"That's a good question!"
Wang Bo laughed heartily to the sky.
Long Ke was stunned, not understanding why this old man suddenly burst into laughter.
Was what he said really that funny?
Could it be his tone was amusing?
Or perhaps the old man found today's outfit hilarious?
Just as he was puzzled, he saw Wang Bo leisurely walking forward, saying as he walked, "If you asked me this question thirty years ago, I might not have been able to answer it. But now, I'm old, maybe lying in a coffin tomorrow, I can answer this question."
"Where are we?"
"Actually, this question is for you to ask yourself."
"Are we at East Lake? At Yunlan Mountain? No... that's all fake. The answer is, we're on the ground! The living are on the ground, the dead go into the earth!"
Wang Bo chuckled hoarsely a few more times and continued along the path.
Right!
Precisely.
Wang Bo had heard the question as "Where are we people?", a question with depth.
