“The reason is that Jio’s presence was more overwhelming than anyone expected. It’s been nearly two hundred years since Bari Yoon undid her shapeshifting.”
‘…Two hundred years?’
Was this old man seriously certifying that he himself had lived two hundred years?
When Gyeon Riok looked at him with a dubious expression, the quick-witted Eun Seok-won hastily denied it.
“Of course I didn’t witness it myself. Heh-heh.”
<I don’t buy it.>
“It’s true. This grandpa is a perfectly ordinary human.”
‘Grandpa, chief of yokai.’
As Eun Seok-won swallowed a sigh at the kid’s face, already plunged into the hell of disbelief—
KWAANG—! Crash!
“His Lordship commanded you to hand her over! You damn Guiju—I’ll chew you to death!”
‘…A gumiho!’
Before he knew it, Gyeon Riok had clamped his hands tight on Eun Seok-won’s shoulder.
A fallen great fox, the maegu Bari Yoon. Nine tails wrought of yōki billowed like a mirage, and in her eyes gleamed bloodshot mania.
Her long claws, honed like blades, raked Beom in the blink of an eye.
Tuk, tuduk.
Beom looked down at the floor. The thick stench of blood. Blood running from…