Living in the mountains for years, the senior man didn’t know how to contact the police for help.
However, the baby seemed to choose him, grabbing his sleeve tightly with its only hand, without crying or making a fuss.
Moved by this, the senior man decided to take the baby back up the mountain to raise him.
As the boy grew, he was healthy despite missing an arm, and hisughter filled the senior man’s mountain home.
The senior man began teaching the boy to read and write, with ns to send him to school outside the mountains when the boy was older.
He was concerned, though, that the boy might be bullied at school.
The boy seemed to love life in the mountains and showed no interest in going to school.
He preferred hunting with the senior man over reading and writing, showing little talent for academics, so the senior man did not push him.
They lived happily, self-sufficiently in the mountains, with enough supplies from selling their game in town.
From a young age, the senior man warned the boy never to risk to the other side of the mountain where Witch Valleyy.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.
He consistently told the boy that the valley was home to man-eating witches who would snatch up children.
This warning had a solid foundation.
There once was a vige at the base of the mountain between the two peaks.
It was small but had several dozen residents.
One day, after people from Witch Valley visited, vigers began to disappear mysteriously.
Eventually, the whole vige was gone.
Initially, the witches invited the vigers to visit Witch Valley.
Later, they used some kind of magic to lead the vigers there willingly.
The senior man had a friend from the vige who also vanished.
Determined to uncover the truth, he explored and found human remains on the border of Witch Valley.
Terrified, he fled but not before witnessing the white-haired witch conducting a ritual.
Animals jumped into a zing fire like mindless puppets, apparently under the witch’s control.
Using his knowledge of the mountains, the senior man managed to escape.
From that point, he made sure to stay far from Witch Valley.
He was convinced that the witches’ sorcery was responsible for the vige’s disappearance.
One day, while hunting, the senior man spotted a witch in red.
His heart sank.
How could these peoplee to his mountain, so far from their own? His primary concern was for the young boy.
He hurried home, only to find the house in chaos and his child’s meal left untouched on the table.
The senior man hastily followed his child’s trail to Witch Valley.
Outnumbered, he waited until night to stealthily enter.
All he found was his child’s clothing in a dirt pit.
At that moment, he was consumed by despair.
He yearned for the witches to bring his child back, but, exhausted, he dreamt.
In the dream, his gentle, well-behaved child wept, pleading with him to leave immediately and live a good life.
Perhaps fortune favored his side, and the senior man rolled into some bushes while asleep and evaded the witches’ notice.
Realizing there was no hope left, he returned home alone.
Yet, the pain in his heart persisted.
Now, seeing Nicole’s determination to save her friend stirred memories of his own past inaction.
If a young woman could disy such bravery, what did he, an elderly man nearing life’s end, have to lose?
After hearing the senior man’s story, Nicole felt empathy but needed to convey the harsh reality.
“Sir, your child might already be gone.
”
The senior man nodded, tears welling up.
“I know, but I still need to bring him back.
That stubborn child would always hunt far and wide, never returning until I called.
This time shouldn’t be an different… This time, I must call my stubborn child back home…”
The senior man’s voice carried a weight of grief and age.
Nicole found it impossible to deny him and responded, “Alright, let’s bring him back home.
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