The Whispering Wind Sword

15. Chapter 15's

His breathing was regular and the young man was sound asleep, feeling secure in the care of his trusted one.

Waiting for the sleeping Ding Tao, Gu Tong Dang's attention fell on the sword that the young man had been carrying around with him.

The sword was cut in his hand and he played some moves using the sword. His heart was amazed by the quality of the sword. In his heart so surmised, the heirloom swords in the martial world were not many in number.

Although many swords are famous, it is not uncommon for the sword to get a name deriving from the prowess of its owner.

If the wearer is not a famous swordsman, the sword itself is not meaningful enough to be called an heirloom sword.

But there are also, a number of swords, which is precisely the prowess of being able to lift the name of the wearer.

Gu Tong Dang was sure the sword he had in his hand belonged to the handful that existed. By playing that sword alone, he could feel his confidence growing. Never had he felt a sword that felt so fitting in his hand.

" What is this sword…"

A conjecture that appeared in his heart, with a pounding heart, he took the kitchen knife in the cottage and then planted it firmly on a wooden table.

His heart was pounding, yet his hand was grasping the sword steadily.

Not too tight because it is tense, nor weak until the sword will be released with a slight impact. There was a slicing whistle, as the sword flashed through the blade.

Like splitting wood, the sword cut through the blade with ease.

Gu Tong Dang's heart gasped, even though he had guessed before, but when he saw the results of the experiment himself, his heart did not shudder,

"Whispering Wind Sword"

He looked at the sword, not feeling the hand that was holding it trembling. Carefully, he put the sword back beside Ding Tao's body, and reflexively quickly moved his hand away as soon as it lay in place, like putting a poisonous snake.

The old teacher's mind was filled with confusion. The Ding Tao problem is no longer just a fight between two young people who cannot control themselves.

The cottage was also filled with a quiet atmosphere, while outside the busyness had begun. Near the well, Fu Tsun, Wang Chen Jin's uncle, one of Wang Dou's confidants, noticed the commotion as residents saw blood splattered and battle marks around the well.

With a friendly attitude he approached and joined in their conversation,

"Well, looks like something's up here?"

An old man who was there looked at him and kindly replied,

"Yes, just take a look, there are shrubs and wood that are cut off, like the marks of a sword. Then look at the traces of blood everywhere".

"Truly, then did no one hear these storms yesterday?".

" There were also, around midnight yesterday, voices of people fighting. But no one dared to look."

" It's true sir, rather than being the target of a stray sword"

" Yes, we all think so too."

"What business was not conveyed to the officers?"

"There are those who say it should be reported, but there are also those who say it is better to be quiet. All wrong indeed, report wrong, not report also wrong."

Fu Tsun nodded to listen to the old man's explanation, pretending to be concerned he replied, saying,

"It's best to be quiet, sir, seeing from his ex, who fights not just anyone. If you report, even falsely make enemies with powerful people."

Some of the people who were there, were also interested in Fu Tsun's answer, one of the young people asked

"According to the brothers fighting here, the people of the martial world?"

Fu Tsun was delighted that someone was asking her opinion, with her chest straightened, she replied,

"From what I see it seems so, besides if the people who fight in this area also, is not now found out who the person is".

Those who heard the nodding signs agreed.

"Then look at the scratches on the ground, the scratches are quite deep and thin. It was clearly scratched by a sword-like sharp object, but look how deep the scratch was. If an ordinary person, mana was able to make such deep scratches with a thin sword"

Back those gathered nodded their heads

."That's why in my opinion, it's best to leave it alone, if we can clean up the existing traces so as not to arise questions from officers who may pass."

One of the old men was there, hoarding,

"Well, really not my word, since I said it was best we just quietly, as much as possible we clean this place from the scars that exist".

One of those who seemed to disagree refuted,

" If there is a dead event how? Are we not going to blame the officer for not making a report?"

Fu Tsun answered.

" The affairs of the martial world, it certainly will not reach the ears of the officer, who lost a brother will not report. But the killer, if he hears anyone report, could be suing for revenge."

So how? Let's just shut it up?"

The others looked at each other then nodded and a murmur sounded,

"Yes…"

"It's better that way."

"Of course."

One of the elders said,

" Let's get back to work then."

One by one they say goodbye to Fu Tsun and leave him, returning to their respective activities. Termangu Fu Tsun thought of extracting even more information.

When the last man was about to say goodbye, Fu Tsun asked,

" Buddy, last night's fight, did it really seem to end in death?"

For a moment the person being asked scratched his head,

" I don't know, someone said that at the last moment of the fight there was a sound of people splashing into the well."

The description was in accordance with the story from Wang Chen Jin. Looking towards the well that Fu Tsun pointed to further asked,

" Wouldn't anyone try to look into the well? I mean, did anyone really fall into it."

" That's exactly what we did, because if there really was a body in it, it would be better to get out as soon as possible. Or better yet we just inhabit the well with stones and dig a new well."

Hearing that arose a doubt in Fu Tsun's heart,

" then?"

" As soon as the day began to light up, some looked into the well, but saw nothing from above. So we thought, maybe we just misheard."

Fu Tsun was astonished to hear that, but as much as possible he covered his surprise, he said,

" It's weird, and then what did you hear that night?"

The person being asked could only shrug his shoulders,

" I don't know, maybe we heard it wrong, maybe not the guy who fell into the well there. Or maybe he's still alive and made it back out."

It was a feeling Fu Tsun heard the person's statement, but he was basically a meticulous person in dealing with every issue, that was why Wang Dou considered him as one of his confidants.

Not only because Fu Tsun still had a family relationship with him, but also because of his thoroughness.

" Did anyone go down into that well to check? Or are you just looking from above?"

" We only looked from above, but the well water was quite clear. If there is a corpse in it, even if it is only a shadow, but we can certainly see it. After all, aren't corpses usually floating in the water"

Fu Tsun rubbed his chin, thinking.

" Not really, at the bottom of the well may be muddy, certainly not visible from above. But it could be that the body sinks to the bottom because in his body there is a damning down. Then down there he was covered by mud at the bottom of the well."

Looking at the person Fu Tsun was talking to said,

" Your story intrigues me, it's strange that you hear the sound of people falling into a well, but there's no dead body in there. If you want to help, let me go down there to check."

Raised the eyebrows of the person being spoken to, astonished,

" Buddy, are you really going down that well to check?"

Fu Tsun laughed covering the excitement in his heart,

" Yes, I've been since I was a kid, always interested in strange things like this. Otherwise going downstairs and checking carefully, I wouldn't have been able to sleep well for days thinking about it."

The one invited to speak shook his head, but he finally nodded, too,

" Alright, indeed if anyone wants to go down and check it is certainly better. Come on, I'll take some of my friends to stand guard and help you get down."

Not long after those people regrouped, once they were interested in seeing Fu Tsun coming down the well.

A strong rope was tied to Fu Tsun's body, some people helping to hold the rope so that Fu Tsun could descend into the well safely.

Fu Tsun went downstairs with a torch in hand, as above there were people holding the rope and slowly lowering it down, down, Fu Tsun was able to observe the state of the well easily.

His heart was pounding as he could faintly see the marks of the soles of his feet and hands in several places.

Happy Eid Day 1443 H

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