Death Flute
Luo Sen Khang Gusar's

Not long after, Pendekar Sung's entourage arrived at the inn. When they arrived, the innkeeper was furious. Aided by his servant, he cleaned up the table and chairs that were turned upside down due to the fight earlier.

“Basic people rough!” the hotel owner was upset.

Kui Fang approached. “What's up, Uncle?”

The man turned and smiled when he saw that the one who greeted him was a sweet and friendly girl. “So there's a husband-wife eating. Eh came a group of rude people harassing them and attacking them. They fought and damaged my stuff!” eve.

“Suami-wife?”

“Iya! They seem like good people. They mentioned the Bamboo Wisma and the Nada Valley.”

“Then, what happened?”

“They can both be defeated. Keep them taken away.”

“Where?” chase Kui Fang curiously.

“Wah, that I don't know, Miss.”

Kui Fang felt anxious and passed this information on to the others.

“Could a married couple be my mom and dad?” exclaim Ouwyang Ping anxiously.

“Maybe,” murmured Mr. Chang grimly.

The group sat at one of the large tables. They consist of: Mr. Chang, Swordsman Sung, Kui Fang, Ouwyang Ping, Sam Hui, Wen Chiang, and A Nan. Fei Yu was strangely invisible.

“What if something happens to them?” ask Ouwyang Ping.

“Calm down, Ping-er.” Mr. Chang smiled at the restless girl.

“They will not act rashly and commit acts of violence against Mr and Mrs Ouwyang. No matter what happens, Mr and Mrs Ouwyang are respected people in the Holy World. After all, Mr. Ouwyang Cu's name is still very influential,” Sam Hui's comments were calm.

“Betul, Ping-er!” the nodding of Kui Fang was strong.

Ouwyang Ping was silent.

“After enjoying lunch, we leave immediately. Otherwise we can go to night.” Swordsman Sung proposed.

Others agreed.

They quickly finished their lunch. After a short rest, they continued their journey.

Ouwyang Ping was extremely agitated. He was sure that the husband and wife the innkeeper told him was none other than his father and mother. Why did they come to the Bamboo Guesthouse? Didn't they know that it was currently dangerous for anyone who was Chien Wan's relative to come to the surface?

Kui Fang glanced at him. Without saying anything, he patted Ouwyang Ping on the shoulder; calming down without a word.

They continued walking until they finally arrived at the Bamboo Forest. None of them met on the way. Everyone seems to have left before them. They could be said to be the group that came last.

On the way they saw a grave.

“It...?” point to A Nan.

Kui Fang replied, “That's Uncle Sung's grave Brother Wan.”

Swordsman Sung was devastated. He rushed to the simple tomb. Sadness struck his heart. He knew his brother had also been killed in the killing at Wisma Bambu, but his heart was still not convinced until he saw it with his own eyes. And now he saw the affirmation of his brother's death.

The man knelt down. “Kakak Cen, forgive your unfilial brother. I was never able to do my duty as a sister,” he said sadly. “Receive my honor.” He banged his forehead to the ground three times, as a sign of devotion from the young brother.

Mr. Chang approached and held Sung Cen's headstone. “Don't worry, Brother. Rest in peace. Regarding A Ming, Sung Han's sister and I will look for him and take good care of him.”

They stayed in front of Sung Cen's grave for some time. Each with their own thoughts. Then they immediately continued on their way to the Bamboo Guesthouse.

At that time, there appeared some warriors who apparently wanted to come also to Wisma Bambu. They are a group of warriors from the south, were friends of Mr. Luo during his life. Without saying anything, they joined Pendekar Sung's entourage.

***

Ting Ting's condition was already much better. Sometimes the stuffing is still heard at bedtime. But now he has never again expressed his intention to commit suicide. Even his suicide attempts have stopped. This of course made Sen Khang and Meng Huan relieved.

During his work, he was surprised by his servant's report that currently dozens of warriors are outside the gates of Wisma Bambu. They conveyed their intention to attend the 40-day memorial service of Mr and Mrs Luo's departure.

Sen Khang was shocked. The problem is he never reported the incident that befell his family to anyone. Since that incident, he and Meng Huan and Ting Ting had never once set foot out of the Bamboo Guesthouse. So how could they possibly know of this event?

He came out and was greeted by many warriors who immediately came to him.

“Defender Luo, we on behalf of the Kun Lun Party express our condolences!”

“Decars Luo, we representatives from Wu Tang express our condolences!”

“We from Hua San say condolences!”

“We are from Garuda Flying Association!”

“We're from the Gods Hand Society!”

“We are from Lembayung Sky Party!”

Sen Khang was overwhelmed to receive so many guests who surrounded him and said condolences. He was so moved that he was unable to say a word. He could only wrap his hands together in front of his chest and salute with all his heart.

Meng Huan arrived nearby and imitated Sen Khang's manner.

“Please come in, warriors!” said Meng Huan kindly. “Sorry we did not have time to prepare for your arrival all.”

The group leaders entered the house while his men were busy setting up makeshift tents in the outer courtyard of Wisma Bambu.

Despite the confusion, finally Sen Khang and Meng Huan can entertain the guests.

“His 40-day warning will be held tomorrow morning. Please stay here, gentlemen. Sorry because our room is limited,” said Meng Huan took over the role of Sen Khang as the host because he saw his friend could only be glued to silence.

“Do not worry about it, Brother Chi,” said a representative from Hua San.

Suddenly, some people barged in and directly faced Sen Khang— who instantly stood up in alarm. It turned out that they were Pendekar Hua and some of his younger siblings. They captured Ouwyang Kuan and Sui She.

“Brother Luo, we brought the parents of that vile murderer!” said Pendekar Hua proud.

Sen Khang was deathly pale looking at the captive Ouwyang Kuan and Sui She and was pushed into the midst of all of them. Hatred was burning in his heart. His eyes were burning when he looked at the couple who were now looking at him sadly.

“Sen Khang..,” reprimand Sui She's poignant. His eyes are wet. “Sen Khang, don't stare at us like that, son...”.

Gigi Sen Khang clashed and made a crackling sound. “How dare you guys come here!” snarl.

“Sen Khang, we would like to offer our condolences. How come we—“

“Shut!” sergeant Sen Khang was angry. “I don't want to see you guys again!”

“Sen Khang!” yelled Meng Huan worried. He did not want them to fuss over this issue when there were many spectators. The arm of Sen Khang. “Do not now.”

Sen Khang opened his mouth to yell at Meng Huan, but seeing the situation like this, he was forced to silence. In a fit of rage, he turned around and left them all without saying a word.

Meng Huan looked at him in despair. Then he saluted all the warriors present. “Hope you all follow the waiter who will show you the room. Sorry for this incident.”

The warriors felt bad. On the one hand they expressed the anger of the flaring Sen Khang. But on the other hand they also felt troubled to see Ouwyang Kuan and his wife who were honorable people treated like sickly. They cast a disapproving look at Swordsman Hua before following the waiter.

Swordsman Hua was very upset that his actions were not only not praised, but rather got a look full of reproach from his comrades. He immediately gripped the arms of Ouwyang Kuan and his wife, about to drag the two away. But Meng Huan stopped him.

“Sorry, Swordsman Hua. Uncle and Aunt Ouwyang better stay here. I personally want to talk to them.”

Swordsman Hua glared, yet could not say anything. He turned around and left the room.

***