Welcome to the Brave Association

The silver-white moonlight looked nondescript in the dark world. Through the silver light, one could see a dark and dilapidated cabin deep in the jungle. The bloodstains around it washed away the musty smell on the cabin. A skinny woman coughed heavily, sat on the bedside and slowly stroked her 7-year-old son. The child looked like he was enjoying it, and he said happily: "Mom, I already have a way to cure you." He looked at his mother, feeling so happy in his heart. The mother looked at her child with hopeful eyes. Suddenly there was a sharp sound, like the last cry of an animal before being killed. Another one died, my mother thought silently in her heart. My son was not afraid because he was used to it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.