SATRIO.

CH 130S

After traveling for about thirty minutes and asking twice at the roadside stall, Mika drove a car into the village mentioned by Oma Dina.

The village roads and rivers that Oma told her in her youth had undergone many changes. The dirt roads and small rivers have been replaced with smooth asphalt and wider rivers, looking beautiful with rows of fences made by local residents. Not to mention the rice fields that have turned into modern housing.

Naturally, the situation that the oma told him had already passed by almost forty years.

Mika slows down the car on the main road leading to Pakde Karman's house, observing the residents' houses to find the mosque as a benchmark.

"Aren't there any mosholas?" mika asked reminded.

"Maybe it's now a mosque, pull over .. I'll ask for a minute!" Pandji got out of the car, approached the figure of an old father who had just come out of the place of worship.

From inside the car, Mika and the others noticed Pandji who nodded and thanked him shortly after the asked father pointed in one direction.

Pandji returned to the car and watched the road. "Later stop in front, Mika! Black fence house, about thirty meters from here."

The house with a very large yard behind a rusty iron fence was once probably the property of a rich man. The building still looks magnificent even though it looks old and dull.

The paint peels in some parts and there is a roof that almost collapsed. Many of the wild shrubs around the courtyard are also dry moss that fill a large fish pond next to the house with a crocodile statue in the middle.

The dried leaves are scattered on the terrace and spread widely to the fence wrapped around some vines.

In one look, people must immediately judge that the house is haunted and has not been inhabited by humans for a long time.

"So this was Pakde Karman's house?" mika asked worried and amazed.

"Hm, I think so. All the features are exactly what the oma mentioned, especially the pond with the crocodile statue!" Pandji got out of the car and stared at the house. A cold breeze swept across his face, brushing off the hair that fell on his forehead.

"Mirror …!" call Mika from behind the wheel. Without turning off the car engine, Mika went down following Pandji who was still standing.

"Even after its glory collapsed, a black aura still enveloped this house. There's no way anyone can survive living in a house with this level of wingit" Pandji said in a soft voice.

"We're leaving now? There is something alive inside .. something that makes me uncomfortable," said Mika no less clear.

"Creatures of the remnants of the demon kingdom first," said Pandji indifferently.

"Crocodile germs?" guess Mika.

"Hm .. and others."

"I smell heirloom!" Mika looks at Pandji at a glance, then continues her eyes towards the old house that lost its prestige since the death of its owner.

"We're not hunting heirlooms, Mika! We'll do that after all the trouble with Nergal is over!"

"Yeah, it seems so .. including the father's trident. Not really ordinary people!" pandji. "The warehouse is still alive today!"

"I'll help pull it for you when the time comes" Mika said.

"Come to the next location alone, can catch a cold standing here for a long time!"

In the car, Aswanta is itching to ask his best friend.

"Wow ... Interesting house, buddy! This brother of yours used to be the one with the magic, not some random person!" Aswanta spoke in a pretentious style.

"Very terrible, Master! A lot of bad things in there. It's not just a toy statue, it's a symbol of a stealth kingdom! And that crocodile pool is indeed a fine creature bath." Tirta explained his inner view.

"What was the owner of this house who used to keep the furniture for the benefits?" ask Mahesa curiously. "This house must have been very luxurious in his day!"

"Not ..this is the famous paranormal house. Not a pesugian but a kind of ngelmu for a glory." Pandji breathed heavily, "We're leaving now, Mika! They're not here!"

Aswanta flatly replied, "I agree, my chest is as tight as looking at the crocodile statue!"

"How can a fellow crocodile have a different aura, Master?" muttered Tirta silly.

Mika runs the car with her eyes still stealing glances towards the house. "Darguably, why not just sell cheap? It's good to make future investments after all the evil auras are cleared!"

Pandji laughed dryly, "Who would want to stay there?"

"Sold again, business!" mika replied firmly.

"The ground was raided, there was blood that could not be lifted from the ground. Even though it has been cleaned, it will still leave an unpleasant air for ordinary humans to live in!" terang Pandji brief. "But if you want, I can buy it for you!"

"Forku?" ask Mika skeptics.

Pandji mocked the circus, "Make your wedding gift hehehe …."

If only she did not know the ethics of the Pandji family who should have more respect for men, maybe Mika had snapped the head of the young man who grinned annoyingly at her.

"Damn it!" as Mika is upset, she is laughed at by Pandji and his team.

In order to cover the embarrassment, Mika accelerates the speed of the car to immediately arrive at a location that has extreme air temperature changes.

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