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

Ch. 7

Their laughter was enough as a tension-relieving medicine in their hearts. Even though the fear was deep within them. All they had to do was destroy the cause of the fear.

"Maybe they glamorize appearances just to hide the weak ones in their hearts. Human mental activity is a very complicated thing."

"Sin is still sin" Dinda shook her head.

"You know they have to have their choice, right?," Arman asked Dinda.

"Having a choice and knowing yourself is also the deepest self of our body."

"Knowing yourself? I've never heard of it. I just know that I feel good about myself." Salsa proudly said: "At the same time everyone has advantages and disadvantages. Not perfect."

"Smart girl." Arman nodded his two thumbs to Salsa.

“Then what happened?” Dinda was a little worried.

"As the saying goes, if you have no desire, you cannot be considered fair. Man himself is the complexity of creation." Akbar paused his words, "But those who have become obsessed with desire, greedy, and coercive, is it possible for that person to see correctly and not blindly everything as it is?."

"There's clearly a fallacy, isn't there?" asked Dinda, "Look at what they can see and they fall into someone else's trap. There are many cult organizations like this. Those who control the mind and are more called upper class people are more likely to confuse them."

"It's been a devil's cult !."

Akbar sighed. "If only the villagers could see that clearly ...."

"Didn't your girlfriend in the other class also participate in this event?." Salsa smiled seriously at Dinda, “Did you miss her?.”

Dinda's face flushed in shame.

“No!,” Dinda thwarted his denial, but his face turned red unconvincingly. “I just want him to pay my debt.”

Akbar smiled and Arman observed Akbar's face change silently.

To be honest, Akbar did not want to think of his childhood best friend's girl, his first love, but his shadow entangled in his heart unhurriedly until it filled his chest with loneliness and involvement. Whenever he calms down, let his figure go into his mind to remind him of this. A woman was once by his side.

But he was gone for two months. The season is from early autumn to early winter, but there is no news. As if the world was steamy, he wondered if he had actually met such a person or was just a dream when he dreamed back in the middle of the night.

"Paying your Hades debt?." teased Salsa to Dinda again.

"I want you to care about your perversion of mind."

"What legend?."

"The ghost village" Akbar said.

"uh? you know that story too?."

"My friend got married early to the girl he was hamili. The girl's origin is quite mysterious to me, but my friend still chose to marry her. When they arrived, my friend had made a recording of his journey, and, I saw that some unmarried women in the tribe had illnesses such as depression and entered a state of obsession without finding someone who could be entrusted for life at the age of marriage."

Salsa and Dinda are quite surprised to hear that there is a village that is willing to make her daughter as barter material with supernatural beings. They were both lucky enough not to have been born in that village.

But Salsa still heard excitedly that Wanli stopped and urged her to say, "Then?."

"Just like the story of my father's business partner's son. According to the custom of the village the girl had been pulverized to their Lord. The girl was prepared to live in a fantasy of happiness all day long, no longer tempted by any secular man, she said, just to protect my beauty and gracefully wait for God they choose a good day to marry her."

Arman looked at Akbar.

"No, then it's just a legend. I don't believe it, but there are many locals who believe it."

“But isn't this too strange?” Dinda still doesn't understand.

“I can understand the so-called people who lost their grip, but they talk about promises to God! The great God is fake! isn't that too much!."

Akbar and Arman seemed to agree this time.

"If one uses superstition to spread it or even puts superstition in a scientific mantle to create some illusion or something, that will make people who believe they believe in the facts hooked and bent their knees. We know that many successful people have another dark side."

Dinda looked very offended. Salsa himself felt an injustice in the legend. Is human life worthless? What do they suffer from this evil sacrifice?

"Temperamen are stubborn and feel that they cannot make mistakes. So after getting their confessions, they would be more certain than ordinary people? That's ridiculous. It's the same way they made a pact with the devil." Salsa felt her heart being sliced by a knife.

"It is not fair to commit crimes in the name of false good."

"Dinda's right, we're talking about human life here, being a victim of what we don't do, is very bad."

“Very sad!” Dinda sighed. She was also a woman who understood that love was all the spiritual nourishment of a woman, no matter who used such holy affection, she could not forgive him.