The Fragrant Soul

Chapter 9: The Meeting

The dawn has gone. The pitch-black night slowly turned into a bright day. So

also human life. Time will change everything.

I don't know what time it is. I don't know where he is now. His steps are firm and sure. Yet it

walk in peace. As if to enjoy his existence in that dump.

The forest is so thick. The sunlight that had just appeared was still having difficulty penetrating the lushness of the trees.

The ground felt still wet with refreshing dew. But darkness always looms and death always lurks.

In front there is a village surrounded by a high fence. This fence is made of rods

a solid tree. The top is shaped pointed and also fitted with spines and toxic wire.

All the inhabitants of this valley can certainly pass through the fence in one or two jumps. Sukma Harum

realizing, the fence was made not to hold outsiders from entering, but to cover what was behind the fence.

What's behind that fence?

With a single leap, Raka was already drifting high. Then suddenly his body stopped in the air and went down

slowly. That way he can pay attention to what is behind the high fence.

His eyes stupefied.

A very beautiful area with a large and beautiful garden. There's a pool and a fountain. The flowers grow beautifully and are very well maintained. It was like seeing a garden hidden behind hell.

The use of science to relieve it to such a high is not easy. Raka can only survive for about 10 seconds before

finally his body floated back down to earth. He took a deep breath. Such a beautiful place within the Devil Valley, yet no one came here. Of course there's a secret.

The greatest possibility that appeared in his mind was that this place kept extremely deadly traps and secret weapons. How to break through it if he doesn't have any knowledge of the territory? How does it penetrate if it does not know what is hidden behind its mesmerizing beauty?

Sukma Harum made his decision.

He stepped in front of the gate and knocked on it.

After waiting for a while, the gate opened by itself. As soon as he stepped foot, he,

an arrow shot out very quickly towards his throat!

Claps!

The arrow was restrained by his 2 fingers clamping tightly. The tip of the arrow was only as thin as a hair from his throat. In the arrow is written a message, “Welcome.”

If this is how they welcome guests, of course it can be expected that there are how many guests who would stop by here. Raka walked along a path lined with soft gravel rocks. At the end of the palace there is a luxurious palace. Although this palace is made entirely of wood, but its splendor is not inferior to the luxury buildings on the outside.

The beautiful flowers and plants were lined up so neatly and orderly. Soft grass filled the garden

get to the back end.

Raka sharpened his entire senses. He understood, a wrong move or a wrong move

it can lead to great danger. But he stepped in casually and so confidently. Like a man entering the courtyard of the magnificent mansion he had just bought.

A man just needs his confidence. If he doesn't have a look, he doesn't have one

money, then he should not have no confidence. It is the confidence of a man that can make him survive in a cruel world.

If you believe in your own abilities even when you have nothing, that you can

facing anything in this world with calm and clever sense, then what are the things that you cannot face?

“Please enter,” a voice sounded from behind the palace door as her feet stepped on the steps of the front

that palace.

“Thank you,” Sukma Harum then open the door and enter into it.

All this time he always thought he had seen anything in the world. I have experienced all sorts of things

and experience on earth. But this thing in front of him had only been seen once.

Dozens of women were sitting and lying down in a relaxed manner. None of them were wearing clothes. Not a single thread covered their bodies. None of them are ugly. All beautiful beautiful. Chubby body is confusing. The part that should be big, the magnitude is perfect. The part that should be small, the small is perfect anyway.

Sukma Harum laughs. Said, “You guys don't get cold?”

They all laughed spoiledly, even almost in unison they said, “There is a raden here, of course we

won't be cold.”

They then crowded Harum Sukma with spoiled. Laughter, smell their bodies, smell their,

their beauty, their attractiveness, is like a storm that strikes and blows away the soul. Which man can resist this temptation?

Their touch is so soft. To the most secret parts on the body of a mighty man. Even

if a human carcass is thrown into this vortex, as long as it is male, then it will most likely rise again. So great was the appeal of this vortex that it could even pull a human soul back from the dead.

The touch was so comfortable, the sighs were so exciting, the whispers were so intoxicating.

Then it all turned into a deadly attack. In the blink of an eye, the entire dangerous spot on Sukma Harum's body had been viciously attacked. No one could escape this attack.

But Sukma Harum can.

Because it is Harum Sukma.

The body of the Fragrant Sukma had floated high. Now he sits comfortably on the wooden ceiling of the building.

His smile did not disappear.

“Why are you so mean?” the tanyanya is full of charm.

“Because if it is not evil, we will not be able to survive.”

Harum Sukma can capture the sadness behind these words. How true that speech is. He chose to

didn't say anything more.

“Can I meet Gusti Masayu Renjani?” tanyanya.

“You should be able to beat us first.”

Elsewhere, Sukma Harum simply took out his kujang and showed it, then instantly people would tremble and retreat. But he guessed it wouldn't happen here.

Women who are willing to sell their pride will also be willing to lose their lives. Because of the self-worth of one

women are worth more than their lives.

Finally he floated down. He counted their total number. There were 87 people in all. All

have a silat science that cannot be underestimated. All were ordered to kill him.

“What if I get you all out of here, and I guarantee your lives will be safe. Fetchable

you guys are good and responsible husbands?”

They all laughed and snorted.

Sukma Harum then realized, there are groups of women who actually do not like a quiet life. Yang

they seek is adventure. What they are looking for is a stage where they can be anything. Do anything. Quenching thirst that they themselves sometimes do not understand.

Facing a woman like this, a man would not be willing to do anything.

“Majulah,” said coldly.

They all advance in unison. None of them had low magic. They have trained their knowledge together so that all holes and all points are no longer impenetrable.

Sukma Harum stepped up. Each step was light, yet very fast. But in the view of these women

it moves very slowly. They are upset when it turns out that this way Harum Sukma can disrupt their attack line.

With his sturdy finger, Sukma Harum gently gripped one's hair. The other hand does the same thing to the other woman. In one move, he had twisted the hair of the two men into a single entity.

He dodged to the side as 20 attacks threatened him. The steps are very difficult to predict so that the 20 attacks even collided with each other and ragged glasses. Then his hands moved again and twisted their hair again.

So onward that in a few moments, he had managed to twist their entire hair in one

unity!

This certainly makes them unable to move, because all their hair is tied together.

They did not carry knives or swords. Using the claws can not break the hair without causing pain.

To conquer women, you must strike at their weakest point. Their beauty. Hair

it is part of their beauty. If their scalp is shed, then they will be bald for life.

Throughout their lives they have never experienced anything like this, so now they are confused what to do

exercised.

“Where is your wrestling?” ask Sukma Harum firmly.

Together they pointed to a door from among the few doors that were there. With

relax Sukma Harum enter this door. It turned out that the door was connected to a long hallway with the stairs descending down.

After tracing it, Sukma Harum found a door that was quite large. As soon as he opened it and saw what was inside, the heart of Fragrant Sukma was about to jump out.

“Busty Countryside!” yells.

The person called “Busuk”'s head. His heart seemed to jump out anyway. “Kecoak

Small!”

“Haaaaaaaaa!” they laugh together with each other. After hugging for a while, they

ask each other simultaneously, “Why are you here?”

Laughter echoed in the basement.

The person in front of this Fragrant Sukma was very large. It was almost 2 spears tall. His head is bald

plontos. His beard is thick and dangling. Despite his appearance, his beard looks very neat and well-groomed. Black color is shiny and looks clean and also fragrant.

“You better tell me first because you were here first,” Sukma Harum said

while laughing.

“Alright!”