Gray mushrooms grew from the walls, becoming a delicious treat for the people.
Even several larger rooms had been forcefully taken over by various gangs.
Anyway, sleeping here was somewhat more comfortable than sleeping in the caves.
"Still no luck finding the Crystal Stone. What did this place used to look like? Can you tell me?" Wang Hao sat down, picked up a compressed biscuit, and took a few bites to regain his energy.
He handed the last packet of biscuits to the old beggar.
"When I got here, it was already like this," Lou Ronggen sighed. "A long, long time ago, it was said to be a communication hub. There were many operators working in these little rooms, so the sound insulation is very good here."
"I don't understand why people back then would set up a communication hub here. But now it's all abandoned, even the equipment has been destroyed by the homeless."
"I see…" Wang Hao seemed to understand.
