Death Flute
The Heart of Chien Wan

Chien Wan ran away. He was so sad and beaten. His multiple sorrows made him feel like he wanted to destroy himself, smelting it with the ground. Uncle Sung is dead! Master and Madam Luo are dead! For him the three of them were not just uncles and aunts, but also his soul helpers. They were both his most beloved people beside his parents. His soul crumbled to find them lying dead and he could do nothing to prevent it. Late arrival. Even if he arrived sooner, maybe he would be able to prevent the occurrence of the event.

His sorrow grew worse when his own friend thought he was the vile murderer! He was not given the opportunity to explain everything. He was not given a chance to reveal that he was as grievous as them.

As if all that was not enough, he experienced even more severe pain when he found a poignant look mixed with disdain in Ouwyang Ping's eyes.

Ouwyang Ping's.

Her sister.

The girl he loved more than anything.

He doesn't even believe that Chien Wan is innocent. If he doesn't believe it, how can anyone else? Even Chien Wan herself was not sure if she was innocent. Not all of this is true, he did it. In an unconscious state.

He continued to run and did not stop until he arrived near Sung Cen's body.

His knees shook and he fell beside the body. His pain can no longer be held back. He rubbed Sung Cen's slashed face. His hands trembled as he felt Sung Cen's body start to cool and stiffen.

“Uncle...” lamented. “You are the one who understands me the most. You also know that I didn't do any of that. I didn't kill Uncle and Aunt Luo. How do I convince them all?”

Chien Wan continues to be stuck next to Sung Cen's body.

After pondering for a while, he only realized that he had been carrying around a murderous sword. With disgust the sword was released. He wanted to destroy the sword, but a voice in his head prevented it.

“Do not! That sword could be a clue!”

Chien Wan gnashed his molars. Never had anger taken hold of his heart like this. Painful anger, seeing his loved ones dead before his eyes.

He saw Sung Cen's body. Then he breathed. A proper funeral cannot be held. He buried Sung Cen in the Bamboo Forest.

With his own two hands, he dug a hole large enough to fit Sung Cen's body. Without saying much, he put Sung Cen's body in the hole and began to pile it up slowly.

He planted a simple tombstone that he made out of wood. He wrote the gravestone with his own blood: Sung Cen, a member of the Valley of Nada. Child: Sung Lien Ming.

“May Uncle's spirit be quiet...”.

Slowly he whipped out his flute, blowing out heart-wrenching songs.

The beautiful tones that cut him were resounding in all corners of the Bamboo Forest. It sounded like a heartbreaking moaning sound. Voicing Chien Wan's broken heart. Chien Wan's sorrow poured out completely in her flute.

Kui Fang arrived at the place and listened to Chien Wan's flute play. Chien Wan's pain could really be felt. Unable to be held back, her tears flowed down her cheeks.

Chien Wan finished the game. He looked up because he heard footsteps. He looked up at Kui Fang. He was not aware of the presence of Kui Fang in the Bamboo House earlier because it was too hit. It turned out that the girl was also there, watching everything!

“Kakak Ouwyang..”.

Chien Wan couldn't look into the girl's eyes. Unable to accept the same kind of disgust and accusation he saw in Ouwyang Ping's eyes.

“Sister Ouwyang, I know you're innocent.”

The words were spoken softly and calmly. Chien Wan had to look at him.

The girl's eyes seemed sincere and honest. There is no suspicion or accusation in it. His smile was soothing. His trust and confidence emanated from within him.

“Why?” chien Wan asked involuntarily.

“Why what?”

“Because you're the nicest person I've ever known. You are big-spirited and willing to help others. You always try to get others to help. Then how could you possibly kill someone else's life. Moreover, they are your own relatives.”

The statement that Kui Fang said was so firm and full of confidence. Chien Wan is doubting herself.

Chien Wan was very moved. When everyone cornered him, there was someone who trusted him so much. There is someone who never doubts his sincerity and honesty.

“You...”.

“I'll help you clear your good name, Brother Ouwyang. Trust me, I've always been on your side.”

Chien Wan exhaled. Feelings of haru and relief mingled in his heart, making his pain and anger slightly subside.

“Thank you, Kui Fang.”

Kui Fang smiled warmly. His eyes were pounded on the simple tomb Chien Wan had just made. His smile changed with sadness. “This..?”

“Tomb Uncle Sung,” says Chien Wan.

“Uncle Sung? Is he the corpse we met for the first time before arriving at Wisma Bambu?”

Chien Wan nodded.

“Has she died when Brother found her?”

“True.”

“Then, it means he was killed by the same person,” muttered Kui Fang.

Chien Wan nodded. “Of course.”

Kui Fang was silent for a moment. His eyes were fixed on the murderous sword that Chien Wan was carrying around. He's stunned. “That was the sword!”

Chien Wan raised the sword. “True. I brought him in because maybe this could be a clue to find out who the real culprit is.”

“Kakak already know something?”

Grimly Chien Wan shook her head. “I don't know anything about swords.

Kui Fang sighed. “I don't know anything either.”

Chien Wan observed the sword. Ordinary swords, like the swords that ordinary martial World warriors carry. Even the sword was extremely simple, without the beautiful ronce that Ting Ting possessed. The handle was of black wood, not of the heirloom-like jade he saw on Merak Hill.

“Maybe we can ask someone, Brother,” suggested Kui Fang.

Chien Wan nodded.

“Let's go. Maybe somewhere we can find an important clue. There might be someone who could deduce something from this incident!” kui Fang said excitedly.

Chien Wan nodded back.

Then they both left the place.

Unconsciously, a pair of eyes watched them with a sharp gaze. Those eyes glittered with tears of pain mixed with pent-up anger. Highlight the eyes that had since witnessed the entire incident without saying a word.