The Musafir

Stalker's Talent

The air outside the inn was not very good. Right after setting foot on the street, Mantingan suddenly felt a very cold chill.

“It's unguided killer lust ...” The mantan muttered slowly.

It is true that the gripping cold comes from a murderous lust. However, the killer's lust is completely unguided. It was as if it had been deliberately released into all directions to scare anyone.

“Ongh ...”

Munding Caraka bellowed very softly. Mantingan turned his head, finding the big buffalo curled up in the inn yard. From his eyes, Munding looked extremely vigilant but at the same time scared. It was certain that the buffalo also felt the killer air that Mantingan felt at this time, but because he was an animal then the impact would be much more different.

“Not why, Munding.” Mantingan smiled warmly as he walked closer to the buffalo. “Didn't you have such incredible power to defeat anyone? No need to fear!”

“Ongng!” Munding replied, still with a soft voice.

“No need for you to worry about me. Just worry about Chitra Anggini. The woman did have great strength, but her attitude was extremely careless. He could have been wretched in the hands of a swordsman who was much weaker than him, so you should really take care of him.” The mantan gently rubbed Munding's head.

The buffalo nodded slowly. Little snore.

“Good. Take good care of yourself here, I'll be back as soon as.” After saying so, Mantingan immediately left in front of Munding.

About his conversation with his pet buffalo, Mantingan is not really sure whether he really captures the purpose of Munding and vice versa. Talking to a buffalo is not easy. This is much more difficult than speaking in the eye.

No matter how Munding is a demon, he is still an animal. And no matter how intelligent the Mantingan is, he is still a human being.

Humans and animals have their own language to convey sometimes incomprehensible ideas between the two. When the language and ideas are different, it is difficult for a conversation to succeed.

Is not language no longer necessary when ideas have been conveyed and language is no longer useful when there are no ideas that need to be conveyed?

But for some reason, in terms of his conversation with Munding, he felt he had truly understood each other.

Could it be that this can happen because Mantingan and Mundingan have loved each other as Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara can hold a face-to-face conversation without fatigue because they secretly love each other?

So if so, why can he have a face-to-face conversation with Chitra Anggini that although not too smooth?

The mantel eliminates all the contemplation that occurs in his head. The contemplations can make him daydream, even though a little carelessness has been able to bring the life of a swordsman to the afterlife.

Mantingan immediately put up the Science of Hearing Dew Drops to be able to see everything that cannot be seen by his eyes. The day has gone up the night. The dimness of twilight often deceives the eyes. With the high level of hearing knowledge he had, then he could not be defeated with an attack of eye-catching.

Swarms of crows milling over buildings that are no longer worthy of being called buildings. Whether the birds were going to go home with full stomachs, or coming with hungry stomachs. How terrible is the Kotaraja Slum!

The sun is slipping. Back to the dispute. Sky darkens. Between the existing and the non-existent is almost indistinguishable. That's when the Mantang heard the sound of greatness, which however smooth and thin can still be captured by the Science of Hearing Dew Drops!

The mantle kept going. Taking a stance as if he had never heard the sound of those subtle prowess. If he disguised himself as a mediocre-capable swordsman, then of course those prowess could not be heard. After all, wasn't it still not certain that the warriors had the intention to attack him?

But apparently, the sounds of the greatness continued to follow him from a distance, even now increasing in number. The mantingan calculated that there were ten figures stalking him. If they are warriors who have a high level of devotion, then that number is not small at all.

Until suddenly there was a whistling sound from behind Mantingan's back, making the young man stiffen completely!

The whistling sound must have come from extremely thin flying needles that were glued very quickly to penetrate many times the speed of sound.

If only the Mantangkan did not have the Science of Hearing Dew Drops that could capture the slightest sound and no later than anything, then the whistle would only be heard after the needles reached the target.

The mantle immediately flashed upwards, as the direction of the needle attack covered the entire space below. However, it seemed like the enemy did indeed want it to fly upwards.

Just when the Mantingan stopped in mid-air because it had run out of lift, hundreds or even thousands of poisonous needles were thrown at once towards him.

Surprised mantises are not reeds. He was very sure that the warriors who attacked him numbered only ten, but why did the needles they were sticking together reach into the thousands?

Did everyone throw more than a hundred needles in the blink of an eye? Impossible right!

There was no time to think of unnecessary things, The swift Spell drew the Savrinadeya Sword on its back. It is enough to exert a little energy in the sword, then the thick cloth wrapped around it will be split perfectly. Thus the blade of Savrinadeya's Sword glittered back in the dim twilight of the twilight, moving at a speed faster than fast to fend off the thousands of poisonous needles that targeted Mantingan.

Flashes of light are created. Sparkling fire flowers. Hundreds of times. The Mantan's body disappeared like it was swallowed by a vacuum, changing with a black shadow rolling through the air.

The attack ended very quickly, but none of them were on target. Mantingan back to trace the ground after descending very quickly because the science burdensome body he mastered. As soon as the ground was stepped on by his two feet, then the thudding sound broke the silence!

A dim voice sounded the moaning. Whether it's from the side of the road or from inside the buildings around. Of course, the thousands of needles were not going to hit anyone.

The mantle can only growl. Holding back his anger. No power, because it is not able to help people who are exposed to deadly toxic needles. It is free if you do not get the antidote in a short time.

“What attacked me?!” The mantang shouted loudly. His anger was channeled towards his voice.

No reply of any kind was heard. Silence, and nothing but silence itself. The mantle is like shouting at empty air.

But not long after that, the sound of greatness was heard again. No longer smooth sounding, so rude and whipping. Even now not only his voice appears, but also with his shadows!

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Episodes of the month: 9/40