Strangely, the child, who appeared to be in his early teens, didn't show much fear of Zhang Ye, or perhaps his desire for something had suppressed the fear.
He leaned against the wall, looking up at Zhang Ye with a gaze filled with yearning for something.
He had witnessed the scene just now.
But he didn't make a sound.
Gao Feng lowered her head and walked over to the corner where a body lay, frowning immediately upon seeing the skin that had begun to turn black.
"More than two days,"
she whispered quietly.
Zhang Ye nodded and then turned his gaze back to the child in front of him, suddenly feeling an inexplicable oppression that made it difficult for him to breathe.
A Hunter had already tactfully brought over some food.
"Hungry?"
he asked, bending over to look at the boy.
The boy nodded, his eyes already fixated on the food in front of him.
His clothes seemed too large for him, making the shirt look like a cloak draped over his thin, angular body that swayed inside it.
