"This is a wanted—" Liu Bin gaped and was about to blurt out the words "wanted notice," but Yang Zhenglin shot him a glare. He immediately changed course. "So it's a public announcement board!"
My pupils contracted. Those three characters clearly read "wanted notice" in ancient script, yet Yang Zhenglin had pointed at a deer and called it a horse, claiming it was a "public announcement board." He had shown quite a bit of quick wit. Liu Bin was no fool either; he quickly understood what his boss meant and said, "Xia Yitian, you're on the public announcement board."
"What's a public announcement board? Is this popular in the Upper Realm? Why are there portraits of me and several of my friends here?" I looked at the wanted notices beside the board. I couldn't suppress the warmth I felt at seeing those familiar faces.
Besides me, there were Song Wanyi, Han Shanshan, and a number of companions who had ascended before me. Looking at them, I nearly burst into tears. I hadn't come to the wrong place—they were all here! And I believed we would meet again very soon!
"A public announcement board? It's for finding people... These people have all gone missing, and an organization is offering a reward to find them," Yang Zhenglin hurriedly explained.
"Then what are these strings of jumbled numbers?" Though they were written in ancient script, numbers were easy enough to recognize. Even if I knew what they meant, it wouldn't matter. But Yang Zhenglin told me, "This thing? It's an identification number. I never thought you had relatives in the Upper Realm."
"Boss, why didn't you tell him this was a wanted notice?" He Dou asked expressionlessly. Yang Zhenglin smiled and replied in ancient script, "Idiot. If we tell him, he might run