小画家 61

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Ryu Hee-gyeom blinked. The cold air on the cold stone floor, the humid, soggy air, and the smell of mold, rusted iron, dust, and dirt were stung my nose. Coming into the blurry view was an orange torch swinging over the bars. Everything was familiar.

Ryu Hee-gyeom jumped up from his seat and looked around. It was not the Yirak Lake but the Yueunseong prison.

The fact that he was in a performance prison, not in front of King Yeomra of Myeonggye, meant that he was back in the past. There were still small moonlight windows, dirty veterinarians, and steel cuffs that were tied to the wall.

"Isn't it five times?"

Ryu Hee-gyeom murmured blankly. Apparently, Neungha's shaman said that five lives were added. He returned five times and lived six lives in total. But I opened my eyes here again.

It's a one-time regression.

An unexpected fact came as a joy. It was important that Jin-jae was given the opportunity to repay the grudge before questioning the number of celebrations of the shaman and the number of other regressions.

Except for the sixth life just before, none of them lived long. In the second, third and fourth lives, he died less than a day after he opened his eyes in a performance prison, and in the first and fifth lives, he died in three months. On the other hand, his sixth life lasted more than two years.

I know more in this life, so I will be able to prepare properly.

"This time…….”