Looking at those dull, lusterless pearls, perhaps they had once been radiant, but now they were just worthless junk.
The hunched-over old man holding the torch stared at the scene before him, his voice growing hoarse.
"It's over, it's over! This isn't treasure at all!"
As the old man was overcome with regret, practically wanting to beat his chest and stomp his feet in frustration, Qiao An's phantom-like voice echoed from behind him.
"What? Having regrets? Turning your two sons into this wretched state of neither human nor ghost, all for this pile of junk…"
Huh?
Sheng Bai, hiding in the corner, was stunned. He had clearly heard those two lanky men call the old man Liu Luoguo, so how was he suddenly their father?
It wasn't just Sheng Bai who couldn't figure it out; even the viewers online were completely baffled.
o((⊙﹏⊙))o
[What? His own sons?]
[Can't be, right? How could this short old man have two tall, lanky sons? Is this some kind of genetic mutation?]
