"Call? That voice is you!" The old man's eyes suddenly brightened, as if a beam of light had entered a long-sealed old house.
Nodding slightly, Gao Ming wasn't sure if there were any surveillance devices in the room, so he didn't take out his walkie-talkie. He just glanced briefly, and the walkie-talkie in the old man's hand was completely different from his own, well-preserved, without a speck of dirt, but it had some strange characters written on it.
The complicated font; Gao Ming couldn't recognize the meaning of those characters. He felt like he had seen similar characters on a certain shrine.
"Did my brother send you? My brother has come back!" The old man was purely happy, without any impurities.
