C742 The Ghost of Home

"It's me. I'm here..." I hastily replied. It was Black Grandpa's voice. At the critical moment, Black Grandpa came back. Hearing his voice, I almost cried tears of joy.

The force that had attracted me to run forward suddenly weakened, and my body regained control.

I was as if I had been granted amnesty. I ran in the direction of Black Grandpa's voice and staggered for a while