"A... a scammer, right? Our great-great-great... great-whatever grandpa or grandfather or great-uncle finally came home?"
"Could he be a scammer after money? Hurry up and call the police, bro. They should be able to verify his identity," Zhang Yueyue said blankly.
Old Zhang was what people called him online.
After all, Zhang Ming was among the oldest people still alive from the Old Era.
With accomplishments like his, calling him by his name seemed a little disrespectful. But they could hardly call him "Zhang Dasheng," "Elder Zhang," "Great Power Zhang," or "Zhang the Great," could they? Those titles were so embarrassing they made people want to dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the floor with their toes.
Over time, "Old Zhang" came to refer exclusively to Zhang Ming online.
Their family also had a strange legend: their great-great-great-whatever grandfather or grandpa or great-uncle was apparently still wandering the Demon God's Sea and would return home one day.
Their generation had never taken it too seriously. After all, they had to build their own lives. They could hardly spend all day waiting for someone they had never met, someone who existed only in textbooks, could they?
But now...
"Call the police, my ass! What if he's real?"
Zhang Chenhao's clenched fists were trembling, wild ideas erupting in his mind one after another. He was starting to wonder whether he had developed a mental illness.
Meanwhile, the Lin Family siblings were also discussing the "middle-aged man" who had just come in, and the tiny gourd ornament that seemed to be hanging from his belt.
"Could he be the man we're looking for?" Lin Yuyu glanced sideways at the two siblings sitting bolt upright, sensing that the atmosphere was becoming inexplicably strange.
"Or are gourd ornaments like that fashionable among middle-aged men? I've