OXEN

Chapter 38's

Rahman revealed the robe he was wearing as his disguise costume. He approached Father and the others as he reached into the bag that was behind his black robe.

"Currus.."

Mr. Rahman poured fishy smelling water from inside the small size jug into the bodies of Father and the others. Suddenly Dad was drunk because his eyes were exposed to the water.

"Bad! What other liquid did you pour on us?" I was angry because of Mr. Rahman.

Mr. Rahman grinned at the reaction from Dad. Then he put the little jug back in the bag under his black robe.

"The water is to cover the human smell produced by your body so that no more subtle creatures come near you!" said Mr. Rahman and turned his back, "In a moment, I will present you to Mr. Azajel!"

Dad was getting burned, but he was still trying to hold back his emotions and he tried to extract information from Mr. Rahman.

"Azajel! What other creature is that?" ask Dad.

Mr. Rahman also explained who Azajel was.

"Azajel is one of the strongest demon lords for the Illuminati cult of demon worship! Azajel will give great power to his loyal followers!" said Mr. Rahman.

"Yesterday you said the name of the ghost was Ox! Now you call him Azajel! Stop making fun of us, we don't trust you anymore!" peckekat Father.

"The Ox's ghost is indeed there, I sent him to kidnap your daughter! However, I do not know why suddenly your daughter could escape from the ghost of Lembi and roam in the supernatural realm!" said Mr. Rahman, then he went back to Dad.

Mr. Rahman took something that was stored in Dad's pants pocket. Apparently Mr. Rahman took the keris he had given to Dad when he was about to steal a snake mustika egg.

"Slret"

Mr. Rahman used the keris to scratch the wound on Dad's hand, then the blood coming out of the scratch he put in the small jug.

"www"

Dad groans in pain after receiving sadistic treatment from Mr. Rahman. Not only did he do this to Dad, but he did the same to Mamah and Nana.

"This blood of yours I will use to call Azajel! After the Lord Azajel has given you his mighty power, he will suck all your blood to the end. After that, I will return to the world and become the most powerful psychic. Ahhaha!" Mr. Rahman laughed loudly and felt very excited.

"Sir Rahman! Do you not realize that you have now been fooled by the devil, repent, Mr Rahman! While dying still hasn't picked you up!" I tried to advise Mr. Rahman to come to his senses and get back on the right path.

"Haha! Repent? Does repentance make me rich and rich, Mr Andi?-

"I used to be a very religious person, I never left worship. But my life has always been plagued by hardship and poverty!-

"Until I finally get to know the devil worshipers, they all look very solidarity, they are also rich and rich in treasure, even they are very fond of sharing with others! Very inversely proportional to people who claim to be religious, but arrogant and reluctant to share to the difficult!" Mr. Rahman chattered long.

"Not everyone is as religious as you say, Mr. Rahman!" I avoided Mr. Rahman's words.

Mr. Rahman approached Father, "Indeed not all are like that, but only one in a thousand, maybe a million!" Rahman raised his voice.

"Different from those demon worshippers, they were all one hundred percent always sharing to the one in distress, even they were also clogging up orphans!" Mr. Rahman continued to raise his voice, looking an aura of annoyance on his already wrinkled face.

"Do you have a grudge against a religious leader, Mr Rahman?" Dad asked Rahman again, this time in a slow tone of voice.

"I've felt all religions, none of which I chose, until I met the Illuminati!-

"Sir Andi, if you are willing to join me, then I will release you! Let your wife and children make offerings to the Demon King!" said Mr. Rahman invites Dad to be a devil worshiper just like him.

Father did not answer anything, Mr. Rahman approached Father again, "You will live a rich life, you can get a wife much younger than Miss Maryam. Ahaha!" Mr. Rahman said with an evil grin.

"Cuihh"

Instead of answering the persuasion from Mr. Rahman, Father actually spit on Mr. Rahman.

"Until death though, I will never want to join you!" squeal Dad with eyes full of emotion towards Mr. Rahmam.

As a result of this action, Dad had to receive a punch from Mr. Rahman right on his left cheek. Not only that, Mr. Rahman also kicked the top of his waist until Dad groaned in pain.

"Aught.."

Dad felt a great pain in the waist to his left due to a kick from Mr. Rahman. He wanted to fight Mr. Rahman, but his power was still shackled by a very strong iron chain.

"Bugh.. Bugh.."

Mr. Rahman continues to torture Dad by kicking his left leg Dad repeatedly. He was completely indifferent to Father who always groaned in pain every time his legs launched a kick.

"Bas a fool! Prove to me whether your Lord can save you who I am now tormenting! Hahaha" Mr. Rahman seemed to be enjoying it a lot.

"Dad! Stop it, please stop it!" Mamah shouted and begged Mr. Rahman to stop his actions.

"Dad! Uncle, please don't torture my father!" nana said whining.

"Bugh. cuff.."

"Look, your husband has no power and no effort! If you want your husband safe, tell him to apologize and lick his own spit!" mr. Rahman said to Mamah.

Mamah could only silently watch her husband being subjected to torture by Mr. Rahman, Mamah could only shake his head and shed tears incessantly.

Dad looked into Mamah's eyes deeply, then Dad gave a smile to Mamah as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Because the father who kept insisting not to apologize to Mr. Rahman, finally Mr. Rahman increasingly black. He lay down his hard kick slid right into his chest until Dad coughed up blood.

"Crotten"

"Ohuk. uhuk.."

As a result, Father felt that his eyes were twitching and it was as if the entire area of the place was swirling. After a few seconds later, Ayapun fainted in a state of sitting leaning on a wooden pole because he was still shackled on a wooden pole. Mr. Rahman stopped his attack, now he turned to Miss Maryam.