DEATH PASSAGE
Chapter 5 the Eve of Foreign Creatures
Jack felt something strange. Ask yourself where the two slaves who just entered the cave were. Jack walked slowly into the dark cave, slapped with pebbles, puddles of drenched water and moss. He saw that the two workers were staring into a dark room deep inside.
“Hooooiii, hurry lah.” said Jack came over. His eyes stared coldly. This is the second time Jack has to go into the cave and will return again to the outside of the cave.to keep an eye on the forced workers.but not in the least tired also Jack had to go back and forth. The loss of Serge meant Jack had to take over everything. Regret also Jack drove Serge too early.
But for this time there is a difference when Jack entered the cold dark cave.Mata also glanced around the cave lambab. It was still the same as the small pebble on the ground. The dark black cave sky. Walls are deserted in Teman lentara. Everything is the same just the air is so slashing. Like a razor that slices through the body. Jack's hard body felt that way too.
The air blows from the dark. At that instant he felt a tremor shake his heart. Jack was diverted into the dark cave. Those blue eyes were sharply staring deep into the darkness. Take a fighting mode position.
While the two slaves are in his hapan. Begetar. Duck. Snuggled. Catrata.
“There is something wrong here tuan” said the slave. Face grim.
“True sir, how can there be wind from inside there?” the other boy also showed the same expression. Terrified.
Again, the wind blew softly yet slashed like razor blades. It pierces like a small needle through the skin. Jack felt the same way. Those blazing blue eyes had also noticed it since earlier. The wind is like a breath that blows regularly. Jack could feel a gripping aura from within. Eve the existence of hungry beasts. The bloodthirsty. Jack doesn't know what's going on in this cave. Jack had only heard of an event 20 years ago. Jack doesn't know what it is.
He was still staring deep into the darkness of the cave. Ignore the complaints of the slaves. Jack drew closer to the cave wall. The faint glow of fire revealed scratches that imprinted on the rough stone walls. Not a carving or an ancient carving, but like a sharp nail claw that scavenges with anger. It was never thought by jack that there would be animals that could scratch the stone wall so deeply.
His hand grabbed the lonely lantern. Throw it as far as he can. But the lantern was extinguished before it fell to the ground. The falling water kept on sounding. Echoes in there.
“Air” says jack. It really made Jack think hard. What's really inside this cave. The aura was so gripping as if asking to leave. Jack also understands boundaries. Although the sense of excitement asking for a way deep into there. “Not yet. Will arrive the right time” said Jack.
“What? what is weird. Don't reason quickly finish your work” said Jack. He got out of there as soon as he did. Jack felt things for a long time he had not felt. Terrified.
He also stood outside the cave. Look deep into the darkness of the cave. Trying to clash his aura with the Aura that came out of the darkness.Jack wanted to wake the sleeping creature inside
sana.
But the aura of darkness was in action nothing but a consistent aura blowing like the breath of a dragon. Scary but not hunting. Several times he tried to clash with his Aura but the results were nil. There are no results. There was no response Jack wanted.
“Moooooaah” buffalo sounds ringing. Jack's mark realized that the aura he released scared the Buffalo.
Shaking his head in agitation. Running in place.
“Yosh, yosh, relax. Yosh, yosh. Just eat the delicious grass it” said the coachman. Speak calmly to the buffalo. It was as if the buffalo understood his words. His hand swept the buffalo's back. Shaking caresses slowly. The shaking hand shows a bird feather tattoo that has two hits between the forefinger and thumb.
“What's with the buffalo?” Jack asked. Pretending not to know.
“Looks like those buffalo were scared tuan” the voice sounded scared. Shaking and forcing a smile.
“Since when?” Ask the pale man.
The coachman raised his eyeballs. Remembering the past. “When passing through the forest was sir, originally
I don't understand why they act that way. But something strange happened. When we passed through the forest, it was as if someone was asking for help. But the forest was so foggy and also lush. Makes me not dare to step into it.” explained the coachman.
There was nothing strange about the coachman. Only the middle-aged old man was wearing a brown robe. Have a 2-stamped fur tattoo between her index finger and thumb.
“Master, from the beginning the three of us took care of these buffalo. But something happened. My two friends went into the foggy forest. I don't know what happened in there I don't know. They were acting strange before they went in. Like being caught up in something. Not long after they went in there I heard one scream so loud.and this is what happened mister” explained the coachman with
show something.
A bag full of it shows 2 human heads. The coachman looked down and looked sad. Withstanding a deep cry. The brown-robed man closed his pocket. Tied it in the horse carriage.
Jack doesn't care much either. “Already, this is your payment” a bag of gold he threw right in the coachman's catch.Although a bit strange but the forest is also a big question. “It is not surprising why this place is called the cursed place” said Jack.
The coachman looked rushed too. Tidy up his luggage and bring the buffalo back home. Waving his hands away from the cursed cave.
Jack just stared. Although actually he did not care, but I don't know what forced him to stand up and reply to the wave from the coachman. Until a loud voice is heard. The sound of wood falling. Wake Jack out of the wave of that hand.
“What else is this” said Jack. Ruck his head. Those blazing blue eyes were staring coldly.
“Hoi you, release me. If not-”
Without warning, Jack drew his sword. One slash separated the head from his body. The head rolled about the legs of the slave who was behind. Gaping with wide eyes. A neat slice is like a sharp paper cutter. He shed blood like a fountain.
The slave who was behind was silent for a moment “EE-AAAAAA” shouted loudly.
“If it's okay?”Jack raised his disembodied head. “Hah, sir. What, I didn't hear. Try to say clearly” he brought his ears closer to the boy's mouth.
There is no mercy from Jack. Things also become quiet. The slum slaves who were laying chains on their feet fell silent. Swallowing bitterly at the sight they had just seen. It was dark and bloody. It turns out Jack is much more sadistic than his previous supervisor. If Serge is the one who has fun over the suffering of others. As for Jack someone who can't tolerate negligence.
He also threw a sword into the air. A splash of blood stuck to the wooden box. Moisturize the soil with a red color. Fingers also reached into kocek. Take out a white handkerchief. Without saying more. All the slaves who were there seemed to understand what would happen next if they behaved similarly.
From the wooden coffin was a sword and an axe. The slaves did not dare to comment let alone fight back. They only submit and obey as soon as possible to complete the unpaid work for the sake of living tomorrow.
Not far away were several horse carriages approaching. Walk slowly with a horse-drawn cart. Two people were sitting next to each other in the front of the car.
“Title, what if you place a bet” someone said. Seriously staring. Skinny guy with long hair unraveling shoulder. Lentic eyelashes like famous magazine models. His hair was straight like noodles that had just been boiled a little wavy and also thin. His long brown clothes covered up to his hands, wide dangling like a table cover. On his right shoulder hung an iron chest protector that formed like tringiling skin. Black hard plated. His pants are also a long brown color
at the bottom of the calf, it blends in with the white shoe. Some circular ties in the thigh, black place keep small daggers. He is Slimin.
“What is it?” the man in front of him asked. The man wore a wide hat like an umbrella, had a thin beard and mustache, a white robe with black on each side, his neck covered by a high robe collar. And
deep black shoes that match black pants. Next to him sat an iron fairy. The man was named Kelar.
“I bet, he must have killed one of them?” he said with confidence. Slimin felt he knew Jack well. Until he was confident in what he said just now. The skinny man looked at Kelar with a smile.
