Xu Taiping felt as though lightning had struck him-
This isn't some Divine Soul Mark! This is... my memory!
He had been wondering why the perspective within this Divine Soul Mark from the Demon Ancestor was so strange. At that moment, he understood everything.
He was the "baby" these refugees were talking about.
This memory was what he had seen when these refugees rescued him.
"Old scholar, Auntie Zhao, the grave is ready. Bring the baby over."
A voice suddenly came from the distance.
"Coming."
The old scholar and Auntie Zhao answered.
Auntie Zhao took Xu Taiping from the young wife's arms and said with deep tenderness:
"Baby, Auntie will take you to see your parents one last time."
Xu Taiping's heart abruptly clenched.
He had never imagined he would meet his parents this way.
Soon, the old woman carried him to an earthen pit.
A man's corpse and a woman's corpse lay inside.
The man was tall and powerfully built, clearly a hearty, forthright fellow.
The woman had gentle brows and eyes. Even with her face now waxen yellow, he could still tell she had been an exceptionally tender woman in life.
He did not know why.
Though this was his first time seeing these two faces, and though he still harbored some wariness toward the Divine Soul Mark the Demon Ancestor had given him, Xu Taiping could not help crying out in his heart:
Father! Mother!
From his very first glimpse of this woman and man, Xu Taiping could be certain that the people before him were his parents.
Beyond the instinct born of blood.
There was also the resemblance between his own features and the man and woman's faces, brows, and eyes, which only Xu Taiping himself could recognize.
"Oh, the baby's crying..."
Auntie Zhao exclaimed.
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