"Stop playing dead, you worthless wretch!"
The stall owner kicked the little girl, cursing viciously as he did so.
The girl must have been hurt by the kick, her brow furrowed noticeably, yet she still curled up on the ground without moving.
"I'll buy her for six silver money, consider it an act of charity. If she survives, great; if not, it's my tough luck," Qin Niu said to the stall owner.
There was no helping it, his wife was just too kind-hearted. After seeing the little girl kicked, she had to argue with the stall owner.
The black market had its own rules.
And such matters were beyond anyone's control.
There were at least a thousand slaves confined within the market, and new ones were brought in every day.
Even in times of peace, not to mention in times of chaos, there were still many who suffered.
"You agreed on ten silver money, why have you suddenly dropped the price so much?" the stall owner grumbled.
