"This..." The elders of the Divine Profound Hall looked at each other, the face on the screen was one they had never seen before, and some dialogue content was transmitted, making their uneasiness grow stronger.
Old bastards.
Queue up.
Zap him.
...
These words didn't seem to suggest anything good.
"Who are you, and why do you have Elder Mo's communication device!"
This voice clearly startled the other party, followed by a shake in the screen, as if the communication device fell to the ground.
"Damn, this thing talks."
"Suddenly hearing that scared me so much, I almost peed myself."
"This seems like a communication device, I thought the Elder had some fetish and collected a doll!"
"Making a communicator look like a doll, copying a horror story theme?"
"Moshi Moshi, who is this?"
"I'll ask again, where is Elder Mo?" The elder's tone from Divine Profound Hall had turned extremely unfriendly.
"What the hell are you being fierce for?"
