Hidden In The Mist
Chapter 31 The Rain of Blood

The fog arrived just appeared Ryo and Jaka immediately accelerated their footsteps, in order to catch up with Angga and om Bandi.

The sky in the village was dark for a long time. As if an eclipse is about to happen. Ryo and Jaka are getting panicked. While in other places Angga is also restless, they have not found a house that can be stopped by residents.

"If this continues, when we get to the village om, there is no one we can make a place to ask."

"While the sky is getting dark, when it's only twelve o'clock in the afternoon, is all this normal?"

"Don't complain about it. From the beginning what you were looking for. So you must be steadfast, don't ask anymore, because all this is obviously magic, just an optical illusion."

"That means we are already in the village that the woman cursed. Heart with feelings and thoughts. That thing can read the fear in your heart."

Suddenly the sky rumbled a fine wind blowing across the face. Rain spots began to fall on the earth and they had to run looking for shelter.

"There is a hut house om, we take shelter in that house, all of you ask who knows if there are residents who can be persuaded!"

Angga pulled the arm om Bandi who had stopped for a moment, did not continue his steps. The man seemed to have read the sign of the universe.

Buru hurriedly he pulled out a black bag, and draped the object in the neck of Angga. They made it to the terrace of a hut, just before the heavy rain, and the wind was getting stronger and faster blowing across the village road.

Then the rainstorm hit. Angga and om Bandi docked to the woven bamboo wall right behind them.

For a while they stayed on the terrace without doing anything, until finally Angga tried to knock on the door.

After three knocks, Angga stopped. He peered inside through the crack of the bamboo webbing that had been torn, and it turned empty.

"Nobody's inside, it's worth it to be quiet."

The loud sound of thunderous thunder made them close their ears. While in the distance Angga saw two people running towards them with bodies drenched in blood.

Om Bandi just realized that the rain was unusual. From the puddles in the wet ground, they learned that the rain was a droplet of fresh blood.

"It has started apparently. Pray a lot Ngga, do not stop thinking. The creatures of this village are welcoming us."

Om Bandi komat kamit read the prayer, his right hand clenched as if holding something that he could not say to Angga.

"What's up Bandi, please don't joke at a time like this..!"

Suddenly, Bandi pointed west, and Angga almost screamed loudly, but the young man's hand soon stuffed his own mouth.

Angga and om Bandi saw a black horse ridden by a man dressed as a commander in the era of the kingdom, but without a head.

Behind him stood four soldiers holding a shield and spear. Each of them looks the same without a head.

Blood flowed profusely from the severed neck, making Angga and om Bandi gasp, their hair bristling, storing fear in his heart.

In the midst of the tension, Angga heard his name called someone who made him so aware and turned away.

"Female. om. om Bandi...!"

Om Bandi sighed, as the voices of Ryo and Jaka allowed him to think back, even though they had not had time to digest what was going on before their eyes.

But the loud voice of Ryo and Jaka is like a savior for om Bandi. The panic of the two friends managed to disperse concentration, so that Bandi can be separated from the hallucinations that almost make them carried away to other realms.

Meanwhile, Ryo and Jaka do not realize that their screams have saved others, but also invite the wrath of other creatures.

The two innocent young people, who were friendly to each other, looked as lively as they were, they were galloping in the rain of storms, with bodies drenched in blood.

Angga turned his vows again towards the headless horseman. But they, it turns out, are no longer in their place.

"Thank God we found you both. This village is really terrible Ngga."

"I don't know what will happen if we don't see you soon."

"Are you sure we're your friends, or are we something else from this village?"

Satirical words Angga, make the guts of Ryo and Jaka so shriveled. They instantly receded, retreating a few steps back, while rubbing his wet face, filled with blood.

Ryo guessed nebak, whether the person in the cottage was right Angga and om Bandi.

"Dragon's talking ngga, this is not a place that you can make joke material!"

Om Bandi immediately reacted. He rebuked Angga upon hearing his nephew's slopp. For om Bandi candaan Angga impressed inappropriate. The young man was like underestimating the village they were in now.

Instead Ryo and Jaka immediately hugged them. Even to kiss the hand of Bandi. They apologized for being selfish.

"Foolish boy, it's true you're not coming with us. Now we're just as stuck in this dead village."

Everyone fell silent, trying to digest Bandi's speech. I don't know why Ryo feels that Bandi already knows what happened from the beginning. But the man didn't want to tell them everything.

"I know what you want to ask, but it's better to clean your body first, it smells fishy. I'm so nauseous kissing her."

Everyone took off their clothes there without any hesitation or embarrassment. After wiping the blood that was flushing his body. The four men burned all their clothes, according to the orders of Bandi.

"This is a lot of former rice fields owned by residents, it means we are close to the settlement of residents. I ask you not to stop reading prayer. The real threat is just about to begin."

Angga does not understand what is meant by Bandi. Paddy fields that he saw looked lush and well-maintained. His heart asked how could his om tearing a former rice field residents. While Angga and his two friends clearly saw the lush expanse of green rice fields, stretching wide before their eyes.

"It looks like the rain has stopped, how about we walk again now."

"I don't think Herly's ancestral home is far from here, I think we'll make it before afternoon."

They all agreed to Angga's suggestion. Om Bandi led the small group, continuing their journey towards the village in question.

Elsewhere, Herly and Bagus have been preparing supplies and equipment for the cave that Herly saw in his dream.

"If you move faster, you won't wait too long for the rain to stop."

"Already Gus, do not grumble, there is also a silver lining we are not in a hurry. It's better to be stuck in this house, than later when on the way, we are exposed to rain, sajen sajen this can be damaged everything."

"But sajen sajen it has a limit Her. The creature will not accept a deified deity."

"Don't worry Gus, sajen sajen it hold until tomorrow. After this rain subsides we immediately gasp for the cave where all this started."

"It's been a noisy jagan, let me memorize the spell. You help me pray that the rain subsides and we'll climb."

Herly's words made Bagus so speechless. He chose to observe the sky, while looking at when the rain would stop.

"This village is really colossal. No one goes outdoors when it rains."

"Wait a minute, I don't see wrong, this flowing water is not rain water, but blood. It's not rain water."

Good running into the house. While Herly is seen sitting cross-legged on the floor memorizing the mantra with wisdom.

"What else is Gus, why are you running away like that?"

"It's gone wrong Her, get this over with, and we need to get out of this wretched village as soon as possible."

Herly did not understand what her friend meant. He only came along, only, when Good took him to the front porch.

"See. You see for yourself. Take this, do you think it's rainwater bro?"

"Let's touch Her, is that rainwater or some other liquid thing?"

Herly complied with Good's request which was getting weird in his view. Herly casually climbed down the stairs and crouched down a little to see what made Good's attitude go overboard.

He washed his hands in a puddle of rain, and felt that there was nothing strange about it.

Puddles of rainwater on the ground, even looking clear in Herly's eyes. Not like what Good said before.

"What's weird is that Gus, it's just rainwater on the ground. See if there's a dirty stain on my hand?"

"Whatever it is, red, yellow, green, or black. Nothing what Gus, just water bro, don't be paranoid about it dong friend."

It was good to see again the water on his finger, and true to Herly's remark, there were no sticky blood stains on the young man's finger. He then came down from the stairs and buried his palm in the puddle.

The result is the same as well. The water wasn't blood like Good saw before. The young man was puzzled by the strange phenomenon he had felt.

It was good to finally choose silence. He did not want to comment again. In the young man's heart, he could no longer believe the cursed village, Herly's ancestor. But he also did not want to argue with Herly.

As they were arguing over the rainwater, unknowingly outside the house, there was a pair of evil eyes watching them with wild eyes, preparing to****** their flesh.

"The scent of noble blood is indeed more fragrant. The meat must be sweet, too."

"Finally the descendants of the evil duke have returned here. I'm gonna make him suffer, to the point of despair."

"HAHAHA...!"

A white shadow figure flashed from behind the tree, then disappeared in a hut not far from Herly's ancestral home.