The Devil's Circle of Deception
Corpse candidate

The heart screams bitterly, the husband who can not be relied on and cold-hearted it increasingly makes her disappointed. The hour hand showed midnight while Jaka's baby was still crying. Transo walked over carrying a black cloth and opened the door without caring about them.

"Mas, where are you going at this hour? your child doesn't stop crying" Lisa said.

The wind blew fiercely flying the dry leaves and twigs. The door is still wide open but Transo's back is no longer visible. In the darkness, those big red eyes came back to meet him.

"Gurghhh!" scream Lisa.

Wijaya suddenly came to see him and helped close the door of the house.

"Lisa, are you okay?" her question is full of worry.

Wijaya grabbed Jaka's baby who was still crying, so gently and affectionately froze her until the crying stopped. He patted baby Jaka slowly while peeping his forehead.

"Father will never let you grieve" he whispered.

"Why are you here? unlock door.

I don't want to be a neighbor's talk. Do you want to mas, Lisa stamped as a woman is not good because she put a man into the house does not her husband go" said Lisa pushed him then pulled the door stick.

"Well I'll go back to the car to keep you from the outside" replied Wijaya.

Lisa looks over the window, Wijaya's vehicle parked near her house.

"Mas, why do you stay good with me? Look at your life like a jumble. You come from a distinguished family but you never again feel a good sleep and choose to stay outside" Lisa murmured.

Occasionally Wijaya screamed and was disturbed while sleeping in his car. Tonight, he was almost suffocated by the demon sent by Transo.

"Why is it so hard to kill him?" transo holds a keris.

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"Quickly do your best for Wijaya's safety!" snapped Mr. Admaja in a hut with Mr. Sen and the figure of a man dressed in dark black wearing a blangkon hat.

A fire was burning inside a container made of stone. Frankincense and incense smoke enveloped the entire place. The man's face was flushed red, the body trembled and the eyeballs spun. He slammed, head banged to the ground with a swift man straightening his body back. After a few minutes, things seemed to be back to normal.

"How's it?" ask Mr. Admaja.

"It's very difficult, there must be a condition that must be done!" said the old man while fixing his blangkon that was about to fall.

He had spat out thick black blood, his profound energy was almost exhausted. That night's supernatural battle almost made his life disappear.

"Just tell me what the conditions are?" ask Mr. Admaja.

"Flame!" said the old man.

"Hey old man, as far as I am concerned about the tumbal is someone who worships and asks the devil for riches whereas I have treasures galore with my own hard work!" snarled lord Admaja.

"Sir, now there's no time to argue. Your son's life is on the edge" said the old man.

"Then, what kind of impact should I give to that damned demon?" said mr. Admaja.

"The human soul."

The candle that was arranged around them instantly went out. The moans of the devil and the genie were earthy laughter.