The Ghost Of Death
Who are you
Aura's iron horse drove at a fairly high speed, with the latest production motorbike from the yamehong splitting the streets in the city center that was quite dense.
Like motoGP racer Aura cornering with cornering skill, cornering with a slope of 30° almost touched the asphalt. The engine continues to roar according to the pull of the pedal held by his right hand.
Traffic regulations, as long as no police patrols are violated. The Indonesians are lohhhh. The penny lamp to the right turns to the left.
It was getting late, Aura's journey from her home to the warehouse took quite a long time, maybe about 2 hours. What else on the way Aura stopped for dinner at the food stall of the roadside tent, he also did not forget to buy a marmot doll for Mutia aka Si kunti Jumi.
Aura's motorbike roar ended up in a rosokan warehouse that was only fenced zinc at the edges.The girl immediately opened the helmet from her head, his long black hair instantly decomposed with the flutter of a star like a shampoo commercial on TV-TV.
"It looks like this is the warehouse!" sighs slowly. His face was mangosteen, and to his two eyeballs watching the jelly towards the 4-meter-tall zinc fence.
Aura opened her latex gloves from both of her palms which had already started to sweat. His right hand immediately reached into the pocket inside his leather jacket to search for his phone, Aura checked the warehouse address of his cell phone screen once again.
The tomboyish girl got off her white iron horse, and searched around for anything she could make as a clue. Not even he found anything, the girl was already startled by the sound of the blaring gunfire.
Duarrr
Duarrr
Duarrr
That voice really sounded so real, was it really the ghost that did it. But during Aura's career as a shaman child with a sixth sense, she had never seen a ghost attack humans with firearms.
Duarrr
Duarrr
Duarrr
The sound of gunfire was heard again, Aura was silent inside her squat. He's still thinking what if he dies from that ghost shot. Why he took risks like this, he is still young and there are still many ideals that he wants to pursue.
Aura decided to send a message to the owner of the warehouse, that he did not want to do the eviction, arguing that the ghosts in the warehouse were too strong.
I'll give you 20 million, if the gunshots are gone tonight.
Aura's cute face immediately widened because her net had just seen the number 20 million on her phone screen.
Without thinking any longer Aura immediately stood up and lowered her backpack from her back, and opened the backpack. He chose the most powerful weapon in his backpack.
Aura's puzzled look led into the contents of her large black backpack. All the weapons he had were weapons used for close combat, how could he win with the ghost who had the gun.
This is like repeating a history of the heroes of this nation, they repel invaders by using pointed bamboo, while their enemies have cannons.
Mood Aura immediately came down from seeing the reality that was drawn before her eyes. But the number 20 million made Aura immediately throw away his sane mind. Aura's determined to be round, she won't die from ghosts, no matter what happens she has to earn that 20 million dollars.
Aura picked up the rope that her grandfather had smothered with from inside her backpack, she slipped the hook on her waist. Aura also picked up the magic wood axe, but not the wiro Sableng yaa.
Slowly but surely Aura's footsteps soon entered the area within the warehouse. He settles down to look for the existence of the ghost of the crazy shooter. A sea of old iron rosettes that also loomed inside the warehouse, making Aura's view blocked.
Duarrrr
Duarrrr
Duarrrr
Once again the ghost fired his gun, Aura could not figure out how a ghost could have a gun. When the ghost died, it was buried with a gun in its hand.
Aura continued down the hallway after hallway surrounded by wreckage. Most of the rosokan here are used cars that have been destroyed and stacked until they rise about 8 to 10 meters in height.
As Aura was sneaking around she saw something flashing at the end of the hallway where she was standing, but not so clearly in her eyes.
Aura also walked carefully to approach the direction of the shadow's origin.
Not to mention Aura could see anything, someone had locked onto the movements of Aura from behind her slender body. A fairly strong arm had been embracing tightly at the upper chest of Aura. Aura could feel the cold thing stuck to her head.
The muzzle of the gun was already to the right of Aura's forehead, the girl let out a long sigh. He tried to stay calm in that situation.
"Who are you,?" the question is not important, what matters is the masculine voice that the creature makes.
The aura even gasped with the man's masculine voice, a ghostly voice that was as clear as a human voice. This guy hasn't been dead long.
"I'm human!" said Aura.
The girl realized, whoever locked her body now is not human. The smell of living and dead people is different. Aura's extremely sensitive nose, could smell the smell of death on the body of the man who had locked onto her current movements.
"You think I'm a ghost?" ask the man.
"It's a ghost, bego!" said Aura.
The girl hit the man on the head with her axe from the front of his body.
"It hurts, right?" asked Aura, she who had escaped from the grasp of the man immediately turned around.
Aura could only dumbfoundedly look at the ghost sitting in front of her, her eyes twinkling and a small smile began to adorn her cute lips.
This ghost is very handsome.
Duarrr
The man aimed his gun at Aura, but the man's shot could not hurt Aura's body.
The sound of the shot immediately made Aura realize she was working now, and she did not want to fail. Aura will not be able to lose 20 million just because of the charm with the good looks of ghosts.
Aura again swung her magic wood axe towards the ghost of the man at full power. But with agility the ghost managed to dodge Aura's attack.
"Little girl, you know I'm no match for you!" said the ghost of the man.
The ghost of the man said his ridicule to Aura with a very sweet smile. But Aura tried not to look at the ghostly face of the man. He does not want to fall in love with ghosts, even though these ghosts are very handsome.
"All ghosts are my opponents, shucks!!!" yelling Aura, he immediately raised his fist towards the ghost of the songong man who had been standing beside his body.
With a nimble movement of martial will Aura tried to injure the Ghost of the man.
Very rarely are there ghosts who wear a suit complete with a very beautiful appearance, and still look like a living human being.
Although the smell of death in the body of the ghost was not so strong, but Aura could smell that distinctive smell from the body of the burly man's ghost.
Who the hell are you?.