Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Rise From the Grave

Arriving at Brata Kusuma's house is almost dusk. The situation is also quiet. It appears that the bodies of Brata Kusuma's family and his aides have been interred.

The horse-drawn carriage was placed in the courtyard of a large tavern some distance from Brata Kusuma's house. The shop is not closed, there are still quite a lot of visitors.

However, these two lovers were not to eat in the tavern. They went to the burial place of the Brata Kusuma family. The place turned out to be at the end of the backyard of a fairly spacious house.

It seems the burial was just finished. Judging from the village people who are huddled out leaving the area of Brata Kusuma's house.

"We do not need to dismantle the grave" whispered Adijaya. "We'll keep an eye out for tonight, because it's unlikely to be direct now. Must be waiting for a quiet atmosphere,"

"Yes!"

"We'll eat first, yuk!"

Adijaya took Asmarini's hand. Take him back to the store. There was a sense that could not be expressed in words as they walked while holding hands. If you are drunk with love, the world seems to belong to both.

Arriving at the store, there are only two farmers who are still there. A pair of young men took their seats and ordered food.

"Is this store closed?" adijaya asked the middle-aged man of the store owner.

"No, our shop was open till night, even though there was a murder on the other side. We're still open,"

Indeed, in some places if someone dies, the store or stall located close to the deceased will close as a sign of condolence. But somehow this shop does not care about customary rules?

The meal was over when the day was almost sareupna. Adijaya and Asmarini became the last people to get out of the store. No one eats anymore and the shop is closed. Maybe because there was a murder incident that the store so not crowded.

While Adijaya and Asmarini were already inside the main room of the large horse carriage. Previously they ordered food and drinks for supplies later tonight.

"This," Adijaya points out two books found under his father's treasure chest.

"What's that?"

"I found this under the treasure chest. It's a book about inner energy and a study"

Adijaya gave the book of study Tapak Wangi to his lover.

"Ajian Tapak Wangi" said Asmarini read the writing on the cover of the book.

"Yes, that seems to be a good fit for Dinda. The fragrant, fragrant,"

"The back is also fragrant now mah,"

Adijaya smiles. "I also didn't expect, the deep energy I had now could radiate fragrant." He did not want to tell me about Melati Tunjung Sampurna.

"That's how it looks," Asmarini glanced. "Oh, yeah. Is this your brother's love for me?"

"Yes, learn and master until perfect. Dinda can do it,"

"That's a very nice back, thank you,"

"I'll learn this one." Adijaya recited the other book. "Later after it's done I'll give it to Dinda too,"

"Don't bother, brother." The little girl held Adijaya's hand.

"I want Dinda to also experience a good development in terms of inner energy,"

Asmarini threw her mesmerizing smile. How happy to have a caring husband.

"Oh, yeah. When do we move?"

"Dayum Beungeut,"

Asmarini opened the window looking up into the sky. It still looks orange in the western sky. The room in the car is illuminated by two resin placed in the upper corner.

The existence of the horse carriage there was rather striking. Some of the villagers were looking like curious. Adijaya who understands the situation approaches people who happen to pass by.

"Sorry, Ki Sanak. We're on our way and we're on a break waiting for tomorrow morning,"

"Wouldn't it be in the yard?"

"Oh, yes. Thanks for the advice. Maybe a little night we'll be there. Where is the village hall?"

The man explained the location of the village hall before leaving.

The atmosphere of the village seemed lonely. After that person, there was no one else in sight. The sky was completely dark.

Asmarini came out, standing beside Adijaya. Look around. The atmosphere was so quiet. The villagers are afraid to leave their homes. The death of Brata Kusuma's family left everyone horrified.

"Come, Kakang!"

Asmarini's voice coincided with his figure that flashed over the wuwungan. Jumping from one roof to another. Light without sound.

Adijaya stared in amazement. It's time he also tried the science of lightening the body without wearing the Flying Umbrella. Then once a small boost his figure had chased after Asmarini.

At the back of Brata Kusuma's house, they sat looking at the cemetery. They put their energy in to clarify the vision.

Until the tea they had not seen anything suspicious. Moments later, one of the graves was seen moving.

Like there's a push from below. The grave ground was moving up. The top part is attacking. Little by little, a hole opened.

Then a hand came from inside. Another hand appeared. It was like a corpse rising from its grave. Ordinary people who saw it would probably think so.

But it is precisely this thing that is being awaited by this pair of young people.

A large tall figure came out from inside the tomb. His body was wrapped in white cloth. A man.

Traditionally Sundanese people, if anyone dies on land then the body is buried. If he dies in the water or river, his body is drowned.

This figure ran quickly into the house. A pair of humans on the roof immediately followed from above. They could easily find out where the man who had risen from the tomb had come in.

Inside one of the rooms, the person changed clothes. Asmarini was face down until the man was dressed.

Adijaya and Asmarini had now covered their faces from their noses down with a piece of black cloth. Then they fluttered forward.

It turned out that on the front page had stood someone. It looks like it is waiting for the person inside.

Not wanting to lose the target, these two young men immediately took off a long-range punch towards them as soon as they saw they were about to run.

Wush!

The desss!

The two people below did not expect that there would be a surprise attack. Their bodies were bouncing back. Something fell from the body of the man who rose from the tomb.

When Asmarini and Adijaya jumped down to catch the prey, suddenly a shadow almost invisible darted away carrying them easily like pinching light items.

Asmarini is about to pursue.

"Already, Dinda. No need!"

The girl looked upset. But it soon disappeared after Adijaya showed a leather scroll that had fallen from his hunted man.

"What's that?"

"We'll see on the train!"

Then they flickered back to the train. Go straight inside.

"The one who took them away was very powerful!" the Asmarini snort is still upset.

Adijaya unrolled the rather large leather scroll on the floor of the room. Plastered an inscription.

HONORARY MARK OF SERVICE

GIVEN TO CANDRA KUSUMA

WITH A POSITION AS A YOUNG MENTRI

FOR ITS CONTRIBUTORY SERVICES

THE PURWA KINGDOM OF SEDANA

IN THE NAME OF

KING PURWA SEDANA.

These two young men looked at each other.