
Want as strong as Roro, death can not be avoided. The young man's muscles are getting weaker. The black color in his eyeballs continued to disappear until the last gust left a heat on his body that slowly turned blue. Blood flow also stopped.
Roro. The water around the belly of the corpse disappeared into warm steam. He could not save the man whose death was near. He left the contents of the bag whose red light was increasingly concentrated and dazzling. The book must be there, he thought as he looked at the red light. He intended to take the book of hell in a bag of scuffed sea water, but the strangeness enveloped him. There is heat when it comes in contact with red light. Then the pinched wrinkles are clear on the forehead. Is the book of hell that dangerous? Though the bag is as wet as the owner, but the heat that Roro felt beyond the hot dry sun in the desert.
An idea flashed in his mind. Try covering your hands with the water of his strength, then go back to the book of hell. It's still hot, but it's not as bad. He managed to pick up a book covered in brown umbrella paper. This book is dry. Heat due to the name 'book of hell' may be one of the reasons. Holding sacred objects sometimes drain strength extravagantly. He felt his body weak.
Well he's back in the living room. Roro put the book on her work-table-certainly coats the table with her power again. While making a caller bubble, Roro guessed. The book of hell is alive, but its owner is dead. The fortune tellers say they haven't found another way to get the man dead.
Is this the end? If true, this fact really takes away all the energy in Roro's body.
"You called us in time, Nyi Gusti Roro." Dozens of white-robed figures stood before him, one of them carrying an old man.
"Why did you bring him?" roro asked looking disinterestedly.
"This man is one of the guards of the torture chamber in hell, Nyi Gusti," he answered breaking his grip on the skinny legna of the old man. "Also the creator of the book of hell. His presence is so hard to find, that we almost say it's impossible to see him."
"Shocking...." Roro is getting less and less interested. He supported his chin to look at the old man aka guard torture with impressed interest. "Do you have any other way to open the book of hell?"
He even laughed cynically. Yes, according to Roro. He said as he approached the red glowing book. "I didn't expect you to have that much power. Cover the table with your water. Wrap your hand with your strength while holding his book. I have a brilliant mind."
"Alright." He's still laughing. What's so funny? "Did you give up because the book was useless after the owner died?"
Roro did not reply other than an increasingly sharp intimidating look.
"Actually this method is very common, but you seem to be fixated on the original owner," he said still observe the library as thick as a regular notebook. "If the owner dies, find a replacement."
If Roro knew who his successor was, he'd been-----
"But the successor to the owner of the book of hell must be hereditary and have the same fears as him" he said. "You can find his sister, his mother, his father, or anyone else. Origin still has the same blood ties and similar fears."
The same blood ties? Have a similar fear? "Give me a clearer lead. I just found the owner of the book of hell without asking his closest relatives."
"No, he told you himself, Roro." For a moment he stopped walking. "Remember it exactly."
For a moment, the old man looked in one blink. Roro's mind raged. Did the young man ever mention anyone? It took a long time until Roro finally found something in the flashback.
She called Rara's name. Roro has to find a guy named Rara. []