Xue Fanxin came to a small stall that sold stone sculptures. There were all kinds of sculptures on display, including flowers, animals, patterns, and even humans.
The stall owner did not shout like the others. Instead, he sat there and carved. The stone sculpture in his hand was half done. Even if there was a potential customer, he did not look up.
"Owner, how much is your stone carving?" Xue Fanxin had noticed this stall's abnormality. Coupled with the fact that his stone carving was lifelike, she came to take a look.
Every one of those stone sculptures was beautiful as if they were real. Every detail had been handled quite perfectly. Such craftsmanship was not something ordinary people could possess.
But those who could come to Ghost Street were not ordinary people either.
"One million ghost coins each." The owner named a price without raising his head, still focused on carving the stone sculpture.
