I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 137

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Episode 137

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seeing the Old Man’s face covered in ash, Seo Ryeong burst into laughter.

 

“Ahaha! Originally, I was planning to secretly call Servant Father and split the hidden treasures of this household in half, but tsk… The moment I saw your daughter-in-law, I could see a halo shining crazily behind her.”

 

Boom-! Thud! Finally, the drum sound echoed as the music died down. The fraud was over.

 

“Ah, damn! It’s better to get on the good side of someone who will become the mother of a great figure in the future than money. That’s why I specially came to give advice.”

 

Seo Ryeong struck the treasure chest with a bang!

 

“Do you even know how much this would be worth if split in half! I’m a person without greed, so I gave all of this to you. Do you understand?”

 

“Oh my. Of course. Thank you. Thank you!”

 

A truly ungreedy person wouldn’t think of wearing rings on all ten fingers. Seo Ryeong grumbled and shouted.

 

“Bring the flower shoes!!!”

 

 

 

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Before long, episode 1 of was approaching its end.

 

Seo Ryeong, having thoroughly extorted wealth from the Old Man, wore sparkling silk clothes and spoke while being seen off.

 

“May I receive Madam’s farewell? I wish to receive just a little more of her virtuous energy.”

 

Seo Ryeong, who had been speaking rudely like a scoundrel, was now politely observing proper etiquette.

 

Looking proudly at his daughter-in-law who had gained recognition before everyone, the Old Man laughingly shouted asking why she wasn’t leaving yet.

 

The two walked together along the deserted road.

 

“My lord, the flower shoes don’t seem to fit your feet and must be uncomfortable. If it’s alright, please stay for a few days. A large market will open, so I’ll prepare new shoes that fit your feet perfectly.”

 

“Forget it! What can you expect in this rural village. And I’m not going to wear those flower shoes anyway, so it’s fine. They’ll fit that person’s feet perfectly. You probably don’t know what’s good even when you see it, but what can I do.”

 

Seo Ryeong had made such a fuss about new shoes, but what she was actually wearing were ordinary straw sandals.

 

“Without me, she’d be walking around in worn-out, beggar-like shoes. Ah, damn, but then she’ll nag me again saying I didn’t buy it at the market…”

 

What Seo Ryeong wanted wasn’t her own flower shoes, but Jeongan’s flower shoes.

 

“Excuse me, my lord. Thank you so much.”

 

Though she had returned to her previous arrogant attitude, Madam politely expressed her gratitude.

 

She was a strange and arrogant person, but to her, she was no different from a benefactor.

 

“There’s nothing to thank me for.”

 

But when Seo Ryeong turned around, she looked at Madam with somewhat cold eyes. She was completely unpredictable.

 

Madam’s footsteps, watching such Seo Ryeong, also stopped in place. It was because she felt an overwhelming presence from her opponent.

 

“The fact that you’ll have a child is a lie.”

 

What followed was enough to devastate Madam. It was like announcing that everything had been a fraud.

 

But why on earth… To the bewildered Madam, Seo Ryeong said.

 

“I kept my word that I would save your life.”

 

The quiet voice pierced her ears like a knife.

 

“You’ve just passed through a life-or-death crisis once. Don’t you understand that yet?”

 

Seo Ryeong spoke in a cold tone as if freezing Madam in place, making her unable to move.

 

“That path you take every day to meet Buddha is particularly treacherous, yet that bastard husband of yours keeps pressuring you to go alone, doesn’t he? Saying that taking servants would prevent your devotion from reaching Buddha properly.”

 

Seo Ryeong continued with a face showing no trace of laughter.

 

“That bastard. He’s planning to take a concubine soon. That concubine is jealous and greedy, so a gentle woman like you will seem like a thorn in her eye. She’s a vicious one who will want to be treated as the mistress since the servants protect you, and will cut off your breath in one go.”

 

Seo Ryeong, mercilessly stabbing at Madam’s heart, was not the playfully laughing boy from before.

 

Her gaze, as if seeing through all things in the universe, was particularly sharp.

 

“Your husband has also been desperate to kick you out of the house somehow from the moment he thought you were useless, so would you have any way to live?”

 

It was Seo Ryeong who had precariously stopped Madam at the crossroads of life and death.

 

Before the collapsed woman, Seo Ryeong stood like a savior.

 

“Remember clearly what I’m about to say. Convert the household assets into things that are easy to carry and valuable. I’m telling you to sell silk and buy gold rings.”

 

Seo Ryeong placed one hand on her knee and stood up again. To Madam’s eyes, that small, delicate body looked as massive as a savior.

 

“That house’s luck has run out. Soon nothing will remain.”

 

Seo Ryeong, seen in backlight against the burning sun, shone like flames as if possessing mysterious power.

 

“Though you have no luck with children, your luck with people is enviably good, so you’ll live well. When you leave the house, take good care of the personal servants who were around you earlier. Like family.”

 

Seo Ryeong grabbed Madam’s palm and traced along her lifeline with a blade. Bright red blood was collected in a gourd bottle.

 

The desires Madam currently held went straight into the gourd bottle.

 

Blood containing her anger toward her husband, resentment toward her father-in-law, yet the sense of responsibility to care for the servants like family, relief that she was never wrong, and hope for her future life flowed into the gourd bottle.

 

 

 

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Under the warm sky where the sun was slowly setting, Jeongan wrote a suicide note with a calm face.

 

The length of the suicide note was excessively short.

 

Even though the time they spent together was quite long.

 

Whoo-.

 

Even blowing on the paper once to dry the ink looked so detached that she didn’t seem like someone facing death.

 

As if she had known this moment in advance.

 

Jeongan slowly folded the paper without even making a rustling sound and placed it on the small dining table.

 

Clatter-.

 

Then she left the old hut. An unknown wind sound shook the leaves frantically.

 

Jeongan closed her eyes briefly and breathed. Then she slowly headed to the back of the hut.

 

There was a bowl of pure water that Jeongan had set out.

 

Though the sky was so clear, small ripples formed and undulated in the white bowl. As if something was dripping from above.

 

The trees surrounding the hut were ominous. Jeongan slowly opened her mouth and murmured.

 

“Heavenly Clear Brightness and Four Seas Formless…”

 

Whoosh… The leaves that had been frantically hitting each other gradually became quiet.

 

“I scatter your evil curse on the wind to disperse it.”

 

Jeongan alone in mid-air was captured on screen. She was such a small and pitiful Buddhist nun.

 

Her frail body was desperately blocking something invisible.

 

“White Cloud Heavenly Light and Silent Night Formless, I return your evil thoughts to nothingness, leaving not even a shadow.”

 

From far away, the clear sound of wind chimes could be heard.

 

“Heavenly Fire Burns, Earth Water Cleanses, Spirit Wind Splits, Return to Void…, cough.”

 

While chanting the spell to burn with heavenly fire, cleanse with earth’s water, split with eternal wind, and return to void, Jeongan coughed up blood.

 

Dark red blood flowed from between her teeth.

 

Yet her quiet and gentle voice chanting the spell did not cease.

 

“Killing Intent Formless…, cough! …Evil Thoughts Unreal!”

 

Jeongan spoke as if putting strength into each word. Jeongan, who had been standing upright and proper, suddenly collapsed to her knees with a thud.

 

Her gray monk’s robe, old but clean, was soiled with dirt. Transparent liquid gathered in the gasping Jeongan’s eyes.

 

The sky was dyed a gentle crimson color.

 

Jingle- jingle- jingle…

 

Unlike the opening, non-threatening bell sounds were heard. The sound of wind chimes mixed with the bell sounds that seemed to announce tranquility.

 

Jingle! Jinglejinglejinglejingle!

 

Soon frantic bell sounds were heard as the screen moved as if sliding. In a space without a ray of light, Yeomga sat creating an ominous atmosphere.

 

Excitedly pounding the desk with both hands, Yeomga cast her curse.

 

“Mountain Spirits and Demons! Hundred Ghosts Follow, Seven Deaths in Box, Blood Seal Burning Incense!”

 

Her pupils were directed toward the void.

 

As if looking at something.

 

While casting her curse, Yeomga pounded the desk frantically to the rhythm as if to break it.

 

Jinglejinglejinglejingle!!!

 

With the frantically ringing bell sounds, the screen switched to Seo Ryeong running along the mountain path.

 

Seo Ryeong, with the face of a child anxious to quickly give the flower shoes to Jeongan, knew nothing.

 

“Eight trigrams… protection four directions, stabilization …. Cough! Urgh…!”

 

Jeongan, rolling on the floor, wanted to protect everything in this world,

 

“Gods Turn Away , Soul Cannot Return !”

 

Yeomga, pounding the desk, wanted to destroy everything in this world.

 

Jingle jingle jingle!

 

In Seoryeong’s world as she ran alone on the blue mountain path, there was only Jeongan.

 

“Heaven’s Punishment Cannot Reach ! Hehehe! Earth’s Protection Incomplete !”

 

Heaven’s punishment could not reach, earth’s protection could not touch, the gods turned their backs, and Yeomga’s Sal, having finally lost its way back forever, sharply carved through the world.

 

“Ten thousand, evil… cannot invade huu… urgh… Absolute, blade cannot… harm .”

 

With the final incantation that no evil energy could approach, and blades would merely pass by.

 

“Cough… Huu… ugh…”

 

Jeongan’s life came to an end.

 

Leaving behind Seoryeong who ran tirelessly, clutching her bundle straps preciously in both hands. Leaving behind Seoryeong who was coming to Jeongan alone. Leaving behind such a Seoryeong for whom Jeongan was the only one in the world.

 

Before long, the crimson sky had also grown dark.

 

The burning sun disappeared far away, bidding farewell to Jeongan.

 

-….

 

With the clear Cloud Board bell sound as the last, the Buddhist Nun breathed her last without even being able to close her eyes.

 

“Hehehehehe! Hehehehehe!”

 

Yeomga pounded the desk like mad. Yeomga, who had collapsed on the desk as if extremely delighted, scratched at the desk with her fingernails.

 

Screech- screech-.

 

A sharp noise scratched through the world like the fingernail sound that had first started the strange tales.

 

“Hehehehe…”

 

As Yeomga, who had been collapsed, slowly raised her head, her gaze pierced through the viewers as if to dominate the screen.

 

Something that was no longer human.

 

She was a vengeful spirit.

 

 

 

Episode 1 of Strange Tales had ended.

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