Death Flute
Chien Wan's parents are taken hostage

Chien Wan stepped towards the Bamboo Guesthouse. He did not intend to meet Sen Khang at this time. Not time. The goal there is to find the clues left behind. At that time he was too grieved and did not think to look for clues that might be left by the perpetrator. Of course, it might be too late to look for clues because it has been over a month since that event.

He sighed. Immediately the 40th anniversary of the passing of Mr and Mrs Luo. How great his desire to go there and pay his respects in front of the spirit boards of his uncle and aunt. But he knew that his presence without any solid evidence that he was innocent would only lead to unparalleled chaos.

At this time he had arrived near the Bamboo Forest. He travels in secret. He saw many people who came to that place. Chien Wan knew them as warriors who had attacked him for the past month.

Chien Wan grew up in the Bamboo House. The Bamboo Forest is the place to play. He knew more about the intricacies of the Bamboo Forest than anyone, even Sen Khang himself. So he went to the hiding places he knew so that no one would see him.

He secretly traced the Bamboo Forest, trying to find any traces that could lead him to the real culprit.

Suddenly he found a clue!

The black cloth was caught in the thickets of thorny shrubs. It is very small and almost invisible. He approached her and released her from the twists of thorns. Check it carefully. His fingers rubbed the cloth. The material feels very smooth and slippery. He sniffed the cloth. Smelled by it a faintly fragrant smell.

He kept the shreds in his pocket. Then start to retrace the place. He arrived in front of Sung Cen's grave.

Sadly, he knelt there. His hand was stretched out to stroke the wooden headstone inscribed with blood. Strange, he thought then while paying attention to that simple tomb. The tomb should not have been preserved, but it seems that someone came and cleaned it.

It must be Sen Khang or Meng Huan, he thought sadly. They do hate him, but still for them Sung Cen is innocent so they want to take care of his grave.

Suddenly his sharp ears caught the sound of his sighing behind him.

He turned. A sword was coming straight towards his face. He quickly dodged, but the tip of the sword had scratched his left shoulder. Chien Wan jumpalitan dodged the sword attacks.

The attacker was wearing a black mask and dressed briefly. From the shape of his body, Chien Wan knew the attacker was female. His movements are quite smooth and well trained. And he seems to know that the flute is Chien Wan's deadly weapon, because since then the attacker kept Chien Wan busy with attacks towards the hand. Chien Wan had absolutely no chance to pluck out the flute.

Chien Wan wanted to finish the fight immediately. So he made a trick move. He attacked the masked man's leg. When the person fended off, Chien Wan jumped up while plucking out her flute.

The masked man saw him and he slammed a smoke bomb.

“Hei!” Chien Wan closed her respiratory tract and closed her eyes as thick smoke enveloped her.

When the smoke cleared, the masked man vanished.

Chien Wan was stunned. That person was definitely not one of the warriors who wanted to capture him. Aside from the mysterious movements of the person, he also wore a mask. Wh why? That person also did not cause any noise that could provoke the arrival of people to this place. Though it could be that the person shouted saying that the Death Distilled was here.

Who exactly is that masked man? Cheng Sam's men?

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Ouwyang Kuan and his wife arrived at the inn in a village bordering the Bamboo Forest. They deliberately wear clothes like a husband and wife pair from the hamlet so as not to attract attention.

Sui She's face was pale and tired. His body grew thinner due to the sadness of his heart.

Her husband looked at her with concern.

“My wife, drink this tea.” Ouwyang Kuan tossed the teacup in front of his wife.

Sui She drank it lazily.

“Is Ping-er there?” mumbled daydream.

“Maybe.”

Sui She. His heart hurts. Why didn't Ouwyang Ping defend his brother? Is it true that in Ouwyang Ping's eyes, Chien Wan is guilty? Is it true that Chien Wan is so cornered that she cannot defend herself?

“Don't keep thinking about it, Sui She,” Ouwyang Kuan.

“Already, we don't talk about it here.” Ouwyang Kuan glanced left-right. He was worried that someone was watching them at the time. Fortunately, there was no one near them.

Sui She obeyed her husband.

Their orders came and they ate them without passion.

Just then, several people dressed succinctly appeared into the inn. They are the entourage of Swordsman Hua, one of the most passionate warriors to capture and kill Chien Wan. Unfortunately, he recognized Ouwyang Kuan's face.

He beckoned his men to surround Ouwyang Kuan's table.

Ouwyang Kuan was very upset. “What the fuck is this?” he shouted while standing.

Sui She stood up.

Swordsman Hua saluted in a shitty style. “Greetings Mr and Mrs Ouwyang. Apparently the two of you came also on the 40th anniversary of the murder victim at Wisma Bambu.”

Ouwyang Kuan looked at him sharply. “If yes, then why?”

“Great! Great!” Swordsman Hua clapped his hands while laughing loudly.

Ouwyang Kuan was furious. He shifted his body to get as close to his wife as possible, protecting her.

“You really know very well manners. Though it was your own son who killed Mr and Mrs Luo. You're really brave. If I were you, I would be very embarrassed to appear at the Bamboo House,” taunted Pendekar Hua.

“My son is innocent!” pekik Sui She was furious.

“Sui She!” his Ouwyang Kuan.

Pendekar Hua. “Not guilty? How loving a mother is! Obviously the eyewitnesses said that Death's Flute was guilty, but you're against it. Amazing!” taunted.

“Don't talk to my wife!” ouwyang Kuan.

“If you really believe your son is innocent, would you say it in front of everyone?” seloroh Pendekar Hua.

“Of course!” the Sambar Sui She.

“Then, of course you do not mind going to the Bamboo Guesthouse with us!”

“Clearly object!” ouwyang Kuan. “We can come by ourselves! Not as anyone's prisoner!”

Swordsman Hua tilted his head. “Then, there is no other way. Attack!”

His men simultaneously invaded Ouwyang Kuan and Sui She.

The couple was definitely not a weak person. They trained with the sciences of the Nada Valley for many years. They are very shrewd. But like most people of Nada Valley, except Mr. Ouwyang of course, they are good when using musical instruments. Without musical instruments, their abilities are mediocre. They are mistaken for thinking they will not be attacked en route. They leave their musical instruments at home for fear of being too flashy.

That thought was clearly a mistake. If only they brought their musical instruments, of course, they could easily overcome the turmoil of the warriors who blinded this anger.

The narrow room made their movements limited. The number of brackets that many make them more cornered. They can finally be conquered.

Swordsman Hua grinned coarsely. “It turns out that this is only the ability of the Nada Valley people!”

Ouwyang Kuan and Sui She were furious. Under the sword they could do nothing. They could only resign when the troupe of warriors herded them like a sickle.

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