Death Flute
The Golden Chicken Hill

The top of the Golden Chicken Hill looks magnificent because it is filled with flags of various colors that indicate that there is a big celebration. Unlike other hilltops everywhere, the flat-shaped Golden Chicken Hill peak resembles a large field that can be used as a match arena and a place to stay for the invitees. In addition, the distance from the land is not too far away. With ease, one could reach the top without any difficulty.

Before the meeting was held, the warriors had begun to arrive from various directions. They spend the night in inns located at the foot of the hill because it is too late for them to climb. There are also those who set up tents on the streets because they do not go to the rooms.

Sen Khang and Ouwyang Ping were two of the many warriors who decided to spend the night in the foothills. They arrived at the foot of the hill when it was night and their bodies were tired so it was impossible to continue the journey up the hill. Tomorrow they go to the top of the hill.

They headed to the inn and entered to book a room. As they entered, they saw many people sitting there. The people looked serious and alert.

Sen Khang and Ouwyang Ping. They could feel the tension in the dining room.

“Luo Hero, Miss Ouwyang!”

Both looking. In one corner of the room, gather people they already know. The warriors from Kun Lun, one of them was Pendekar Lei.

“Decars Lei,” greet Sen Khang. He and Ouwyang Ping saluted. Swordsman Lei and the others saluted back.

“You guys have arrived. Sit with us,” bargain Pendekar Lei.

Both sit.

Ouwyang Ping looked around. “Leeker Lei, why do the people here seem serious and alert?” ask carefully.

Swordsman Lei sighed. “Actually there are two things that make us all feel unhappy. First because of Pendekar Sung's resignation from office. We all know there is no one better than him in leading the World of Justice. He was a very fair and honest man, in addition to his high intelligence. I don't know if we'll get a replacement that's just as good as Pendekar Sung.”

Sen Khang nodded. “I think so too. Swordsman Sung is difficult to replace.”

“Then what's the second thing?” sela Ouwyang Ping's.

Swordsman Lei nodded his head towards some grim-faced swordsman. “A few days ago, on their way here, their invitation was stolen. As you know, to prevent the presence of unexpected people, deliberately sent an invitation only to the person concerned. That is, if you do not have an invitation, anyone cannot enter the meeting place. A number of guards were placed around the arena.”

“So since the invitation is lost, they cannot enter the meeting arena?” ouwyang Ping.

“Not only that,” Pendekar Lei said with an anxious look. “It could be that the invitation was stolen by irresponsible people aiming at messing up the meeting. They can enter the arena. Don't they have an invitation?”

Sen Khang stroked his chin. “Betul also.”

“Is there any clue who stole the invitation?” ask Ouwyang Ping seriously.

Swordsman Lei shook his head.

“Then guard should be further tightened,” commented Sen Khang. “O yes, who are the strong candidates of the Head of the Press this time, Swordsman Lei?”

Swordsman Lei smiled. His face was again radiant as the conversation shifted to an interesting topic. “Actually the election of the Head of the Press this time will be contested.”

“You mean?”

“O, so,” murmured Sen Khang.

“We look forward to your participation in the General Election this time. Including Death Flute, of course. We hope one of you will occupy that post!”

Sen Khang and Ouwyang Ping. They were shocked and confused to hear the words of Swordsman Lei.

“Wah, Swordsman Lei.” Sen Khang laughed. “It is an honor that you all think so about us. But being the Head of the Mission never crossed our minds.”

“You better think about it carefully, Swordsman Luo. The world of the Persiatan will be safe and advanced in the hands of young people like you. That is also the reason for Pendekar Sung's resignation, so that the martial world can be led by tough young warriors,” urged Pendekar Lei.

“We will think about it, Swordsman Lei.” Sen Khang tried not to extend the talks. He promised it only so that Pendekar Lei stopped talking about the possibility of himself as the Head of the Military.

Pendekar Lei realized the young man's intentions, so he did not extend the conversation about the Chief of the Army. Instead, they talk a lot about light things.

It was already very late when they finally stopped the conversation. Sen Khang had managed to obtain a room for Ouwyang Ping. There was only one room left and Ouwyang Ping could occupy it alone since she was the only girl there.

“Any once,” Sen Khang said amusedly as they went to Ouwyang Ping's room. “Can-can we be offered as Head of Persilatan. What do you think, Miss Ouwyang?” his god was to the girl beside him.

Ouwyang Ping smiling called ‘Nona Ouwyang’ by Sen Khang. “I don't think there's any harm, Swordsman Luo. Counting experience search,” timpalnya serious.

Sen Khang chuckled. “Can you!”

Ouwyang Ping chuckled.

“It was evening, Ping-er,” Sen Khang said as they arrived in front of the restroom Sen Khang had rented. “You better come in now and sleep. Tomorrow we wake up early and have to climb to get to the top.”

Ouwyang Ping did not argue. He was already very sleepy.

“Good sleep, Ping-er.” Sen Khang looked at her gently and patted the girl's delicate cheeks with a real tenderness.

Ouwyang Ping smiled. This is indeed one of Sen Khang's habits since they were betrothed first. And the girl had no objection at all to Sen Khang's habits.

“Goodnight, Brother Luo.”

Sen Khang waited until the girl entered his room. Then he rolled out a thick blanket near the door of Ouwyang Ping's room. It's not a strange thing. Almost all the warriors who did not go to the room did the same.

He sat on a blanket while daydreaming. Heart's blossoming. He is always happy to remember that Ouwyang Ping is now his. How long he loved that girl. And it was so hard to convince Ouwyang Ping of the sincerity of his love. Until now, he still has difficulty believing his luck because he can get the girl.

Just now Sen Khang closed his eyes and prepared for sleep as he heard a shriek from inside the room. He immediately snapped and opened his eyes. Without a second thought, he lunged into the room.

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