Chapter 258 The Corpse God Needs William's Help

• A little boy dressed in red timidly peeked out from behind a tree, his small face half visible and etched with fear. He said timidly, "Sir, I'll come out. Just don't hit me."
• Louise was taken aback by the sight. He softened his gaze and asked, "Kid, what are you doing out here all alone in this desolate place?"
• The boy, no older than four or five, limped forward as his eyes brimmed with tears that streaked down his cheeks. "I was playing hide and seek with my friends," he sobbed, his voice quivering, "and somehow I ended up here."