"You charge money for looking at the items too?" Chen Fei glanced at the shopkeeper, shaking his head slightly. In this eerie city, it seemed that everything was a facade, and all kindness was merely a disguise.
The true purpose was always to gain the essence and lifespan from those who entered, to absorb everything that could be taken.
"Our shop has always been like this; I hope sir won't make things difficult for us," the shopkeeper said, his face filled with greed. His eyes seemed eager to tear and strip Chen Fei alive.
The shop's front door was not closed, but there was a seal blocking the way. To leave, Chen Fei had to break this seal.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Chen Fei gently shook the copper coins in his hand, creating a crisp sound.
"Did you hear the sound of money?" Chen Fei asked the shopkeeper.
"Of course, I heard it," the shopkeeper replied. His gaze was fixed on Chen Fei's hand, and his greed was no longer concealed.
