A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village

Ch. 38

Their journey through the sea area is estimated to take up to four days above the ocean. Dinda still continues the mythical stories she heard from locals during the trip.

Until the last day to reach the island the bride arrived.....

"Hey, did you hear that?" asked Dinda in annoyance.

"Listen, listen ... haven't you told me so many times?."

"It's not good if we have a little clue about the myth."

"Obviously, you're always defending, Dinda tuh."

"Come, let's go to Dinda's villa first, a little tired." lamented Akbar.

After talking to the group, they went first to the villa that Dinda had prepared. The location of this villa is not far from where they travel, so it can be said this is a strategic location.

"Not that I've said, since the marriage of the third child, everything is blurry. But since then, no one has seen the third child again. After a while, someone bravely went to the island and went to the house of the three brothers." continued Dinda, "The fishermen around her said that the bride was a monster in the sea, and the bride was a monster in the sea, and no one dared to go to the island, and the name of the bridal island came from there."

"Welcome to the bridal island." welcome the locals who meet the shoreline.

Soon, the three arrived near the Bride Island. Akbar looks at the legendary Bride Island and discovers that the island is not too big. Suddenly they froze, everyone felt a powerful energy fluctuation. The next moment, everyone did not react, and if they did not know what was happening, they felt that the light and shadow in front of them changed, and the surrounding scenery changed slightly.

"Ear!." Akbar pushed Salsa and Dinda away.

"What's that energy?" asked Arman.

"I don't know, but it's gone. Come on, continue the journey."

Akbar continued his journey with them. His eyes looked forward, looking at the beach in front of him. The man was standing on the beach with a lute on his back, as if looking out at the sea. In the eyes of ordinary people, he seemed to be only a violinist, but Akbar could tell the difference from his faint breath.

These are not humans, but supernatural beings.

"That's ...." Salsa was about to say but her mouth had been silenced by Dinda.

"Sstt."

Akbar wanted to ask and yet he had time to say, he heard his piano teacher say to him, "The road ahead is dangerous, so come back."

"Mother teacher."

Akbar did not know if he was really evil, or if he had any other attempts, he asked, "What danger is—."

Akbar's voice suddenly choked and could not speak but another voice made him speechless.

“You can't say it.” The harp player shook his head, turned around, and continued to gaze at the sea in the distance.

They try to walk a different route and keep moving forward.

“If you meet a woman standing near the bridge, do not approach her or talk to her.”

They're stunned. 'Don't talk?'

This bridal island is really strange, it looks endless to the sea, but when looking inside the island, can only see the nearby scenery for tens of meters, and then you can see far away. It felt like there was a mist covering mountains and forests, and villages loomed between them.

“A woman! Is that really what he said?.” Arman suddenly shouted in front.

"Ah?! Akbar ... don't .. don't tell me that was ...."

Dinda sighed, "Yes, it's a ghost."

They turned their heads, naturally seeing that there was a woman in front of him, and he was still standing on the bridge. The wood is the original wood color. There were no traces of paint there and it had been years of leaving traces of wind and frost on the wood.

Not only does it not affect the beauty of the wooden bridge, it is a little more—A antique taste.

"Hey, she's a ghost too?" asked Salsa nervously.

"It can be." Dinda smiled bitterly.

A woman wearing a kimono embroidered with sapphire flowers stood on the bridge, holding a paper umbrella in her hand, long black hair like a waterfall hanging behind her, a gentle breeze blowing, a few strands of wind, a few, some Wandering bamboo leaves, in between a slight swing of the arm, you can see the white soft skin and its graceful posture.