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Soma said so and went into her room. And I changed my clothes quietly.

When I changed my clothes, I couldn't see if Jihyo had already started. Soma sighed and took a cigarette out of her pocket and bit it.

Then lit a fire and sucked in the smoke for a long time. As the cigarette burned down, the heart of Soma seemed to be gradually burning.

supporting position

"Hugh-Hu-Hu-Hu-"

It was around the time tobacco had shrunk to the filter. A huge number of birds rose from the mountains. The figure was indescribable. The birds were clearly terrified.

As Soma knows, most of these cases were for only one reason.

"How come... monsters don't show up when the sun is up?"

Things called demons and demons were inherently hateful of sunlight. Perhaps they did so because they feared the evil hidden in their hearts would be reflected in the sun. But that didn't matter now. The important thing is that Soma is the only thing that has to stop the demon now that Jihyo is gone.

Soma threw her bag on the floor and ran.

The mountain was as silent as death. The sound of animals, as well as trees and grasses, seemed lifeless. The animals and plants in the mountains were afraid.

'What is it? What makes them so afraid? I don't think it's a hundred years' worth of work. No... at that point, Baekho should have stepped up already. And I wouldn't have the strength to frighten the mountain... What the hell is it... haha... No way, it's not a thousand-year class, is it?'

A hundred-year-old class refers to a spirit, or a demon, that has lived for a hundred years like a white tiger. However, if you live in a hundred-year class, you will have less power or spiritual power, and you will be graded as much as your spiritual power. Usually, it is common to count how many years have lived, but there are strong ones even if they live less, so even if they live only a few decades, if they have that much power or power, they are classified as 100 years old. On the contrary, even if you live for hundreds of years, if you lack strength or power, you will become a "nanchae."

And the next one is the millennium class. A thousand-year-old is a man who has lived for a thousand years or as much power as he has. The fact that a thousand-year-old class was found throughout the world was one of the few.

As such, the existence of a thousand-year-old was hard to see but dangerous.

The cow had a cold sweat. It ran down the back of the Soma. The man who now dominates the mountain was more likely to be a thousand-year-old. As evidence, the white tiger did not show up even though the forest died to this extent. You've already been hit or run away... It would be either of these two.

'If you're really a thousand years old... Ha... I don't know whether to laugh or cry.'

The millennium class was really hard to see. If you see it, you're lucky enough to call it a family honor.However, a thousand-year-old Soma could have been killed with just his eyes. Soma walked cautiously along the mountain path, alert and alert. In Soma's hand, Jihyo's talisman was tightly grasped as if it were a treasure.

The talisman was a lifeline to Soma.

Basrak

What a shame!

The sound of grass swaying came from behind the Soma's back. It used to be such a small sound that it wouldn't bother me much, but now the mountain was dead. So the grass could not be heard. Soma was ready to unleash the law.

Gulp!

Soma turned around swallowing her saliva. There's a...

"Hello! How are you?"

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Soma sat down gently on the spot, feeling the strength of her legs drained.

He did not turn around, but it was Iris who saw.

"Hey, what are you doing here..."

Soma waved with a look of pleasure to meet her and said, holding her trembling legs in her hand as she approached. He was still stammering whether he had forgotten the earlier sultryness.

On the other hand, Iris spoke with a very relaxed attitude.

"What's going on is the same reason as you."

"Are you saying you're going to fight evil?"

"..."

Iris looked disappointed at Soma's words. Then he sighed.

"Ha... I think I overestimated you... Don't you feel this energy now? He's not a normal guy... More and more, no..."

"Then... As expected, a thousand-year-

"Thousand-thousand-year-old? You think it's like a thousand-year-old fox?!No matter how many millennia you've lived, it's impossible to give out this much energy!"

Soma opened her mouth to Iris's words.

"Well, then... Ma, forever..."

Soma couldn't say more.

Ten thousand-year-olds. It was a suspicious existence itself in this world.

No, it's actually said that there are four in the world. It is the god of all directions.

The carp lived for 100 years and the dragon lived 10,000 years to become a god.

The chicken lived for a hundred years to become a master, and the master lived for ten thousand years to become a god.

The tiger lived for a hundred years, became a white tiger, and the white tiger lived for ten thousand years and became a god.

The turtle lived for a hundred years, became a servant, and the servant lived for ten thousand years and became a god. This is what Soma knows as a 10,000-year-old. But this is an impossible story. No matter how many dragons, masterpieces, Hyeonmu and Baekho are gods, it is impossible to live in the last years. As evidence, Iris in Yongin has a life span of about a thousand years. It is impossible to live forever. So what happened to the god of all directions? Perhaps it's one of the two things that humans have been saying, "Long-year-olds," that they have been chosen by God or have been God since the beginning.

"It's not like that... This energy... It's a more dangerous energy."

Iris said, stiffening his face. Soma was nervous about such Iris's behavior.

'Ugh! What's this?'

At the moment, Soma felt her chest tightened to something. The enormous power of something was holding down the cow. Iris was also feeling the feeling of the cow. She stood in front of her and shouted as she reached the floor, bending her knees in agony. Then Soma hid behind Iris.

"Soma! Go back to the temple! It would be safe if it were a connection there! Come on!"

"Ah, Iris..."

Soma was having a hard time even speaking.

At the sight, Iris exclaimed again, showing signs of nervousness.

"Welcome!"

"No! You don't have to!"

He was standing on a pine tree in front of Soma and Iris, although he didn't know when.

He was dressed in white. From tiptoe to chin. His hair color was black, so he didn't think it would go well with his clothes, but he was surprisingly a man who looked better in it. He was such a handsome man that he could call him handsome. What's unique is that the white clothes are the application that old aristocrats would have worn, and that they have a sword in their waistline?

To the man, Iris said:

"Nachon..."

"Long time no see! Liae!"

A man named Inachun jumped down from the tree and said, It was quiet and very slow, as if a feather were coming down from the sky. And when it hit the ground, it didn't make any noise and there was no reaction, just like the feathers were flushed. Iris frowned a little at what Lee Na-chun said as he jumped down.

"I threw the name away. Now I'm called Iris."

Then Lee Na-chun smiled grotesquely and said,

"Hahahahaha! I see! You have no regrets in the world now! So he'd throw away his name!"

"I don't deny it. By the way... When did you start talking down to me? Baby?"

exclaimed Lee Na-chun, blushing at the words.

"Who, who's the baby!"

Iris said carelessly, pointing to Inachun with her right index finger.

"That's you."

"Yay, yay, yay, yay... Never! I'll kill you!"

Lee Na-cheon must have been able to bear it any longer, grinding his teeth, blushing his face and pulling out the sword. The black was white from the handle to the sword. And the sword was not made of iron. It was made of stone. White stone like a white jade.

"If I could!"

Iris shouted confidently. And Soma, who had been quietly watching the situation until then, quietly called Iris.

"Ah, Iris..."

Iris turned her head at Soma's call.

"Why."

"Oh, no... That's what you know... Are you a person?"