HALLUCINATIONS OF CHARISMATIC BOYS
Chapter 32

Boiling Ki Badrun's blood heard the sound of the flute continuing to tease his concentration. He used to face even the most vicious ghosts. All successfully subdued. But facing the disturbance of the flute's voice, he was completely out of his mind.

He concentrated on casting the spell. His lips were jingled and quivering. This time while holding back the emotional turmoil. The flute sound was like a broken exhaust piercing and navel swirling in his ear. The five crew members of Ki Badrun were also unable to calm down.

They opened their eyes and looked at each other. The disturbance cannot be ignored. The longer the disturbance makes the ear hurt.

"Take a rifle," Ki Badrun orders one of his crew. The gun for boar hunting was always in the trunk of the car. Without waiting for long, one of them immediately got up and ran to the car. He came back with a rifle in hand. Ki Badrun smiled.

The boar hunting rifle became his mainstay. Never darting he's aiming for his game animal. Wild boars that run fast can be strung and lying dead. Especially only humans who hide in this sapodilla tree. The atmosphere is so tense.

Gono's heart beat faster than usual. He's worried about the safety of his symb. Does he need to come out to help the symb? Gono became doubtful and gamang.

"Kowe ora need to meet Gon. Ben Simbokmu sing mergawe," the voice of the symbol was heard. Although invisible to the person, Gono sure symbok is around here. Maybe the symbol is already on the sapodilla tree. But when? Simbok is great.

If it has issued its knowledge, like where there is. This time Gono was a little calm. Although there is a sense of wast left. Hopefully the symbok can still overcome Ki Badrun who has cocked his weapon. Ready to take out his opponent.

There was a clear distilled sound on the shady sapodilla tree. Ki Badrun smiled cynically. The flute blower was about to test it. Distance 40 meters only, the shot never misses. Moreover, the distance of the flute sound was only about 10 meters. Hmm.wait a minute.

He still remembers the boar that weighed 150 kg once floundered, dying and dying. Moreover, only humans who hide behind the leaves sapodilla. Ki Badrun pointed the muzzle of his rifle. In one second there will be a blood-blooded body torn apart by his rifle bullet.

Falling to the ground. His fingers pulled the trigger. 100 percent of his shots were always on target. Moreover, the prey is just silent.

Gono held his breath. Why doesn't the plug react at all? The leaves of the sapodilla leaves remain calm and immobile.

"Des" jemari Ki Badrun pulled the trigger. Just wait for the distiller to fall thud to hit the earth. Then there's dust-headed. Then there's a body twitching before his life comes off the body.

"Badness," he said. Five of his men were astonished as well. Cook only shot within 10 meters Ki Badrun could miss. This is clearly impossible. Saru usually bullets one life.

Ki Badrun. If the flute blower hit his leg at least there's blood dripping down. Or the sound of pain. Although he survived by holding the existing trunk.

The sound of the flute remained. As if to be informed that the shot did not hit the target.

Ki Badrun increasingly furious and make his anger peaked to ubun ubun. This time he would be even more ruthless. He'll shoot him in the leg first. Then arm.

Let me feel the pain first. Until the blood is drained. He wanted to know the kind of human who had dared to make an open challenge before him. People are bored of life. Ghosts alone terbirit terbirit meet with him.

The sound of the flute was now bowed to the mango tree. The thick mango leaves help to hide. Of course the flute blower was petite. Ki Badrun's blood is burning. He has been harassed as a ghost-piercing handler and sniper.

Shooting marbles over the mouth of a bottle alone he didn't miss. Shooting a man on a ripe tree can't. Strange, he also did not move leaves because the human body was moving, but why the distiller could move to the mango tree? What is a ghost facing?

Ah no this is definitely the human kind. Humans are brash and tired of living because of most debts. After filling up the bullets and docking them, Ki Badrun had already concentrated again.

"Look, for a moment you will see the victim who complained of pain, fell down and begged me to forgive hahaha," Ki Badrun laughed with laughter to strengthen his own heart. Luma his men laughed.

This time K Badrun directed the muzzle of the weapon at the mango tree, where a distilled sound was heard.

"One.two..."

A few seconds later, Ki Badrun did not pull the trigger because the sound moved to the guava tree. He's getting hot. Feeling dippingpong to and fro. It was also great that the person could move as fast as lightning. If he pulls the trigger, there will be no results

His opponent this time is heavier than himself facing dozens of ghosts at home or in the most haunted place though. A missed shot would only humble itself in the presence of his own men.

One misses, he's embarrassed not to be overbearing. But Ki Badrun did not lack the sense to be able to finish off the life of the first blower. The powerful man must be able to be lured down.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he would directly hit his feet with his bullets, then his hands, another body that did not endanger lives but he could torture him first until his enemy died by himself from blood loss.

Ki Badrun grinned full of cruelty and cruelty. He should be able to lure that distilled blower.

"Hi coward, if you dare to go down. We solve our problems knightly. Not like a shrewd rat hiding like that."

The flute is still heard and always moving places. Ki Badrun until overwhelmed following the direction of the voice.

"To be able to defeat you I don't need to go down, I don't need to touch you, nor do I need a rifle that can kill human lives" the voice countered Ki Badrun's challenge.

"Don't be arrogant. Proof your point," the screech is angry.

"Easy. But there's a condition?"

"If you lose, don't you ditch the ghosts in that house how?"

Ki Badrun was worried.

"If you can't beat me" he asked curiously.

"I'll come down and shoot me, I promise not to fight. If in 5 minutes I can't get you to sleep, with five of your friends, it means I'm the loser" the voice said.

"Hahaha good..good and in the sixth minute I can hole your body as I like," Ki Badrun laughed.

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