In his previous life, Ding Huan was carried over by an old scavenger, but this life he followed the old scavenger over, leaning on a cane.
The place the old scavenger walked to wasn't far, just a short twenty minutes, and the old scavenger stopped outside a private workshop.
The workshop was crudely labeled with a paint pen, reading "Mutant Material Purchasing."
The old man rang the doorbell, but after a long wait, no one came to open the door. The old man knocked more forcefully on the door, still, no one came.
Ding Huan's psychic abilities scanned inside, and even though his range was limited, he could barely sense that there was no one in the yard.
"Eh, why is there no one here today?" the old scavenger muttered to himself, frowning.
After saying that, he turned to Ding Huan, "We'll wait here for a bit, someone from their side is bound to come over."
Ding Huan said helplessly, "Even if we wait until next year, there's no chance of someone coming over."
