KELANA
42.

Mumu doesn't know what's going on with her body. He only felt that he had to immediately do breathing techniques, therefore even though the pain in his chest was getting stinging as if he was being pierced with hot iron, he said, Mumu still forced herself to sit down to calm down to start meditation by directly rotating her breathing technique.

At first it was very difficult because his mind was divided between focusing on meditation and the stabbing pain.

Mumu's been trying to poke the nerves of the taste buds to relieve pain, strangely it doesn't work.

Just the time he had experienced his tootonic science could not react as he normally would.

Only once did the pain come on suddenly without him knowing the cause.

Mumu's been checking her blood flow but there's nothing wrong with that.

Everything's fine. But strangely he felt the pain growing stinging.

Mumu finally ignored the pain and focused only on her breathing technique.

I don't know how long time has passed. Mumu who was still focused on her breathing technique did not realize that the piercing pain of her heart began to decrease little by little until finally the pain disappeared completely. But Mumu doesn't know. He was still drowning in his meditation. His breath flowed regularly the longer his rhythm grew slower. Until finally, Mumu's body does not breathe anymore.

If anyone had seen him they would have thought Mumu was dead. On things not like that the truth.

Mumu is entering a deep meditation process.

Not just anyone can get to this stage.

Mumu's success this time was not intentionally and not necessarily in the future he could enter this deep meditation process.

It was a fortune to him. It's like a durian collapsing.

Indeed, between calamity and blessing is only limited to a distance as thin as the skin of an onion.

Because Mumu did not give up on the calamity that befell him he finally got the right reply.

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In a small hut located in the middle of a mangrove forest not far from the Suir river, an old man was staring at a tray filled with water, a photograph, a seven-figure flower, and an old man, seven needles and seven rust nails. His mouth seemed to be reading some kind of spell.

If Mumu were here, she would be very surprised to see a photo of herself in the tray.

Two hours ago two men had come to his cabin to ask for help eliminating someone's mist*wa.

He doesn't know who that guy is. If the other is a local who sells services as a liaison between customers and himself.

He doesn't care much about that. Since the man dared to pay a large sum, then as quickly as his old body could move, he immediately prepared the necessities he would use to summon someone.

It's common for him. So that killing, killing, terrorizing has become his skill.

He will do as customer's request. But no less important, of course, depends on the rewards that customers can give to them.

Because it has become his expertise, or if it may be said to have become his specialist so that the customer's request can be done like turning the palm of the hand. It means it's just a small thing.

Without the need to sweat.

At the moment he is really concentrated, because the man has given a lot of rewards so he has to give the best results.

Soon the seven needles in the tray disappeared miraculously, the old man's eyes sparkling with delight. That's a sign that the needle has entered the body of the target.

Sure enough, before long from the photo the target who was on the tray began to seep a speck of blood. The prey is injured.

After a while the old man's forehead wrinkled, his eyes were still glued to the photo on the tray.

Usually from the target photo will bleed a lot, but the blood in this photo is just seeping.

But the old man did not panic. He immediately cast a spell and added a diagram placed in a tray just above the rust nail.

A few moments passed.

The old man's eyes now shone brightly looking at the seven rust nails and the tattoo had disappeared, now his eyes immediately focused on the photo on the tray.

Sure enough, the photo began to bleed so much that the water on the tray started to turn red.

The old man chuckled happily.

The sound of his laughter was creepy, what else was heard from the mangrove forest at night.

But his laughter did not last long, from his mouth spurting fresh blood that directly littered his already dilapidated hut.

Face is pale. There was also a trace of shock and fear there.

The old man panicked.

He shakily dismantled the furniture inside the hut to find an antidote but the pain in his chest made him no longer move.

Finally the old man fell to the floor. There was a trace of anger on his face. Not angry at the prey that turned out to be able to reverse the attack. But he was very angry at the man. A man who has hired his services for a high fee.

If he knew this, he wouldn't want to take the risk even if he was presented with a wad of money.

But it's too late. Regret is no use anymore. His breath is getting crowded. If it was only seven needles, maybe he could still last a while.

But this plus the seven rust nails mixed with the diagram, the old body can no longer survive.

By the time his breath was about to reach the throat, he still had time to recite a secret spell addressed to J*n his companion to do something.

Soon, his breath disappeared forever.

The old man died with wide eyes.

Curious dead.

No one will mourn his death.

No one will worship and bury him because all this time he only lives alone and away from the people around him.

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Currently in a Coffe Shop on Kartini Street, Sanusi is laughing happily with two friends. They drink and eat happily because one of the causes of their business failure will perish.

Sanusi repeatedly stared at the watch in his hand as if impatiently waiting for something.

Exactly at 11:00 Wib when Sanusi believes the task he gave to the old shaman has been successful, his vision suddenly darkens. His neck was strangled. He thrashed. Both hands flailing as if trying to escape from the clutches of whatever.

Both of his friends were surprised to be confused.

"San, what's wrong with you, San?"

"Wake, San!" Both of them tried to resuscitate Sanusi.

The guests were also excited. They soon swarm.

"Servant, call the doctor! Hurry along!" Shouted someone.