Men's Soleh Wealth System
58. Visit to the Arsenic Tomb

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Aziel's raucous voice, able to disperse the dim boisterous atmosphere made by the men with the roar's face. Now it feels quiet because no one else dares to protest.

"I just meant to tell you how sad it is when we die but none of your family still knows about it. At least you still have a chance to repent! As long as the heart can still beat, and enjoy the oxygen that you can scoop at will, as long as the door of repentance for you can open."

Aziel exhaled a rough breath. "So, in the name of Arsenio Wijaya, even though this young body is speaking, I sincerely hope that your fate will not be the same as hers. So it's better. At least Allah loves those who have been infuriated, but M4ti is in a state of faith."

"From, all the time to worship, but died in a state of kufr."

Not a few of the former mafia was hiccuped because of the slap given by the young man who recently led them. Kano pulled his sleeve rubbing the flowing snot from the silence, his heart was struck by the past 3 hours he had done.

"Young Master, please guide us. We don't want to go to hell. At least if we go to hell, don't go to shit."

Everyone there agreed. "By the way, what hell is at the lightest level of hell? If heaven won't accept me, it's okay to go in there."

"Wait, I asked Mbah gugel first." The man was directly seraching using his phone. "Well, this. The lightest hell is called Hawiyah hell. For people whose charity scales are light. Doing His commandments and His prohibition."

"Well, is there a hell that suits us?" cheers of his friends who read.

Then the chaos came back. "Thank God, there's such a hell."

Aziel patted his forehead shaking his head feeling dizzy from the behavior of the men. "Why don't you expect to go to heaven? Why hell?"

"Look at Young Master. We know all the sins we have committed. We think that no matter how much we try to improve, it seems like the scales of our charity will be no heavier than the bad deeds we have done in the world."

"True Young Master, at least in that hell, the torture that we will get is not as bad as hell."

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By noon, Aziel was accompanied by several members of his mafia of repentance, wearing all-black clothes covered in robes. They are currently trying to get to the location where Arsen's body is buried.

Arsen's body was buried in a special cemetery for enemies of the state who had no family to return to. And, that location looks very unkempt.

The faces of everyone who followed Aziel looked wary. Undeniably, they are all fugitives who escaped from the chase when Arsen was taken by 3. After wandering around the location for some time, as the sun shone with its scorching heat, they finally found eating Arsen.

The tomb looked very unkempt and was filled with dry foliage, with no one coming to clean it.

Aziel looked stunned staring at the headstone that read Dr. Arsenio Wijaya's. His heart was pounding very quickly making his breath stung due to the tightness.

Aziel collapsed right above the navel. For a moment he seemed to lose consciousness.

"Young Master? Young Master? You okay?"

The members were quite panicked to find Aziel's condition like that. As they tried to lift Aziel's body, the young man's eyes opened wide. He escaped backwards from the arms of the men with the rogue face.

"Who are you?"

The men who heard Aziel's question were stunned and looked at each other.

"Young Master? Another drama rehearsal?"