
Tan Liong's anger slowly dissipated, as the golden aura enveloping his body disappeared as well. The silence began to accompany the atmosphere where Tan Liong was standing right now.
The death of Mr. Lee and his companions did not bring to life the inhabitants, who had lost their lives.
Tan Liong was blown away in a daydream about what he had done. The question he had in his mind at this moment, was it true what he was doing ?.
Until finally consciousness restored the memory, that he still had a task that he had never completed.
Slowly Tan Liong stepped out of his feet and left where he stood, following where his feet went.
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The sun burns the skin. Many trees are dry, only branches and branches are left behind. People are lazy out of the house during the day, they prefer to sit or sleep at home or in a building.
The long drought has made the inhabitants of this village suffer. The wheels of the economy became stifled with the large amount of their farmland, uncultivated. The land of their rice fields that are always wet every year, never lack of water is now barren and looks chapped with drought.
In the past this kind of thing never happened, even though the dry season arrived, their rice fields were always flowed from the river, next to their village. But everything changed, ever since the arrival of people who look like people from the martial world. They built buildings near the river and since they settled there the flow of water began to decrease, not even flow at all.
Once there were two three villagers with different days, protesting to them by going to the people's residence, but they returned lifeless. Their bodies were found by residents, outside the walls of their buildings, under bamboo trees near the river.
Since then, no one has dared to protest. They would rather suffer than lose their lives.
That afternoon, as the sun was shining hot, a young man walked towards the food stall in their village. The young man was wearing literary clothes, from his face looked tired like he had gone through a long journey
The youth who was none other than Tan Liong, took a seat outside the food stall. The hot Eve made him feel sultry and thirsty, so when he had just arrived, he had already ordered a drink.
Viewed by the atmosphere of the village that felt so quiet. There was no visible activity from the villagers, thus making Tan Liong a little astonished.
"May I ask you a little, uncle ?" Tan Liong tried asking the owner of the shop
"Why does this village look so deserted, I don't see anyone walking down the street?"
"When viewed from the hot weather with such a hot air, I think they are lazy to travel or do work "answered the stall owner, after a long silence to think, can only give an answer
"What is the main job of the villagers uncle?" ask Tan Liong further
"The main occupation of the people here as farmers ! but.." replied the owner of the stall, but did not continue.
"But why .....? why not continue ?" tanya Tan Liong was curious
"But since they....... ! aahh, long story young man !" returned answered by disconnected
"Tell uncle! I see there's something unnatural here, maybe I'll be able to help !"
The owner of the stall after being urged on by Tan Liong, finally began to tell a long story about what was experienced by the villagers, especially the residents who worked as farmers.
"That's how young people are, they're closing the water down the farmers in this village !" obviously the shop owner ended the story
"Do the people here know who they are ? where did they come from ?" tanya Tan Liong asked looking for information about the newcomer
"Come away...! we all don't know and what their destination is near our village !"
Tan Liong looked pensive, thinking of investigating the newcomers that unsettled the villagers and he wanted to start tomorrow day, after he got the inn to rest, unwinded after going through a long journey.
"Thank you uncle, tomorrow I want to investigate them, for today I want to find an inn for a rest first !"
After he finished paying, Tan Liong bamit looking for lodging indicated by the owner of the stall in his village.