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"I guess we're done for, thoroughly screwed this time," said the Red Demonic Spirit.
"They haven't even started singing our funeral dirge, and here you are, eager to jump the gun," Ye Chen grumbled as he gnawed on the dried meat. After fighting an entire day, his stomach had long since been growling, having rumbled several times. He finally got a chance to ease up, his hands ice-cold, nearly dying several times over.
"I think everything was orchestrated by your brother Longhun, knowing you would come back, so he set this trap to kill you here. He has absolutely no feelings for you anymore. And here you are, still wondering whether you should kill him if you defeat him. You're really not cut out for big undertakings," the Red Demonic Spirit observed.
"Right, I've never been one to undertake great things. What's the point of bringing this up now?"
"You are brothers, after all. Surrender, maybe he won't kill you."
"You think I would do that?"