Death Flute
General Insider

The servants were saddened to see the gloom of the children. To please them, the waiter who was in charge of shopping to the village market—yakni A Sam and A Hui, invited the three of them. However Ting Ting was not allowed to leave by his mother who had still felt anxious since the incident.

Then Sen Khang and Chien Wan went to the village market.

The atmosphere of the village market was very crowded and pleasant for the two children who lived in silence everyday. The sound of the clamoring merchant offering his wares, the busy customer bidding the price they thought was too expensive, the sound of the butcher knife continuing to read out the pieces of meat and fish, and, as well as the sound of street entertainers who are showing off their attractions.

“Young Master, Chien Wan, we want to shop first. You can look around. When you're done, go to the teahouse at the end of the street. We eat a little before we go home,” order A Sam.

“Good, Uncle Sam.”

Sen Khang and Chien Wan walked around the market. They watch street performers who perform sword swallowing attractions, kung fu attractions, and so on.

Chien Wan was fascinated by street musicians playing a song with the Chinese string instrument, when a small body hit him and quickly pulled out the flute on his waist.

“Hei!” Chien Wan chased after the small figure.

“Chien Wan, what's up?” sen Khang exclaimed in astonishment at the sudden sight of Chien Wan darting past him. Quickly he followed.

Chien Wan ran fast and was astonished because such a small child was able to run very fast. And after some time, he managed to block the boy's arm. The boy fended off and attacked him with agile movements. Chien Wan dodged it and the check came off. The little body fell.

“Aduh!”

Chien Wan quickly knelt down. He saw a cute little girl sitting on the street holding her elbow. The boy was at most only about six years old, wearing dark blue-colored clothes. Her hair was pinched with silver hair ties .

“You all right?” chien Wan asked seriously.

The boy looked up and smiled cheerfully. “Ah, just a little. Doesn't hurt, kok!”

“Mana my suling?”

“This!” The boy held out a flute that immediately slipped Chien Wan into his clothes as quickly as possible. And when Sen Khang came with a gasp of breath, he did not see the flute again.

“Chien...” Sen Khang was stunned to see the little girl in a sitting position on the ground and Chien Wan kneeling in front of her.

Chien Wan looked at the boy standing up cheerfully, patting his dusty clothes. His mouth was blabbering without feeling guilty. “I'm going for a walk, uh I see something interesting. I'll just take it... “ His words stopped when he saw Chien Wan's cold face. He immediately retreated. “I'll just mess around,” he continued scared.

Sen Khang approached and joined on his knees while laughing anxiously at the cuteness of the child. “What's your name, Dik?”

“Sung Siu Hung's. I am the daughter of Pendekar Sung, Chairman of Persilatan,” he replied pongah, forgetting his fear. “Who are you?”

“Wah, daughter of the Head of Insertion!” sen Khang was amazed. “I'm Luo Sen Khang, and she's Chien Wan.”

“Where are you from?”

“We are from Wisma Bambu.”

Siu Hung nodded. “Oh, so.”

At that moment, two men ran in a hurry towards them.

“Nona! Miss Siu Hung!”

Siu Hung pouted. “Huh! Them again. Ruin my fun only!” his gerrick. He rattled his waist with a bow. “What do you want?”

“Aduh, Miss! Sir said, Miss must stay at the inn. Don't wander,” said one of the men who turned out to be Siu Hung's bodyguard.

“And don't be naughty...” connect his friend timidly while glancing at Chien Wan and Sen Khang.

“Ah, I'm not naughty, really. Just messing around a little,” Siu Hung said with a carefree smile. He glanced at Chien Wan as he blinked his eyes in a ganging style. “Yes right, Brother?”

Chien Wan was silent.

Sen Khang laughed amusedly. “Gosh, are you trying to get Chien Wan to conspire? It's the same as talking to the wall. He was fierce, you know,” godanya.

Siu Hung retreated and grimaced. “Huaaa...! It's no different with dad!” he shouted while turning around and darting away without being able to prevent the two guards who immediately ran after. They did not even say goodbye to Chien Wan and Sen Khang.

Sen Khang laughed. “Wah the boy! How stubborn he is. Surely his father was overwhelmed to take care of him.”

Chien Wan finally smiled.

Later, the cute and extraordinarily wayward little boy will become one of the most influential people in the course of their lives. But that happened ten years later.

\*\*\*

Pendekar Sung was going to visit Wisma Bambu. He wanted to meet with Mr. Luo to ask for help in mediating the opposition of two silat colleges that are quite influential in the martial world. The opposition was not very serious at first, but it could now be a source of division among them.

“That's a shame, Swordsman Sung. My husband is not currently in place,” said Madam Luo as she greeted him.

Swordsman Sung looked disappointed. “Oh, so.”

“May I know who died?”

“About Chi.”

Swordsman Sung looked shocked. He never dealt with political issues as well as the people involved in them. He was acquainted with the Chi Office. Before dabbling in politics, the Chi Office had also mingled with martial arts people.

“It just so happens that the only son of Office Chi is my husband's student. In addition to going to defend his condolences, my husband all delivered his students.”

“So so. Alright, Lady Luo. Just tell Brother Luo my intention of arrival. I'll excuse you.” Swordsman Sung got up from his seat.

“You've come a long way. Better you rest first,” suggested Mrs Luo.

“Not necessary. Thank you for your kindness. But I still have to meet a few more people to help me. I can't waste time. Excuse me.”

Just as Pendekar Sung left the Bamboo Forest, Sen Khang and the others arrived there. Sen Khang immediately ran home followed by Chien Wan.

“Sen Khang, why are you running around like that?” reprimand Madam Luo.

“Did the Head of the Press come here, Mom?” tanya Sen Khang passionate.

“Ya, but now it's gone again.”

Sen Khang slammed his feet in disappointment. “Yaaah! I would love to meet him!”

His mother laughed amusedly.

Chien Wan begs to go to the back. From there, he headed straight for Uncle Khung's hut. As usual, it was a shortcut. Usually no one notices it. But now he was careless, not knowing that someone was following him.

Uncle Khung was already waiting for him in front of his hut.

“You're late.”

“Sorry, Uncle. I and Sen Khang were invited to the village market,” replied Chien Wan. “Tadi Persilatan Chair come here, Uncle.”

Uncle Khung was aghast. “Sung Han?!”

Chien Wan looked in wonder. “Uncle knows him?”

Quickly Uncle Khung changed his attitude. “Of course. He is very famous.”

“Sen Khang would love to meet him. But when we arrived, he was gone.”

“He came alone?”

“Not really. Earlier in the market, I met his daughter.”

Uncle Khung's face was glowing. “Daughter? She's the same age as you?”

Chien Wan shook her head. “No, Uncle. That girl is very small. Even she was younger than Miss Ting Ting. About six years.”

Uncle Khung's expression changed back to how it was.

“Why, Uncle?”

Uncle Khung flicked his hand. “Already. Try playing your song again. We see if it can be further refined.”

Chien Wan started blowing.

***

The pair of clear eyes widened while listening to the amazingly beautiful and melodious song that came out from the flute belonging to Chien Wan. He was amazed to see the young man so concentrated in his fascinating game. He did not understand anything about music, but the beautiful tone made his tears could not be dammed anymore.

It was Ting Ting who was secretly following Chien Wan. He was always curious because every dusk Chien Wan always sneaked away from home. For a long time he wanted to know what Chien Wan was doing. So when he saw Chien Wan leaving, he secretly followed her.

How great is Brother Wan!

Ting Ting did not expect Chien Wan to be able to blow the flute and produce such beautiful tones. And his own creation!

Ting Ting's feelings were overjoyed when he realized that he was the only one who knew of this. It makes him feel special. Only he knew Chien Wan's true abilities. Not even her brother knows!

The little girl was determined to keep this knowledge from anyone.

As the distilled voice vanished, Ting Ting immediately left. He didn't want to be caught peeping.

Seriate.