Cullen looked quickly, only to find that there were two people standing not far downstream from the river.
In the dark night, Cullen couldn't see who was coming, but when he saw his son's body being robbed, all the resentment and despair in his body burst out.
"Who are you?!" Cullen rushed over like a cannonball, already holding a machete in his hand, "If you dare to touch my son, I will kill you."
However, the expected scene of cutting the person in half did not happen. Cullen's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and a powerful and irresistible force came from him, making him unable to take a step forward, and he also took a step back.
Cullen raised his red eyes and saw a boy with hideous scars all over his face.
The boy was wearing a big red shirt, his black hair fluttered gently, and his cold eyes shone brightly in the dark night.
Cullen struggled several times, but he couldn't break free from the boy's shackles. He turned his head to look at his son's body.
In the dim light, a girl squatted and knelt beside her son, rolling Qi'er's eyes with her hands, and touching her neck.
"Who are you?" Cullen shouted anxiously, "Aren't you from our tribe? Where did you come from as spies?"
Cullen was about to pick up the bone whistle hanging around his neck and blow the warning, but before he could touch the bone whistle, he was gently slapped by the boy.
The bone whistle fell to the grass, but Cullen was still unable to move.
"Unknown, tell him to shut up, don't bother me."
Cullen, who was about to shout at the top of his voice, was grabbed by his neck. He blushed and wanted to shout, but he met a pair of cold and heartless eyes that even had a smile on his face.
The owner of those eyes was clearly telling him that if he dared to make a sound, he would die.
Cullen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked anxiously and panicked in the direction of the tribe, and then at his son.
Qi'er was lying on the ground, her chest still didn't rise and fall.
And that girl, after touching Qi'er's hands and neck and looking at her eyes, started to make strange movements.
She folded her hands and pressed on Qi'er's chest, and then pressed close to Qi'er's mouth to blow air.
He even clenched his hands into fists and beat Qi'er's chest vigorously.
Hearing the thumping sound, Cullen almost went crazy seeing his son's body being humiliated in this way.
He struggled desperately, with a beast-like roar from his throat, wanting to die with these two people.
However, the body was firmly controlled by the person, unable to move at all.
Time passed by every minute and every second, just when Cullen couldn't bear the pain and despair, and wanted to die with his son.
He suddenly heard a violent coughing sound.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough... woo..."
Cullen's movements stopped suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked not far away in disbelief.
There used to be his son's cold body lying there, but now, Qi'er frowned tightly, coughed hoarsely, and slowly opened her eyes. Cullen never felt that there was a more pleasing voice in the world than this one.
The boy let go of the hand that was holding his neck, and his slightly narrowed eyes fell on the girl, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Qi'er! Qi'er!" As soon as Cullen was free, he rushed towards the boy and hugged him tightly, with hot tears streaming down his face, "Qi'er, you are not dead, too Alright! Dad thought he would never see you again!"