Alam Mandala
Mist world

Xiang we smiled mysteriously, making the two people who were in front of him wonder what that meant. However, they could not ask him, when one of the residents shouted from the outside hinting there was a criminal.

The two people dressed in black then looked at the open window. From there, it was seen that the crowd started to crowd looking at them and there were some rushing inside.

A woman from the two people then looked at Xiang we with a look of hatred. He then ordered his partner to run.

The man nodded then came out. After that, I heard the screams of the people.

“In these circumstances, your life has not survived,” the woman said.

Xiang We's expression was more serious, but he kept asking calmly, “You have obtained the Scroll, but did not release me, is that evil villain?” slowly Xiang We retreated closer to the table.

“I'm not someone like my stupid brother.” The woman slowly walked over and held the sword.

“Oh, it turns out that the person who entered my trap is your brother, it's a pity that you have such a stupid brother. I'm so sorry about you.”

“Sorry, I don't need your attention.” Said the woman, then ran forward.

Xiang We quickly picked up the vase on the table and threw it.

It only took one swing, the vase had split into two. While the flowers are scattered.

Xiang We then ran over, then picked up the vases of flowers and threw them. But all of that only slowed the woman's movements.

“What is it?” The woman's question got closer to the desperate Xiang We. He slowly retreated, but his face tried to remain calm to think, even though his body had let out cold sweat. And finally he could not back down again.

“This is for my brother's death.”

“It turns out you came just to kill me, didn't you?”

“True.”

The woman with a sharp gaze moved forward, then Xiang We's left chest was pierced by the sword. But it is not too patal, because it is far from the heart.

Feeling annoyed, the woman then pointed her palm at Xiang We's right chest. Xiang we wanted to dodge, but his body had been pierced by a sword and his hands were unable to hold him back. He could not avoid the attack.

Immediately, his body hit the wall made of wood and left the basin. His spine cracked a few times and he then drew blood from his lips and flowed.

Xiang We's facial expression was extremely pale and filled with pain.

The woman smiled in satisfaction watching Xiang We's suffering. He then drew his sword, about to slash his neck, but his body felt pierced from behind, right hitting the heart. He wanted to see the culprit, but his life had been lost.

Xiang We coughed and wiped the blood on his lips. He was very weak and fell. But the person who came quickly held both of his shoulders.

Xiang We said weakly, “who are you?”

The one who helped him was a grown man with an age of about 40 years with iron armor on his body.

“I'm not your enemy.” He then laid Xiang We on the bed.

With such a pale face, Xiang we could not ask any further about the man; he could only close his eyes enduring the pain.

......................

Bing Jiazhi walks the alleyways. His intention was to visit a brothel before he had visited, but now the woman was busy serving others.

Hearing that, he suddenly remembered the prostitute girl he loved so much, but had betrayed him and had become his enemy now. He became angry considering that and immediately wanted to kill him, but undoing his intention, it was possible that the woman had become strong after stealing the magic scroll.

Then he walked again. Quiet for a while when he saw the cart pulled by an old grandfather with his granddaughter.

After walking a few more steps, he saw an old man telling a story full of action. Children with innocent faces filled with heroic action listen to him without turning their heads.

After walking for a while, he arrived in front of the curved bridge. In the middle of it, two girls stood. They tied the red thread connected in both of his hands then ran over while laughing. Bing Jiazhi wondered what the two girls were up to.

He then walked closer to the middle of the bridge, then looked at the small canal running underneath. There a sailing boat carried several people. Behind him a man wearing a capil hat pushed with a long bamboo so that the boat would walk, while at the front end, a 7-year-old girl stared fixedly at the water. The girl may want to see the fish in the water.

Not long after, he stood up excited and pulled one of the clothes of a man who was sitting down to approach the place where he had seen something.

Bing Jiazhi then raised his face looking at the sky. The atmosphere slowly calmed down.

On the opposite street, Zhizhu came and stood beside Bing Jiazhi. He stood up long before starting the conversation. “Bing's sister, are you coming to the painting race?”

“I prefer with a quiet atmosphere, but maybe I will come for a while.”

“I will also come, I want to make sure that what the princess said is true. Otherwise, I will demand a reply to his words.”

They then fell silent and there was only wind blowing and the sunlight slowly dimmed. They seem to be in their personal lives.

Zhizhu then spread her hand. “Ah... beautiful afternoon. Brother Bing, I go first.”

He then disappeared so quickly, but Bing Jiazhi did not care about it. He then raised his head higher, looking at the blue sky decorated with clouds. And suddenly the wind blows. More clouds in the sky.

An hour passed, finally the sky was filled with black clouds carrying water.

Bing Jiazhi then looked ahead. The wind was very strong and felt very cold.

A woman walks behind him with a boy. They ran a little to go home, for fear of rain. The boy glanced at Bing jiazhi. He wanted to ask why he did not go to shelter before the rain fell, but his mother held tightly to her hand and walked faster.

Finally from in front of Bing Jiazhi slowly the fog brought by the wind began to envelop his view. Until everything was covered in a thick white mist like a cloud. The fog closed well, people could only see a distance of 5 meters and the rest was only white fog.

Bing Jiazhi then looked down, where there the water continued to flow in a calm voice. “like standing in an unfamiliar place.” He muttered after he saw only a little water and there was only a bridge.

Rumbling began to sound, but not long after it got smaller and eventually disappeared.

The fog slowly blew and thinned. Then from the right, a woman stood in front of the bridge. In his hand was a small basket bag and on his back was a canvas for painting.

The veil he wore was a little blowing, but anyone would know if he was very beautiful.

Her appearance was like a beautiful fairy from the shadow with the mist before.

His expression was cold, but at the same time there was a slight softness.

After looking at Bing Jiazhi, he then walked to his side, keeping a distance of about 2 meters. He then put his things. Take a folding chair, canvas and open it. Not to forget also he took out brushes and paint from his basket.

He sat down and did not care about Bing Jiazhi, and it seemed that Bing Jiazhi did not care either.

Finally the stars glowed brightly and reflected their light in the water, and again a very beautiful sight appeared.

After a while the woman began to scratch the canvas, suddenly the grains of rain fell. Not much, but the longer it will make people's clothes wet.

The woman then opened her palm, and two umbrellas appeared. He opened one and somehow the umbrella could stand beside him.

He then approached Bing Jiazhi and held out another umbrella. “Women are creatures that are hard to guess, you don't have to punish yourself like this because of that.”