The house here must have been standing for many years, some of the walls were also starting to lean, and the house itself was in ruins. Walking along the road, even without street lights, one could only keep going forward for a month.
"We're here, this is my house," the middle-aged uncle said as he pushed open a rusty door and went inside.
Yin Xiaofan and Luo Meiling followed him in and sat down in the room. Soon, they understood what it felt like to be surrounded by apprentices.
This room was truly empty. There was only a table which was so old that its age was unknown, and two chairs were also breaking apart. They probably weren't wanted anymore, otherwise, they would have been sold already.
Besides, there were some useless trash and other things.
In order to avoid electricity bills, even without light bulbs, one could still see what kind of life this middle-aged uncle led.
