ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

The News of Mr. Braja Sick

..."Someone known to others for their work"...

The four disciples of Mbah Taryo rushed to help Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra. The two of them tried to remove both of Ningsih's hands from their necks.

Incredibly, even the energy of four powerful people was only able to slightly stretch the grip of the girl. It only gave Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra a little space to catch his breath twice. And when the enormous energy again overflowed, Ningsih's grip again strengthened.

The faces of the two men had turned purplish, eyes bulged, and tongues stretched out. Bu Lurah and Mr. Gonden retreated, standing docked to the fence, their faces frowning in horror, eyes narrowing and occasionally even crashing. It feels very eager to leave this place as soon as possible, but what power, knees shaking until standing alone should lean on the fence.

Unsuccessful, eventually one of the men pulled away, standing right behind Ningsih. After being seen to catch his breath for a moment, both of his hands moved quickly about to attack the girl's back, but ....

Bugh!

Ugh!

The man's body immediately collapsed after his head was hit by a helmet. The sound of their new motorcycle engine was realized after the event. Mr. Gonden and Bu Lurah reflexes docked each other, while the three men who held Ningsih did not care. The safety of their teachers is more important.

Pak Wahyu had already jumped down before the engine stopped completely. In three wide steps it had already reached Ningsih.

"Ndok, let go of Ndok." Pak Wahyu whispered softly in Ningsih's ear while patting her cheek, but the girl remained unmoved.

Not bothered by the angry gaze of the man who had been conquered with just a helmet throw, Jati stood beside Pak Wahyu-behind Ningsih. The palm of the right hand was affixed to Ningsih's back, while closing his eyes, inwardly preparing a visitation then a voice in his mind said,

"Let me do the talking, Le."

"Please, Eyang."

"Take it off, Jum."

"I'm not trima sanggar it was destroyed, Kang Siman!"

"This is not how it is. Pity this dok if it becomes a killer. What are you worried about anyway? Lha, wong, Ki Gopet and Nyai Bibet just calm down."

"But, Kang---"

"let go. Don't be so stubborn!"

Suddenly Ningsih's grip was released, the girl's body instantly suffocated, her head drooping on her father's arm.

His name is Jumini, the ancestor of the Ningsih family who used to be one of the best dancers of the sanggar. Just like Eyang Karto Wiryo Siman joined Jati, Mbah Jumini was in Ningsih.

However, Mbah Jumini is not as powerful as Eyang Karto Wiryo Siman. The power of Mbah Jumini that is not how can only come out if Ningsih is angry. He had gone out of control and his strength had increased many times over due to the protective influence Nyai Bibet placed on Ningsih's thigh.

Uhuk uhuk uhuk

Coughing, bodies that had just been spared from death collapsed to the ground, gasping like fish floundering on land.

The man who had been thrown by the helmet, moved quickly to attack Jati, but when Jati stared intently his steps immediately stopped.

"Sir Revelation, you better take Dek Ning home. Let the one here take care of Teak." Teak's gaze could not be separated from the man who was now standing stiff with his right hand raised ready to hit.

"Be careful, Son of Teak." Before stepping away, Pak Wahyu turned to Mr. Gonden and Ms. Lurah. "Open your eyes wide. If you get to Mbah Danyang angry, this village can be destroyed."

If the village of Pangangan is completely destroyed, then until many years in the future people will definitely not forget who caused it. Because fruit is known as the tree.

Both of them were just speechless, even Bu Lurah could no longer cover up the anxiety of the heart by lifting his chin as usual. The head with a single lipstick was even slightly lowered.

"Fathers should all go too. Don't continue, don't make Mbah Danyang angry." Teak spoke very politely.

"You're not a villager here, don't interfere!" Pak Yudi got up assisted by one of Mbah Taryo's students, then slightly staggered to walk closer to Jati. Standing face to face his eyes staring at the pus.

"Eyangnya Jati friendly with Mbah Danyang. He advised, do not let the student Ki Guru Gede suffer a similar fate with his teacher."

The four disciples of Mbah Taryo were shocked. Jati is very young, but knowing about Ki Guru Gede, the black shaman who once triumphed about half a century ago, it means that the babbling of this young man is not nonsense.

After all, the aura emanating from Teak is able to thrill the soul, the way he speaks and acts very wise, authoritative and full of charisma, his eyes shady, but contain judgment.

Not learning from experience. Just about to die strangled still reckless.

"How's Miss Lurah?"

Eyes rolling back and forth looking at the people who were there, Bu Lurah's lips were just moving around without a word being said. Foolish heart, do not know what to answer Mr. Yudi.

"We've been out a lot, lo, Ms. Lurah ...." With this Mr. Candra intends to press Bu Lurah. Anyway, the plan should not be canceled. This difficulty can certainly be overcome with the help of Mbah Taryo. That's what Mr. Candra thought.

"Te-whatever." Bu Lurah was nervous, her face looked disheveled. "Gon, accompany them. I'm dizzy about taking a break ...."

"Loh, uh ... Ms. Lurah .. don't leave!" Mr. Gonden felt like he wanted to run away and drown himself in the well.

He really did not expect the matter to be this serious. Regretting is no use.

Continuing to step while kneading the temple, Bu Lurah ignored Mr. Gonden's screams. The head felt throbbing until the eyes were twitching, walking even staggering.

"Leave it. Let's go on." Mr. Yudi looked at Jati. "We've been out of money to rent this place, a letter of agreement has also been signed. So you don't fuck around!"

Smiling shady, Jati tried to stay friendly. "Then please continue."

Instead of being happy because this young man did not get in the way, the people were fed up with Jati's calm demeanor.

The person who had been thrown the helmet forward again, but after facing face to face even a wave, did not know what to do. One of the friends pulled his arm, took him back to his shoulder while swearing.

After they died, Teak glanced Mr. Gonden who stood trembling docked to the fence. Jati smiled as she nodded small.

"People are stubborn, do not know the custom" he said softly, like talking to themselves.

The four disciples of Mbah Taryo stood in front of the teak tree which had now re-united. No more saw pieces.

"Wah, wah .. wayward as well as his genie, Kang." One of them said with a dismissive tone.

"Huh! Stay sawed again." The man who had been thrown a helmet, rushed to get his chainsaw.

"Come, Kang prove it! Don't make Mbah Taryo ashamed. Defeat and the pundent and hangar's bouncer Kang!" Mr. Yudi is like a lack of sane, shouting out loud.

The roar of the chainsaw that briefly lived and then died again, attracted the attention of all of them. Many times turned on, many times dead again.

The breeze blowing as breeze carried an extremely viscous mystical aura, creating unease. Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra stroked the nape that felt crimson, eyes glanced around, alert.

"Wait for what else? Go, Kang!" Hand still holding the nape, Mr. Yudi again shouted.

The four people were not unwilling to act, but the problem was that the saw machine could not be turned on. The wind that had been just as breezy, suddenly turned violent without cue, sweeping away the people who were on the shoulders. The four disciples of Mbah Taryo mounted horses, feet tracing and fingers gripping firmly trying to survive, while the bodies of Pak Yudi and Mr. Candra slammed to the ground.

"Holding the tree roots, sir!" One of them screamed.

Mr. Gonden sat curled up, sheltering under the fence. Teak stood upright, not swaying in the slightest, only his hair was randomly blown away by the wind.

The trees around the punden and sanggar were weeping, the leaves were flying, the sky suddenly became pitch black. Sayup-sayup heard gamelan music playing between the sound of the wind roaring. Jati closed her eyes, Eyang kakung called out to her.

"Le ...."

"Yes, Eyang."

"His bibet asks us to destroy the siren."

"Well, Eyang."

Opening his eyes, Jati moved towards one of the los, where he sat cross-legged. In the sight of the occult eyes, this Pangangan Village turned pitch-black shrouded in black smoke. The black smoke created by the jinn of countless prewangans, moved freely here and there, and even some were hovering in the air, it's the negative energy that has managed to mess with human nature.

The white robe that Teak was wearing fluttered in the wind, the turban of a cloak color added to the wisdom of his face, the young man had his body shone. Lips did not smile, but somehow his face could look as crisp, stepping quietly through the pitch. The Jinn class teri who are only part of trivial tasks, run in disarray looking for safety.

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