The Musafir

Escape Inside Aisle — Volume 4 Finished

THE ANGEL FROM THE North RIVER bit his lip. There's not much choice for him right now. The mantle has already snapped at him. Rarely did he hear Mantingan yell. Almost never even. The impact of a Mantingan can mean anger. It could mean seriousness. Both of them demanded the North River Angel to jump into the dark hole immediately.

What do you imagine about the Rawa River? The rock that instantly smashed his head. Large centipedes that will be wrapped around. Poisonous snakes. Or mired into an endless abyss, into an endless darkness.

The Northern River Angel closed half her eyes. His feet are approaching the hole. Sipped spit once. Breathe in deeply. Courage accumulated. The Northern River Angel jumped forward. His feet no longer touched the wooden floor. Free fall into the hole. His right hand was still tightly gripping a torch.

The Northern River Angel was getting stronger biting her lips. He's really scared. Dare not scream. His blood seemed to float to his head. But just for a moment, his body suddenly stopped. He felt two hands holding his waist. Those two hands stopped the fall.

“You survived.” The sound of the mantan sounded slowly. The North River Angel breathed a sigh of relief.

Mantingan took the torch in the right hand of the North River Angel. The index finger is enough to touch the cotton torch, then burn and light. Can be seen clearly in the hole. The size is no more than two fathoms, at least adults can still stand. The walls of the passageway were hard rock. Wandering in eternal darkness.

Why is it called eternal darkness? These passageways never seemed to receive light from the very beginning of their formation. The torch carried by the North River Angel is the only light. Reveal the ones that have never been revealed.

“Hold this torch, I'll be upstairs for a while.”

The hand of the Northern River Angel moved quickly. But instead of taking the torch, he gripped the hand of Mantingan. His anxious face was adorned by the light of the torch. His eyes reflected the light of the torch, as if there was water moving in them.

“Please don't leave me alone here.” The Northern River Angel shook her head with a hopeful gaze.

“Saudari North River, I just briefly.” The mantan smiled thinly, gently removing the grip of the Northern River Angel on his hand. “And I'm not going anywhere.”

Without waiting for another answer, Mantingan jerked his legs down. His body floated upwards. Landed right on the warehouse floor. The mantel reached into something in his coffers. Three Magic Throws. At the mouth of the dugout, the Spells put up three Magic Throws.

The Magic Throw that the Spells install has a throwing spell. The same spell as the one he installed on the door of Nyiur Wind City. Anyone who tried to enter, would be knocked back according to his strength while trying to break through.

The mantel reached back into his coffers. Twenty pieces of gold. This should be more than enough. Rude workers who work for something like this are usually paid three gold pieces.

After that, the Mantang went back into the hole. Landing lightly beside the North River Angel. The girl was very grateful after seeing Mantingan. Magic ejection activated.

“Saudari North River, please give me the torch.”

The Angel of the North River unhesitatingly threw a burning torch at him, Mantingan retreated because the flames were about to hit him. What Bidadari Sungai Utara proposes is not the base of the torch, but the tip of the torch, which burns the fire. The mantle approached and held the base of the torch.

“Sorry-sorry.” The North River Angel tried to laugh, although what sounded was a bland laughter.

The manting steps suddenly stopped.

“What's up, Mantingan?” The Northern River Angel looked in front of him anxiously. But there was nothing he saw except the rock passage. The farther it gets dark. What danger lies ahead.

“There are bats in front.”

The Northern River Angel wanted to retreat, but behind him was darkness. Even going forward, he did not dare. Get stuck. Go wrong, back down wrong. Such is fear, making those who experience it feel helpless.

The North River Angel is afraid of bats. Especially the big one. His life in Goa with the darkness. A terrible creature, he thought. Even worse his fear when he remembered that he was in a narrow room, almost without a way out. Just the existence of Mantingan alone made him not crazy.

But surprisingly, the mantingan stopped. He said that there was a bat in front of him. Are brave young men like Mantingan also afraid of bats?

“These bats are very far away, but the air they produce is smelled all the way here. This air is very toxic.”

The North River's angel stiffened.

“I'll clean it.” The mantel forward a step. His hands extended forward. His fingers open, forming a footprint. The wind blew slowly, flowing in the long passageways in front of him, passing through twists and turns numbering over a hundred.

Even if the wind blows slowly, but it is enough to get rid of the poisonous bat air. Indeed, the things they face are now common in caves that were long closed. If there are bats nesting there, then certainly the air is poisonous. Even if there were no bats, the cave air could be poisonous.

The wind blew for a long time. The mantan was still standing there, his right hand was flowing in the wind while his left hand was lifting the torch.

The tea time passed. Such a long time to make the North River Angel feel accustomed to the environment of the cave. The winds that Mantingan had produced had managed to bring poisonous air towards the outer land.

The mantle pulled back his right hand. He took a deep breath and nodded slowly. It seems like he had miscalculated at the beginning. After dispatching the Science of Wind Control, Mantingan learned that these passageways were much longer than what he had calculated before. There is even another possibility, this passageway is much longer . The young man started to feel that he had picked the wrong move.

But there's no way out. The person who was stalking them must have been suspicious after the Northern River Angel was long unseen inside his room, he would have started searching. If they returned, there was the greatest chance that they would meet the scout. Isn't that dangerous?

If only one fight were to occur, the result would always be detrimental. If only the Mantingan defeated the scout, then the news of their fight was difficult to block. Not even impossible, the scout still had comrades standing behind him. If only until the news spread widely and many expert warriors came, Mantingan felt unable to defeat them alive.

“Better we keep running. It is not impossible that the Magic Throw I installed can be broken, when that happens we must be as far away from here as possible.”