I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Chapter 240: Even Vagabonds Have Their Own Code Of Honor. (13)

Qing’s tongue is a sharp blade that emits the bewitching whispers of hell, an intangible poison guaranteed by the Tang clan’s patriarch.

Capable of turning people’s anger inside out and driving them to madness with just three inches of tongue, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she has reached the realm of the Formless Sword if her tongue is considered a blade.

However, Qing didn’t return with the grand intention of assassinating the Blood Cult bastards through verbal violence.

As the big worm father, leader of the human scum worms in some creative work, said, it was to keep allies close and enemies closer.

It’s annoying when these son of a bitch bastards run away.

Of course, it’s fun to tease them along the way too.

“You, you, how…!”

“I guess the meals were lacking. It seems the Blood Cult’s finances aren’t good, the hospitality for guests is really lacking. What is this, are you beggar bastards? Ah. That was a monologue. Anyway, I couldn’t burden you so I went out to eat.”

“How did you escape! Not why!”

“Ah! Then you should have asked precisely. Talking so incompetently like a complete idiot. Oh my. Don’t mind that, it was a monologue. My monologues keep slipping out. I’ll be careful. But did this old bastard eat his age through his asshole…”

“What, what! You bitch, how dare you!”

“Aheuheuk…!”

Qing immediately stamped the ground with her knee, curled up her body, and buried her head.

“Aheuk, aheuheut, heuheut, haheut…!”

Since it was a forced sound, it was a scream only in Qing’s mind, but to others it sounded like indecent moaning.

Some of the Blood Cult warriors even changed their posture awkwardly.

Anyway, Qing with her head buried didn’t know, she was just thinking to herself.

Wow, the feeling of pouring alcohol directly into my intestines, wow, it’s so hot, isn’t this addictive? Is this why drunks can’t quit drinking?

“Kuhuhuk! Kuhuk! How, how is it, you were so arrogant, you seem to have some skill in martial arts, but you seem to have forgotten that your life is ultimately in my hands. Kuhuk! Euhuhuk!”

“Ugh, ugh, I’m so frus-tra-ted. Really frus-tra-ted.”

“Well, have you become a bit more obedient? You’re quite skilled, how did you escape? And how did you know that Sword Flower bitch was captured?”

“Wasn’t there a corpse here? That person asked me to suck his cock.”

“St-stop! What vulgar words! Don’t, don’t say such things!”

Gyeongdamgan had a fit.

The Divine Maiden Sect disciple must be a pure flower. Only then could he fully enjoy the pleasure of disposal.

Qing’s eyes lit up at his attitude.

“Hmm? Why? Are you embarrassed by ‘cock’? Then ‘dick’? Okay. He asked me to suck his penis so I thought whatever, I’ll suck it once and then.”

“Stop! Why are you saying such things!”

“You’re so picky. He asked me to grind his penis so I thought whatever, I’ll grind it once and when he immediately came closer- Ahaheut.”

“Kyaaak!”

Unable to bear the vulgar language choices of the pure Divine Maiden Sect disciple, Gyeongdamgan activated the parasite.

Thanks to this, Qing stopped mid-sentence and thought “Damn, he won’t let me talk” before letting out indecent moans again.

“Whew, whew. Well, if you’re trying to irritate this old man, you’re doing an excellent job.”

“Did it work?”

Gyeongdamgan’s eyes trembled.

He couldn’t understand why just three words made him so angry.

Anyway, Gyeongdamgan understood the situation.

Some idiot had his eyes completely rolled back by his lust, approached closely, and was properly beaten up.

Having seen the tragedy in the morning, it was understandable that once caught, there wouldn’t even be a chance to activate the parasite.

“Kuhuk, then now it’s this old man’s turn to irritate you. Here. A gift for you.”

As Gyeongdamgan waved his hand, a Blood Cult warrior brought over a box that had been set aside.

Gyeongdamgan opened it to show the contents, revealing four heads with pained expressions crammed tightly inside.

However, no matter how much she looked, they weren’t familiar faces, so Qing just tilted her head.

“What is this? Do you know these people?”

“Kuhuhuk, they’re innocent civilians. They’re also the ones you killed.”

“Oh? What, the ones I killed? Then, they must be guilty civilians?”

“You killed them. If you hadn’t been so insolent from the morning, this old man wouldn’t have been upset. Then this old man wouldn’t have had to kill innocent civilians to show you.”

Gyeongdamgan was full of anticipation.

How about it, how will you react?

Qing responded:

“Why are you blaming me for what you killed?”

“What?”

“No, isn’t that right? I didn’t threaten you with a sword to cut their necks, so why are you blaming me for killing them because you wanted to?”

Qing is from modern times, and has already encountered such stories in various media.

It was logic that few people empathized with, so how could Qing understand even experiencing it directly?

“Don’t you understand? If you hadn’t caused a scene this morning, these people would have lived normally spending time with their families. It’s because of you, because you acted arrogantly, that these guys ended up dead.”

“Oh? Why? These people died because the impotent grandpa cut off their heads, right? Did I tell you to cut off some heads?”

“No, just! Just! Why don’t you understand? Think about it! Isn’t this me taking revenge because you killed my subordinate!”

“But, the impotent grandpa didn’t tell me about that. If you had threatened even once that you’d kill innocent people if I didn’t behave, I would have considered it.”

“Why are you like this!! Fine. You’re saying you don’t know these people? Then would you have said the same thing if I had cut off the heads of those vagabond bastards you cherish so much?”

“Well, I’d be angry, but that’s not because of me. I’d take grand revenge, but there’s no reason for me to feel sorry.”

“Why are you talking like this! Think! Think a bit! If these were the vagabonds’ heads, think about how the vagabonds died because of your reckless actions!”

“Hmm. Weren’t you planning to kill the vagabonds anyway even if it wasn’t for me? Then what’s different if it’s the vagabonds’ heads? Isn’t it the same if they die whether I’m here or not?”

“Why! Don’t you understand! It’s because of you! Because of you, bitch!”

“Why is everything because of me? Then is it my fault that the impotent grandpa is a son of a bitch, is it my fault that the impotent grandpa killed and ate his parents when he was hungry, is it my fault that the impotent grandpa is impotent?”

“No!! Just!!!”

Gyeongdamgan exploded.

And he exploded once more.

“And when did I eat anyone!”

“In my opinion, you did. You’re enough of a bastard to do that, impotent grandpa.”

Gyeongdamgan erupted for the third time.

“Impotent! Who are you calling impotent!!”

“Oh, then you’re not? All the Second Line Blood Parasite Team members said the impotent grandpa is impotent, a dickless impotent bastard who can’t even get it up.”

“Aaak! Aaaak!! Ugh…”

The old Gyeongdamgan grabbed the back of his neck.

This was the power of the intangible poison, the formless sword, or the mind sword - the absolute mouth.

Then as he glared at Qing with eyes full of venom, he suddenly seemed to realize something and very belatedly activated the parasite.

Qing’s insides felt hot so she lay down again.

But she had used her voice a bit so she was too lazy to even moan, and just decided to act like someone in too much pain to speak.

An ambiguous amount of time passed like that.

The smallest unit of time in Central Plains measurements is one ke. In modern terms it’s fifteen minutes, showing just how primitive and uncivilized this society is.

About half a ke might have passed.

Qing, who had been lying down, slowly raised her head.

“Hey. Isn’t this too long? I, I might faint from the pain at this rate?”

“…?”

“Parasites are living things too, living things. How can you waste the poison they worked hard to gather like this? You might as well eat a flea’s liver.”

“You, how.”

“Hmm. One. I’m enduring through evil. Two. I got an antidote from my Tang friend and took it in advance. Three. I ate lunch and removed the parasite while I was at it. Which do you think it is?”

Gyeongdamgan was dumbfounded for a moment.

The parasite’s poison gives extreme pain to humans as if burning them alive. For those weak to pain, it’s enough to stop their heart from shock.

So the first option is impossible.

And since she acted knowing exactly when the parasite spews poison, it wasn’t the third option either.

“Fine, you seem very confident after taking the antidote in advance, but do you think the effects will last forever?”

“Did you choose the second option? Well. I won’t tell you the correct answer. But, if the parasite doesn’t work, what’s left for an old Demonic Adept? This flimsy underground facility? Or iron bars?”

Then Qing took out a bunch of keys from her bosom and jingled them.

“Don’t you know I went out and came back in? I have these keys?”

“Damn it! Chains, bring chains!”

Gyeongdamgan shouted angrily.

Qing watched what they would do, and the Blood Cult warriors pointed spears at her, while one brought chains and started wrapping them around the iron bars.

The warrior wrapping the chains hurriedly worked on sealing it with trembling hands, glancing at Qing.

Qing approached and the spear tips extended.

Qing grabbed the spear shafts and pulled them in.

“No, is this supposed to be a threat? Did you lock up some woman who doesn’t know martial arts?”

Qing snatched the spears one by one and threw them behind her, and finally grabbed the wrist of the Blood Cult warrior wrapping the chains.

“Let, let go!”

“I might listen if you ask politely, but an order?”

Qing pulled the Blood Cult warrior’s arm.

His shoulder joint popped through the iron bars, and bang, his head hit the bars hard.

But the pain in his head was nothing.

Because Qing had already firmly grasped his shoulder and dug her fingers into his shoulder blade.

“Aaak!”

Crack, crunch, crack. Sounds that shouldn’t come from a human body. Sounds only felt by the warrior making them and Qing.

The sensation of raw muscle, cartilage, tendons tearing, flowing through her fingertips, her awakened fingers and entire palm. Ah. Ahh.

Finally, the warrior’s shoulder separated.

Qing, who had dug out a large chunk of shoulder blade, a real jackpot, held the warrior’s forearm and fell on her butt.

Then she blinked her eyes, blink, blink, blink again with a blank expression of disbelief.

The place was filled with continuous terrible screams as the Blood Cult warrior holding his shoulder, gouged as if bitten by a tiger, made a huge fuss.

Silence fell over the place at the sight of a person’s shoulder being torn off while alive.

Meanwhile, Qing got up from her seat trembling with difficulty and looked at the warrior’s arm in her hand.

Wow. An improvised blunt weapon. The green-haired princess.

I’ve only seen this beyond the screen. The appearance isn’t as good as I thought. Would it look cleaner like in the wild if I smeared some flesh on it?

“Well. Is there anyone else who wants to wrap chains?”

At this, the warriors’ faces turned visibly white even in the dim underground, and they hurriedly backed away.

Even Gyeongdamgan was completely taken aback.

“What cruel methods are these! Is this what a righteous expert of the orthodox faction does!”

“Come on. Does the impotent grandpa call it cruel when catching mosquitoes or fleas too? How can catching pests be cruel? Did you expect to be treated like a human, you Blood Cult worm?”

“W-worm?”

“I watched how you guys behave, and hmm. Comparing you to insects might be insulting to the insects. Aren’t mosquitoes or fleas more beneficial to the world?”

Qing said this while naturally opening the prison door and coming out.

Gyeongdamgan stepped back hesitantly at this.

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