The Musafir

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MANTAN NODDED IN UNDERSTANDING. Back talk through the Science of Whispering Wind, “How many throws that Uncle brings at this time?”

“Currently I bring 30 sheets, it can be less and can be more. The last time I went to the Malaya Underground Screen Market was three years ago. There may have been a lot of conversation in its form.”

The mantle nodded slowly. “At least, Uncle has already gone inside. For starters, it might be easy.”

Uncle Bala also nodded. “Is there any other questions?”

Among the boisterous voices between the seller and the buyer who was bidding or between the group of swordsmen who just talked to each other while laughing, the existence of Mantingan and Uncle Bala was not the center of attention. Even if anyone saw him, their Uncle Bala was lecturing his female disciples, there was nothing to worry about. There is still a lot to be their attention.

“I don't think there is.”

“If so, we are in now.”

***

INSIDE the old building after being entered is actually full of disguise spells and trapping spells. Mantingan and Uncle Bala worked together to unlock spells one after another in order to enter the underground market.

When they work together, they accidentally know each other's limits. As a result, it can be seen that the abilities of Mantingan and Uncle Bala are almost balanced. The mantle was slightly below him, lacking experience. Unlike Uncle Bala who has three years of experience handling Magic Throws.

After more than 50 spells were broken together, they found a door inside a room. Where in the door was a ladder, the rest of it was pitch black.

“Perdue Magic Light Throw, Uncle?” Mantingan whispered again with the Science of Whispering Wind.

Uncle Bala shook his head. “No need. From the outside it looks dark, but after passing the doorway, it will appear the real form.”

The mantan nodded back. “Good Uncle, I've been going to keep my sword alerted, but there's no way I'm using it for a small matter.”

Uncle Bala understands. If later a small problem is created, Mantingan is not recommended to rush to draw his sword. The same goes for Uncle Bala. The disguise of the Mantang could be uncovered just because it drew the sword.

An expert swordsman can see the abilities of a swordsman only from the way he holds a sword. How could a woman like Mantingan hold a sword like a man? Even Mantingan deliberately bought a robe that exceeded his hand in length to hide his muscles.

“Then, try not to make a problem even if it's a small problem.”

Mantian nodded.

They agreed to move forward. Step by step approached the doorway of the room in which it looked very dark. Admittedly Mantingan's heart was pounding along with the steps he made, a fact that he entered into a cage full of hungry crocodiles.

The space that was once gloomy and had stairs, was now replaced with a long hallway that was bright by the light of a torch. The view of the old wall that is full of moss and dull is now replaced with strong and sturdy bricks.

Far in front of them, there was a crossroads as well as some old people who passed by there without caring about the existence of the two.

Uncle Bala gulped. “This is the Underground Screen Market, Hero Man, where the unnatural is considered reasonable.”

***

MANTINGAN UNDERSTANDs what he has to do in a market full of misguidance. Shut up and shut up. For now, he should be quiet. Even though he had to bear the anger when he saw everything he could see underground.

The Malayan Screen Market is arguably the worst place Mantingan has ever seen. A solidly structured building does not make the market better even if viewed from anywhere. There is almost nothing good here, everything seems bad. Worse than the long passageway that Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara had passed through.

The bodies of men were hung like cut chickens. Traded for black magic. Organs in humans are displayed on tables, for black magic as well. Weapons were like spears made from human bones. The items sold are human skulls. Whatever it was that was seen, it looked very creepy.

It was only what was visible to the eyes, not to mention that it was smelled by the nose and heard by the ears.

The mantan was so furious that it almost touched the handle of the Kiai Kedai Sword, but a signal from Uncle Bala made the Mantingan aware not to do such a thing.

After all, what could Mantingan save? All were warriors here, not ordinary humans, and the ordinary humans that were here were corpses. What can the Mantingan expect from the dead? There are no ordinary people alive, all of them dead. Even died in terrible circumstances.

Currently Mantingan saw a lot of expert warriors passing by in the market aisles. They seemed not to be bothered at all by the presence of the wretched bodies on display, as if their feelings had died.

There were also many expert warriors who saw Mantingan and Uncle Bala. But only in the form of a glance that is no less than one eye shock. They trained their eyes to move quickly.

Under these circumstances, Mantingan did not dare to speak to Uncle Bala even with the Whispering Science of the Wind. There are too many expert swordsmen here, and it is not impossible for any one of them to have the ability to hear the whispers of the Mantingan wind. The risks are too great that Mantingan does not take if it is not really important and precarious.

Mantingan glanced at Uncle Bala's face which seemed to be very, very anxious. How could he not be anxious if he saw human bodies that might be one of them is his daughter?

Even though Uncle Bala had tried to brush off such thoughts, it would certainly never be easy to do so. Bad thoughts sometimes come without expectation.

Occasionally on several occasions, Uncle Bala was seen accidentally coming into contact with the wall or doing movements such as scratching his feet. Though in fact he was installing the thrower in question to find the whereabouts of his daughter.

Lontar Uncle Bala has been equipped with a disguise spell as well, so his existence is like fused with the object he taped. How it works like a chameleon that is able to disguise its body on a log that is infested. Only a swordsman could truly recognize Uncle Bala's thrower. So, be safe them.