Death Flute
Escape

Fei Yu stepped carefully, and tried not to attract the attention of the guards who were guarding Cheng Sam's room. He hid for a moment until the guards let their guard down, then immediately went inside. Cheng Sam's room door was tightly closed but not barred so it was easy for him to sneak in.

The important thing he had to do was to look for Chien Wan's flute. Ever since Chien Wan announced the loss of her flute, she had already been convinced it was being kept by Cheng Sam in his room.

He looked around at the corner of the room. It was hard for him to find the flute. He doesn't know what the flute looks like. What he knew, since his name was the Black Bamboo Flute, it was definitely made of bamboo and was black in color. He sighed with annoyance because he did not see anything in the form of a flute and black in the room.

Fei Yu looked at the table, then at the closet. He scratched the contents of Cheng Sam's closet. But there was not a single thing that was important enough there, let alone a flute. He began to get upset, then he headed to Cheng Sam's bed and searched there. Still he didn't find it.

Could there be a secret storage in this room? Or maybe Cheng Sam didn't keep it here, he thought annoyed. His head was dizzy because he had been looking for a long time not to meet. He shook himself upon the bed and laid himself there.

“Very hard bed Cheng Sam!” gerutu. He turned his body and tapped on the bed.

Tok!

Fei Yu was shocked. The boards? Cheng Sam slept on board? He rose up in wonder and revealed the thick bed of the bed. Eyes squinting. It turns out that behind the thick pedestal there is a layer of wood that becomes the base. Pouting, he traced the board. His sharp eyes saw that it turned out that the board was not smooth. In the middle there is a box-shaped section that is different in color from the other parts. It turned out that part was a patch because there was a gap as thin as the tip of a knife on its side.

He took out his fan and used the hard end to gouge out the small gap. He easily removed the connection. And he smiled triumphantly.

The Black Bamboo Flute lay there.

***

The workroom of the Thousand Faces God was no different from any other working room in general. The room was quite spacious, containing several tables and chairs. On the inside there are display shelves and books. In front of the shelf was a large writing desk full of paper and stationery. The walls are decorated with paintings of very beautiful waterfall views.

What distinguishes it from other workspaces, in one corner of the room there is a heating furnace and rubber clumps. There is also a very complete range of makeup tools. In addition, there is a large closet that can hardly be closed so full.

“What's that window?” ting Ting asked half a whisper.

“Put under the guise of the Great Lord,” replied A Nan, also whispering.

They managed to arrive in the room without anyone being caught. The study room was quiet because the Thousand Faces God was not around. No guards are guarding him. The Thousand Faces God did not feel the need to protect his study because he thought that none of his things were valuable enough to be stolen.

The four youngsters were actually very interested in the disguise equipment belonging to the Thousand Faces God. But there is no time to roast them because they are pressed for time.

“Where is Meng Huan?” ask Sen Khang.

A Nan gestured for them to follow her. He's headed for the display rack behind the desk. He definitely approached the urn-shaped display located on the shelf on the left side. He turned the thing to the right.

All of them simultaneously retreated as the display rack shifted sideways, forming a gap large enough for a large person to pass through. In the gap there is a stone wall that looks very hard. On the left-right side there is also a wall made of bricks.

Again A Nan seemed to know what he was doing. He approached the stone wall and groped his right side and pressed one of the bricks. The stone wall rose up.

Sen Khang immediately jumped in, while the others waited outside. He saw Meng Huan sitting on a bed made of stone.

“Meng Huan!”

Meng Huan was aghast. “Sen Khang!” exclaims happily.

A Nan followed in and quickly pulled the two of them out before Sen Khang had a chance to look around the inside of the room. “You speak outside only. If Cheng Sam's men come, we can be critical.”

Soon they both come out. A Nan quickly returned the position of the stone wall and the display rack as before.

“Now, let's go from here!” bring A Nan.

“Wait!” hold Chien Wan. “I have to find my sulingku. You guys go first, I'll kick.”

“No. I'm coming,” reject Ouwyang Ping.

“We look together,” by Sen Khang.

“No,” geleng Chien Wan firmly. “Let me find it myself. You guys go.”

“But...”.

“Listen to my words, Ping-er!”

The resolute voice of Chien Wan silenced Ouwyang Ping's protest. The girl could not say anything.

Sen Khang nodded. The shoulder of Chien Wan. “We are waiting for you at the border of Lok Yang.”

As soon as Sen Khang, Ting Ting, Meng Huan, and Ouwyang Ping left. They were escorted by the Black Bats. Ouwyang Ping looked disinclined to follow them. But he did not want to deny Chien Wan's orders.

A Nan lives on the spot. “Young Master was a long time ago,” murmured.

Chien Wan looked over. “Where is Cheng Sam's room?”

“Near the hallway where you were taken prisoner.”

Without saying anything Chien Wan stepped towards that place. A Nan was surprised, then quickly caught up with him.

“It's not that easy,” Chien Wan said coldly.

They walked quickly towards Cheng Sam's pavilion.

***

Sen Khang and the others had arrived in front of the gate of Bukit Merak. The Black Bats guided them through a narrow path. Surprisingly their journey was very smooth and almost unimpeded.

This facility made Sen Khang suspicious, but he said nothing to the others.

“Let's go faster! We are still far from the border,” Black Bats said every time they started to slow down.

But suddenly Ouwyang Ping stopped his steps.

“Wait!”

They all stopped.

“Nona Ouwyang, what is it?” sen Khang asked worriedly.

“I'm worried about Sister Wan. I'd better wait for him here,” said Ouwyang Ping.

Sen Khang was surprised. “Cannot. I heard what Chien Wan.” said

“I'm very anxious. Its alright. You guys just go. I'll wait for Sister Wan. We will soon be following you.” Ouwyang Ping could become very stubborn if he wanted to.

Sen Khang frowned. Then he relented. “Alright,” he said. He looks. “You just go first to the border. I'll wait for Chien Wan here with Miss Ouwyang.”

“Ping-er.” The Black Bat approached Ouwyang Ping anxiously. He was reluctant to go with the others because he was here for Ouwyang Ping.

“Black Bats, you help me, yes?” Ouwyang Ping spoke softly. “You send my friends to the border of Lok Yang city and wait there with them until we come.”

Although disinclined, the Black Bat nodded.

“Kak, how is this?” Ting Ting protested.

“Go with Meng Huan and the Black Bats. We won't be long.”

Meng Huan did not say anything because she knew it was useless to argue against Sen Khang. The three of them left the place.

Ouwyang Ping was extremely agitated. He constantly looked towards the residence of the Thousand Faces God. Then he walked back and forth with fret. He was completely unaware that his actions made Sen Khang dizzy.

“Sit down, Miss Ouwyang. You made me follow along worriedly. Chien Wan won't be anything,” Sen Khang said at last.

Ouwyang Ping blushed in embarrassment. He sat next to Sen Khang.

Soon someone ran quickly towards them. They immediately stood up thinking it was Chien Wan. But how disappointed they were because the one who came was Fei Yu.

Fei Yu stopped in a huff. “Why are you guys even bengong here?” reproofing. “Where's your sister?” ask him on Ouwyang Ping.

“He didn't come with us. Said he wanted to find the flute,” replied Ouwyang Ping. “We are waiting for him. Others have already gone to the city border.”

“Aduh!” Fei Yu patted his forehead. “One fool anyway! So that person should at least have faith in others. This is troubling everyone.”

“You mean?”

“I mean?” Fei Yu glared at Sen Khang. “Now all the guards in Bukit Merak must have known about your freedom! They must be busy looking for you. The return of Chien Wan made it easier for them to surround him. That's my point!”

“Kakak Wan is not that easy to beat,” interrupted Ouwyang Ping.

“O yes?” grunts Fei Yu cynically. “Cheng Sam's men are very much. If all deployed, they number in the hundreds. Their cleverness is good. As great as Chien Wan was, there was no way he could fight them all. Moreover, the flute does not exist, so he has no weapon.”

“Suling...”.

Fei Yu grabbed onto the back of his robe and pulled out something. Black Bamboo Flute!

“You managed to find it!” exclaim Ouwyang Ping joy.

Fei Yu handed the flute to Ouwyang Ping. “I'd better get back to my house. Who knows it's not too late and those gibberish haven't realized your departure.”

“We're coming.”

“Jeez, no! I'm not helping you to get caught again,” Fei Yu refused.

“Young Master Chang, we're not that weak. We were caught because we were drugged. This time we will not be caught that easily,” Sen Khang said firmly.

Fei Yu snorted. “Ya. Whatever!” He walked home followed by Sen Khang and Ouwyang Ping.