Old Qiao and Lv Chen were in a disheveled state.
The only intact piece of equipment they had was the radio; their clothes were tattered and the fabric had long been worn to shreds.
Not to mention that they were covered in grime and mud from head to toe, with black grayish unknown debris lodged between their fingers.
Both were drenched with a pungent sour rot odor, looking as if they had just struggled their way out of an abandoned junkyard.
They exchanged a glance, looking a bit awkward.
In the end, Old Qiao thickened his skin and pretended as if nothing had happened.
"Just now a Life Ghost appeared in the trash heap, and it took us some effort to kill it."
Fang Qingyu heard it and wasn't suspicious.
It's normal to be in a rough state when dealing with a Life Ghost, as long it was dealt with.
"I'll head back first, contact me if anything comes up."
"Alright, you go back and have a good rest."
Old Qiao waved him off with a smile.
