The Fragrant Soul

Chapter 4: The Flood of Blood

After all was done, Sukma Harum immediately rushed towards his meeting place with Sri Murti. A house located in the outer part of Mandeung city. He rode on a horse he had just bought in the city. The brownish-black horse is sturdy and quite strong.

Along the way Sukma Harum noticed that the state of this city is indeed very prosperous. Trading

many, natural wealth is abundant, people live peacefully in mutual trust. Very different from kingdoms outside Pajajaran such as Majapahit which has gradually collapsed, or Madangkara which is still busy with power struggles between families.

Prabu Siliwangi really learned from the stories of other kingdoms that were too busy developing the region

and the territory so that it forgets the welfare of its people. So that the internal state of the kingdoms become shaky and easily torn down. These lessons and facts made him pay more attention to the welfare of the entire people of Pajajaran.

In 20 years of his reign, science and religion developed very rapidly in Pajajaran. Although Hinduism was the main religion in the kingdom at the time, Prabu Siliwangi allowed other religions to develop safely in Pajajaran. Buddhism and Islam developed very well in this country. There was even one of his Muslim consorts, named Nyi Subang Larang.

On every street corner, people seem to enjoy life so much. Dining house, wine shop, public bath, all

looks crowded. Arts and cultures such as literature, dance, and painting all get the land to live a fertile life and develop.

One of the most important policies of the wise king was to eliminate all sorts of things

taxed. People only pay a small amount of tax, it is sometimes only in the form of garden products or hunted animals.

Harum Sukma slowly entered the forest outside the city limits. The sun has begun to recede to the west, the color red

decorate sky. The cold wind started to exhale the air that pierced through the bones. The road feels slippery and muddy. He rode his horse carefully, worried that the horse had slipped and been injured.

Although his affairs are very much and piled up, forever he never rushed. He is always on time. It's never too late, not too soon. For him, everything must always be right.

Maybe that's why he can see things that are out of place. You can see the irregularities,

or a secret hidden in people's hearts. You can find something you shouldn't.

Things like this that make him able to behave with complete calm.

Like the atmosphere in this dense forest. No lighting at all. The trees are so lush. If anyone had intended to back him up or attack him in this place, it would have been very difficult for him to escape.

But he behaved calmly. Being worried and in a hurry won't change things. Precisely by being calm, he will be able to think of answers to very complicated problems.

The night is coming. The moon had already appeared with its pale radiance. But the light cannot illuminate

the path he is now walking. Silent. The sound of the wind whistling makes the tree trunks jolt up giving a slightly creepy sound.

KreKK…

There was only the sound of horse footsteps walking carefully.

In the midst of this kind of darkness, not even his own hands were visible. At any moment, danger can come.

Evil traps can ambush. But this is the path he must walk. Sri Murti has given him this path, so this path is also through it.

Sayup-sayup chime the sound of crying.

Such a heart-wrenching cry.

Who would cry in a place like this?

He sharpens his senses. Want to not want the fur to sit a little stand up too. But his attitude remained calm.

As if the sky had collapsed on him, he would still be calm.

Suddenly the sound of crying turned into the sound of laughter.

“Hi...hi...hi..”.

Laughter and crying are far ahead. It seems to be from the place he was about to go.

Unfortunately, his senses are never wrong. The closer, the clearer the cry and laughter.

Then all of a sudden it stopped.

“Grokkkk!”

Sayup like a snoring human voice or **** that snarls. The wind carried the smell of blood. Instantaneously

the feeling of Fragrant Sukma changed!

He jumped off his horse and dashed very fast.

From a distance, a light shines. It is the home of the family of Sri Murti. Their place

should meet. Now the smell of rancid blood was violently blown out of the house.

So great was the science of lightening his body that he had arrived at the courtyard of the moor just deep

blink eyes!

The smell of human blood is gushing!

Currently Sukma Harum has been in a state ready to fight. The slightest movement will not escape from

his attention.

Braaaakkkkkkk!

He broke down the door of the house.

Then there is a sight that can lead to the breaking of human heart veins.

Blood flooded the floor of the house. The body of a corpse is scattered. Many of the legs and hands were cut off.

Human fingers are like long pieces of beans scattered everywhere. The human stomach contents decompose, spreading a foul odor that penetrates into the lungs.

They just died. The blood is fresh. The culprit is still here!

“Grggggh...grggghhh..

Fragrant Sukma could feel the voices of people in the room back there. He darted off without even touching the blood-soaked floor. Inside the room, the view was heartbreaking.

A woman is glued. His neck is almost broken. Blood is pouring out very hard. Nanar's eyes. There are still

a little bit of life there. But Sukma Harum knew that the light would soon be extinguished.

“Groookkkk.

His face was pale but still looked graceful. His mouth opened slightly as if he wanted to ask, though,

“Duhai, sister. Why are you late? Someone has lowered an evil hand. All that remains is a momentary meeting. Without words....,”.

Sukma Harum held the lady's hand. The man's tears whack dripped down the beautiful princess' cheeks.

“The promise has been fulfilled, not a bit of brother never forget. But fate will separate..,”

Hands with blood. The fingers are pointed and slender. It was like he wanted to point to something. Sukmas

Fragrant looking back, there was also a body lying on the ground as well, it was covered by a bed.

A young man was also covered in blood. His neck was also torn. It was cut off by a small weapon

stuck to that neck.

A Kujang!

The young man was much better than the woman.

The woman is Sri Murti. This young man was certainly his sister whom he had told. While the bodies scattered out there are their guards.

Someone has managed to come here and kill them all. But this murder is not perfect because there is still one victim left. Was it because the killer realized someone was coming?

But if he was able to kill everyone in the house, why should he be afraid of the guests coming?

Is it because the killer knew that the guest who came was Sukma Harum?

Yes of course. The killer was a person known to everyone who was in this house.

But where did he go?

Sukma Harum turned his head out through the open window. There was the sound of horses coming from outside.

Apparently there were some other people who came there anyway.

His mind is spinning fast. If he went after the perpetrator, then the life of this young man could not be his

salvage. But if he does not go from there, then these people who come will accuse him of being the culprit.

Sukma Harum had made his decision in a split second.

His hand took out the medicine from behind his pocket. Once it was dripped over that gaping wound on the neck, it,

the liquid gave off a fishy smell and a hissing sound.

Ssssssssssssssssssss!

The young man had lost consciousness so he did not feel how much pain it was when the medicine worked

close the wound and dry it. Sukma Harum extended his hand and channeled his inner energy to the young man.

He was the last message from the princess. In the hands of this young man he will be able to dismantle all these cruel evils. Therefore he had to fight for the young man's life!

“For God!”

The ‘tamu’ has entered the house and seen the blood. They pulled out a sword just in case. They left every room to see the situation. They were in the room where Sukma Harum was trying to cure the dying young man.

When they saw that there was a healthy man without wounds, in a pool of blood and corpses, and,

while putting his hands on the chest of a victim, of course what appears in their minds there is this man who is the perpetrator of all these crimes.

Then their swords swung. Seven sword eyes attacked him from all directions. There were no holes to dodge and save themselves because this sword style was so perfect!

But Sukma Harum did not need to dodge and save himself from the siege of the sword.

Because he is the Harum Sukma!

His hand moved swiftly grabbing the seven swords.

Trang! Trang! Trang! Trang!Trang! Trang! Trang!

The seven swords fell from the hands of their owners!

They can only stare. How could a dandy-style handsome guy like this be capable

slashing their swords in just one move? The world seemed to shake violently. Their souls are shaken. Now they don't even dare to move. Because they knew, their lives were within the grasp of this young man.

“You...kau..Suk..ma Ha...rum....”.

Everyone in this world has heard of Harum Sukma.

It's not wrong anymore. His handsome gait, his calm disposition, and his finger flick are second to none

this earth face.

He said nothing, only returned to his knees and channeled his energy into the chest of the young man lying unconscious.The swordsmen who saw this began to realize that the Fragrant Sukma was not the perpetrator, but a helper who is trying to heal others.

After seeing that the young man's condition had gradually improved and his heart rate had strengthened a little, Sukma Harum pulled his hand and finished his inner power distribution.

“Ki friends from Padepokan Rajawali Sakti?”

“Ya true. Princess Sri Murti himself invited us here,” replied one of the.

“I myself came late. When I came, things were like this. He's the only one alive.

It was also in a very sad state,” said Sukma Harum smabil pointing to Sri Murti's sister.

“The bachelor, is it yours, sir Sukma Harum?”

“Not. By the time I came, I was stuck in his neck,” he replied.

The seven swordsmen stared at each other. It seems like something is going awry

their hearts.

“The warriors who died here, all of them were not weak ones. But they just died,” says

one of.

“In this world, there are very few people who have this ability,” one of them chimed.

“Moreover who is able to use Kujang like that,” timpal someone else.

“So ki ki kiank all accuse me?” ask Sukma Harum.

“Sorry, we do not dare to accuse you at all. But this fact is too obvious. Who did it, though,

maybe only he can tell,” said one person while pointing again to Sri Murti's sister.

“Yes. Is correct. Only he can explain the real story.”

“We propose, if you are willing, to come with us to deliver these victims to our store. Just in case that on the way he is not attacked again. Just a few days he was treated, we're sure he'll recover. After he informs you of the true events and who the culprit is, let's look together for that savage criminal!”

“Usul very wise. Fine, I'm ready!” answer Sukma Harum calm but loud.