Acier stopped for a moment and gave Ahio a cloth to bite. "Take it."
Ahio didn't say anything because it hurt too much. Acier continued working on sewing up Ahio's external wounds.
There was no wind or rain. Lian was teleported to appear right in front of Acier, who was sewing Ahio's wound.
Lian was shocked to experience mental damage.
She saw Ahio.
"The job of life-giving of angels is difficult." Lian thought.
Zebua's only child looked down and spat. She stared flatly at the red saliva containing iron.
"Finished." Acier saw Lian, without saying anything he extended his arm. "Bite and draw my blood."
"You're crazy. I don't want to catch a disease. You still..."
Crassshhhh.
Blood splashed because Lian spoke. She kept her mouth shut. "Dirty." Zebua's only child thought.
The pale Ahio turned her head. The voice is weak and broken. "Obey Lian. Otherwise, you will keep vomiting blood. Over time it that will hurt."
Lian was stunned, in the end, Zebua's only child couldn't help but bite Acier's arm to draw blood.
Lian's pupils dilated. Sense of taste satisfied. "Oh." Lian's reacted.
Acier quickly retracted his hand before it became stuck and could not be withdrawn.
"First task failed."
A dragon poked Lian and Ahio's heads. Next looked at Acier. "Take care of them, Darius Acier."
After saying this a little dragon disappeared.
Ahio lay on Acier's single bed. She shriveled slightly, hugging herself, still in shock. Ahio was sick too.
Acier sighed. "Lian, please send another bed."
Lian stared flatly. Acier chuckled and lay down beside Ahio. "Tsk, there's no point asking haters for help," Acier thought. Lian's eyes bulged. "Uh, okay. Wait a minute!"
She rushed out to call a bodyguard.
***
"Hello, angel of death."
Smoke of Devil Lucifer carries a sun-crowned devil horn spear.
Ahio's eyes were red. "You damn!"
That's what Ahio said before waking up. A angel of death was drenched in sweat. Shortness of breath.
"What is it?" Acier enjoyed the cool evening atmosphere. He's relaxed.
"I met the devil Lucifer in a dream."
"Nightmare?"
Ahio nodded. Acier sat on a bed facing the window. The closing curtain was accidentally opened. The cold air pierced the skin. A fine hair of the body stands up to form spines.
"It's midnight. Do you feel something strange?" Acier said without turning around.
"There are lives that must be taken." Ahio grimaced. Acier nodded and stood up, hand reaching out to pull Ahio's arm.
"Let's go, I will accompany you."
Acier said a random foreign sentence and they changed places. Ahio saw a row of graves. As fast as lightning the angel of death gave goosebumps. On either side of Them are the ghosts Pocong, kuntilanak and the ghost of Acier's pet 'animal' tree.
"We fight?"
"According to you?"
Ahio saw smoke billowing thickly, beating the darkness of the night. From the collection of smoke came many ghosts of various types.
Glek.
Ahio took a fighting stance. Pupils dilated and moved as fast as lightning cutting through the wind to attack the ghost. As soon as she almost touched one of the ghosts, Ahio's death rod formed in her hand.
Kletang!
"Eh?"
The sound of two objects colliding adds to the rhythm of the crickets. "It's hurt, the angel of death."
Ahio quickly drew the stick.
"Fathur?"
Ahio was shocked and looked up to see the death stick. "Huh..." She sighed. "Luckily I Hitting with a stick, not a sharp object at the top," thought the angel of death.
A shaman patted his head affectionately. "Thank you Acier. If you didn't create a drain barrier, plus my spell, I would have died."
Ahio took a step back. "Forgive me!" Angel of Death bowed respectfully. She felt very guilty.
"You look like a ghost, I saw a lot of ghosts here earlier."
Fathur groaned. Secretly a bit offended at being called a ghost. "Okay, this the ghost. Have fun."
"Nooo..."
Fathur darted to Ahio's side and pushed the angel of death forward. Ahio gulped at a sudden attack.
Pocong threw a lump of dirt into Ahio's eyes, a split second the angel of death split in half lying down in the air. Above, the ghost of a baby bajang scratches Ahio's chest while below, the ground grips Ahio's legs so he can't move.
Soil can change shape.
Before the earthen ropes entangled her hands, Ahio stabbed a baby bajang ghost's chest using a life-killing spear.
Next, Ahio cut the ground rope using the sharp side of the other stick.
Ahio's chest wound was open and blood was splashed. It was left leave on behind, the angel of death focused on fighting.
Clshckhhh.
Ahio stepped on a baby bajang until it was crushed and lying in the land of the grave. It was the kuntilanak's turn to take action throwing sharp nail pieces in all directions. Armed with accurate accuracy, the body parts targeted are the vital organs.
Sthhhh.
Ahio avoided almost falling, both hands on the ground in a defensive position. Ahio moved swiftly backward in that position.
Srakhhh!!!
Ahio turned her head. "Tsk, be careful of being hit by a stray bullet." Ahio turned around avoiding another sharp nail leaving Acier irritated. Veins stood out on the shaman's forehead.
Acier's arm had an inward-diameter scratch. White bones peeked out.
"Ha ha ha."
Fathur chuckled and moved quickly. "Oops, almost."
Acier was getting increasingly annoyed. "I'm not easily provoked." He steeled his resolve.
The kuntilanak's hair flew in the night breeze, and suddenly the fragrance of jasmine rose.
Acier kept his mouth shut, and so did Fathur. Ahio was confused and didn't know anything. Moreover, the aroma of jasmine is pleasant to inhale. When the penetrating odor hits the hairs of the nose, the pleasant smell of jasmine turns into incense and something burnt.
The smell characteristics above are a bad sign. In Javanese primbon, this means that a genie or ghost sends negative energy to harm the target victim.
DEG.
Ahio's heart stopped beating. The lungs narrow. Brugkhhh.
*****