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Chapter 198: It's not like we died for real

[Two Years Ago]

Aren and Ai don't question the boy much. While Aren tends to the boy, Ai looks for other survivors. 

There's none. After Ai is sure that there's nobody else alive other than the child, he buries the corpses and marks the graves. 

"We can't leave him here." Aren says to Ai, "Whoever killed these people might come back and kill this boy."

"Let's take him with us." Ai glances at the boy in his brother's arms. Li Jun seems to be around nine-year-old. The boy is a half-human like him. "I will look for his family later in the fae market. We should head to the river of death."

Aren nods. He looks down at the boy. "Li Jun, if you know anything about your family, you should tell me."

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