I Am This Murim's Crazy Bitch-Chapter 240: Even a Ronin Has the Loyalty of a Ronin (13)

Before he could finish, Qing dropped to her knees, curled her body inward, and slammed her head to the ground.

"Agh, ahh, haah, haaah...!"

The sounds she forced out were screams in her own mind, but to anyone else, they were obscene moans.

One Blood Sect warrior even adjusted his stance awkwardly.

Not that Qing noticed — head bowed and staying in character — she just thought to herself:

Wow. It’s like pouring alcohol directly into my guts. Hot, burning... addictive, even?

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Is this why drunks can’t quit drinking?

"Keh, keh! You smug little bitch. You might have some skills with martial arts, but you seem to have forgotten that your life is still in my hands! Keh! Kheh!"

"So humiliating. It’s so humiliating."

"Good, seems you’re a bit more obedient now. Quite the talent, aren’t you? How did you escape? And how did you find out about Sword Blossom getting caught?"

"Wasn't there a corpse lying around here earlier?

He asked me to suck his dick a little."

"Stop! Stop that filthy mouth of yours! Don't you dare say such disgusting things!"

Gyeong Damgan practically had a seizure.

After all, a disciple of the Divine Maiden Sect was supposed to be a pure, untouchable flower.

Only then could he fully savor the joy of desecrating it.

Qing’s eyes gleamed at his reaction.

"Hm? Why? Embarrassed by dicks? Then should I say cocks instead? Yeah. He asked me to suck his cock, so I figured, why not give it a try."

"Enough! Stop it!"

"You're so picky.

Then he asked me to mash his cock a little, so I thought, why not? And just when I was about to— ahhh..."

"Graaaah!!"

Gyeong Damgan couldn’t endure Qing’s vulgar choice of words anymore and unleashed his Gu parasite in a fit.

Qing, caught mid-sentence, clicked her tongue and let out another round of humiliating moans.

"Huff... Huff... Well, if your plan was to piss me off, you’ve done a splendid job."

"Scratched your pride, huh?"

Gyeong Damgan’s eye twitched.

He couldn’t comprehend why those three little words could enrage him so much.

Still, Gyeong Damgan understood the situation.

The idiot had gotten so horny that he’d rushed in blindly and got wrecked for it.

After witnessing that morning’s disaster, he knew — once caught, there wouldn’t even be time to summon a Gu parasite for defense.

"Keh!

Now it's my turn to scratch you back. Here. A gift."

With a flick of his hand, one of the Blood Sect warriors brought over a box.

Gyeong Damgan opened it proudly, revealing four heads, crammed inside with agonized faces.

But no matter how Qing looked at them, she didn’t recognize any of them.

She tilted her head curiously.

"Who are they? Friends of yours?"

"Keh... They were innocent civilians. Now they’re dead.

Because of you."

"Wait, huh?

If they’re dead because of me, doesn’t that make them guilty civilians?"

"You killed them.

If you hadn’t acted out so arrogantly this morning, I wouldn’t have been upset.

And if I wasn’t upset, I wouldn’t have killed them just to show you."

Gyeong Damgan eagerly watched her reaction.

Come on — despair, cry, regret.

Qing responded casually.

"Why are you blaming me for something you did?"

"What?"

"I mean, it’s not like I held a sword to your neck and forced you to kill them.

You killed them because you wanted to.

Why’s that my fault?"

Qing was a modern soul, after all.

She’d seen enough of this twisted logic in stories — she never bought into it, and living through it didn’t make it any more convincing.

"You still don’t get it?

If you hadn’t caused a scene this morning, they would have lived out their lives peacefully with their families.

You killed them with your arrogance!"

"But... wasn’t it you who cut off their heads?

Did I ask you to? No?"

"Dammit! Why don’t you get it?!

Think! Think a little! You killed my men, so I killed them in revenge!"

"But you didn’t tell me that.

If you’d at least warned me, 'Behave or I’ll kill innocent people,' maybe I would’ve considered it."

"Why is that how you're taking this?!

Fine.

What if — what if I had cut off the heads of those wanderers you cared so much about?

Would you still talk like this?"

"I’d be furious, of course.

But it still wouldn’t be my fault.

I'd throw you a grand funeral — maybe even a revenge party — but I wouldn’t feel guilty."

"HOW IS THAT LOGIC?

THINK! THINK!!

If it were the heads of your beloved wanderers, you’d have to realize they died because of your arrogance!"

"Hmm.

But weren’t you planning to kill the wanderers anyway?

Even if I hadn't been here, you would’ve still killed them, right?

So it’s the same either way."

"WHY! CAN'T! YOU! UNDERSTAND!

IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Why is everything my fault?

Is it my fault you’re a bastard?

Is it my fault you butchered your own parents when you were hungry?

Is it my fault you’re a limp-dicked eunuch?"

"NO!!!

FUCK!!!"

Gyeong Damgan exploded.

And then exploded again.

"And when did I ever eat someone, huh?!"

"I just figured you would.

You seem like the type, Eunuch Grandpa."

Gyeong Damgan blew up a third time.

"EUNUCH?!

WHO ARE YOU CALLING A EUNUCH?!"

"Oh?

Are you saying you’re not?

But all the Blood Sect guys were whispering that Eunuch Grandpa’s dick doesn’t even get up anymore."

"AAAAACK!!"

The old man clutched the back of his neck.

This was the terrifying power of Qing’s invisible venom — the formless sword, the mind-slaying tongue.

Seething, Gyeong Damgan glared at her with venomous eyes, then finally remembered to release his Gu parasite.

Qing calmly laid herself back down.

Using her throat had gotten tiring, so she decided to just act ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) like someone who was too hurt to even speak.

Time dragged on awkwardly.

In ancient Zhongyuan measurements, the smallest unit of time was an il-gak — about fifteen modern minutes.

What a primitive, savage society.

Maybe half a gak had passed when Qing, still lying there, lifted her head slightly.

"Um... isn't this taking a bit too long?

If you leave me like this, I might actually pass out from the pain."

"...?"

"Gu parasites are living beings too, you know.

If you just rip out the venom they worked so hard to collect, isn’t that cruel?

You’d have better luck sucking the liver out of a flea."

"You... how..."

"Hmm.

Option one: I'm enduring it with sheer willpower.

Option two: I got an antidote from a Tang family friend and took it beforehand.

Option three: I had lunch and got rid of the Gu poison while I was at it.

Which one do you think it is?"

Gyeong Damgan froze, dumbfounded.

The venom from a Gu parasite inflicted a pain so excruciating it felt like being burned alive — the kind that could stop a weak heart dead.

So, option one was flat-out impossible.

And considering she was faking her reactions perfectly in sync with the Gu’s venomous bursts, it wasn’t option three either.

"So, you’re feeling cocky because you took an antidote ahead of time.

But you think that antidote’s going to last forever?"

"Ah, so you’re choosing that one.

Well, not that I’m going to tell you the right answer.

But tell me — if the Gu poison doesn’t work anymore, what does an old demonic relic like you have left?

Some shabby underground hideout? A few rusty bars?"

Then Qing casually pulled out a jangling bundle of keys from her robes and gave it a little shake.

"Didn’t you notice?

I went out and came back in.

With these."

"Shit! Bring the chains! The chains!"

Gyeong Damgan shouted furiously.

Qing watched, amused, as the Blood Sect warriors raised their spears nervously.

One of them scurried to fetch chains and began wrapping them frantically around the iron bars, hands trembling uncontrollably.

When Qing moved forward, a spear tip thrust toward her.

Qing simply grabbed the spear shaft and yanked it right out of his hands.

"This is your idea of a threat?

Did you think you locked up some helpless maiden?"

She tossed the spears one after another behind her like trash, then seized the wrist of the warrior who had been wrapping the chains.

"L-let go!"

"Even if you asked nicely, I might not have let you go.

But you're ordering me?"

With a sharp pull, Qing dragged the man’s arm through the bars so hard that his head smashed against the iron with a loud clang.

But the head trauma wasn’t the real damage.

Qing had already seized his shoulder — and now her fingers dug deep into the joint.

"Aaaaagh!"

Crunch, snap, squelch.

Sounds a human body should never make — and only Qing and her victim could feel them fully.

She could feel it vividly through her awakened palms and fingertips: the muscles tearing, the cartilage snapping, the tendons shredding apart.

Ah. Ahhh.

Finally, she wrenched the man’s shoulder completely free.

Holding the massive hunk of meat — the whole wingbone — Qing sat back hard, thudding onto the floor.

Then she just stared at the severed limb in her hand, blinking slowly, as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

The chamber filled with the man’s desperate screams.

Blood poured from the gaping wound where his shoulder used to be.

Silence fell over the entire room — frozen by the sight of someone ripping a man’s arm clean off while he was still alive.

Qing shakily stood up, still holding the severed arm.

Wow.

An improvised club.

With a nice green-haired handle, no less.

I’ve only seen this kind of thing on screens before.

Up close... it’s not as pretty.

Maybe if I peeled the skin, it would look cleaner, like in the wild.

"Alright.

Anyone else want to try chaining me up?"

The Blood Sect warriors, faces gone deathly pale even in the dim dungeon light, scrambled backward without hesitation.

Even Gyeong Damgan recoiled in horror.

"What kind of monstrous cruelty is that?!

Is this how a righteous sect’s hero behaves?!"

"Ehhh.

Grandpa Eunuch, do you cry about cruelty when you squash mosquitoes and fleas too?

Since when do pests like you deserve human rights?"

"P-pests?!"

"I watched you guys for a bit.

Honestly... comparing you to insects would be an insult to the insects.

Wouldn’t mosquitoes and fleas be more beneficial to the world than you lot?"

Qing said all this casually as she opened the prison doors and stepped out without a hint of hesitation.

Gyeong Damgan instinctively stumbled a few steps back.