Beep—beep—
Fang Zheng used Zhang Qiuhui's phone to dial the Ghost Call's number.
Strangely, the call actually went through this time.
No one spoke. Only the sound of dripping water came from the other end.
Drip, drip. The crisp sound rang especially clear in the quiet night, as though a tendril of icy cold were crawling up his spine toward his brain.
This had never happened before. The moment the call connected,
a jumble of text and images appeared in his mind.
Fang Zheng: "Who are you?"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "I'm your older brother."
Where the hell did I get an older brother?
Just because I'm called Fang Zheng, do I have to have a brother called Fang Yuan?
It was an utterly baffling sight.
When did human technology get this advanced? Or were these filthy things no longer limited to modern technology? Had they started keeping up with the times and playing with something futuristic?
Pretty trendy. We can even talk with our minds.
The name Gu Yue Fang Yuan seemed oddly familiar, though Fang Zheng couldn't place it just then.
With that thought, Fang Zheng promptly sent another message: "Brother! I've missed you to death! You have no idea how much I've missed you!"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Hold on. You say you're my younger brother, Gu Yue Fang Zheng. What proof do you have?"
*???*
You little punk. Turning the question back on me?
Fang Zheng: "Brother, look at me! I'm Fang Zheng, Gu Yue Fang Zheng!"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Is it really you, little bro?"
Fang Zheng: "Prison Brother!"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "When are you paying back the five Half-Spirit Stones you owe me?"
Fang Zheng: "Today. It has to be today. Come find me at Jiangtian Apartments, Room 508. Every tenant here