However, Chen Ming had another question: "Why do you trust that I can save you? Don't tell me it's based on my appearance."
Uncle Mao let out a bitter laugh: "To be honest, I'm really quite afraid of you, but I have no choice, really just desperate for help. This godforsaken place doesn't see outsiders for years, I can only rely on you."
Chen Ming thought to himself, he had disguised himself quite well, so how could he constantly be thought of as a good person?
"I remember you said I'm the first person you've saved in more than half a year, what about before that?"
Uncle Mao suddenly recalled past events, a flash of fear crossing his eyes: "The last time there was a distress signal from nearby Superspace. I went to bring the people back; they were disturbed by the virtual spirits from Superspace and ran into the clouds, just like you. In total, seven or eight survived, and the worst injury was a severed arm."
