Kulun looked quickly and found that there were two people standing not far downstream in the river.
In the dark night, Kulun couldn't see clearly who the person was. He just saw his son's body being snatched away, and immediately all the anger, resentment and despair in his body burst out.
"Who are you?!" Kulun rushed over like a cannonball, holding a machete in his hand, "If you dare to touch my son, I will kill you."
However, the expected scene of cutting the man in half did not happen. Cullen's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and a powerful and irresistible force came, which made him unable to move forward or backward.
Cullen raised his red eyes and saw a young man with a face full of hideous scars.
The young man was wearing a red shirt that was a bit too big for him. His black hair was as black as ink and fluttered gently. His pair of cold eyes sparkled in the darkness.
Cullen struggled several times but failed to break free from the boy's shackles. He turned to look at his son's body.
In the dim light, a girl was kneeling beside her son, turning Qi'er's eyes with her hands and touching his neck.
"Who are you?" Kulun shouted anxiously, "You are not from our tribe? Where did you come from?"
As Kulun was speaking, he was about to pick up the bone whistle hanging around his neck to blow the warning, but before he could touch the whistle, the boy gently pushed it away.
The bone whistle fell into the grass, but Kulun was still unable to move.
"Unknown, tell him to shut up and stop bothering me."
Cullen, who was about to shout at the top of his lungs, was grabbed by the neck. His face turned red and he wanted to scream, but what he met was a pair of cold and ruthless eyes that even contained a smile.
The owner of those eyes told him clearly that if he dared to make a sound, he would be killed.
Kulun's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked in the direction of the tribe with anxious and panicked eyes, then at his son.
Qi'er just lay on the ground, her chest still motionless.
However, after touching Qier's hand and neck and looking into her eyes, the girl began to make strange movements.
She folded her hands and pressed them on Qi'er's chest, then put her hands close to Qi'er's mouth and blew air.
He even clenched his fists and hit Qi'er's chest hard.
Kulun was almost going crazy listening to the thumping sounds and seeing his son's body being humiliated like this.
He struggled desperately, roaring like a wild beast from his throat, wanting to die together with the two men.
However, his body was firmly controlled by someone and he couldn't move at all.
Time passed minute by minute, and just when Cullen could no longer bear the pain and despair and wanted to die with his son.
He suddenly heard a violent cough.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough... oooh..."
Cullen's movements suddenly stopped. He widened his eyes and looked at the distance in disbelief.
Originally, his son's cold body was lying there, but now, Qi'er frowned, coughed hoarsely, and slowly opened his eyes. Cullen had never thought that there was a sound in the world more pleasant than this.
The young man loosened his hand that was pinching his neck, and his slightly narrowed eyes fell on the girl, with a faint light flickering in his eyes.
"Qi'er! Qi'er!" As soon as Kulun was free, he rushed towards the boy and hugged him tightly, with hot tears flowing down his face. "Qi'er, you are not dead, that's great! Dad thought he would never see you again!" (To be continued)