A spectacular and eerie performance, coupled with a story that sounded incredibly real and believable, left most people without any suspicion of the Fierce Ghost merchant before them.
Even because of this interlude, the dozen or so customers who crowded around began excitedly picking out items from the stall.
According to the Fierce Ghost Dwarf, these were the treasured relics from the tomb of a "Qi Refining Realm cultivator," a rare find indeed.
Under normal circumstances, Tao Qian should have left by now.
After all, the place reeked, the cries of those disgusting strange insects had just ceased, and he had a slight conflict with the Fierce Ghost Dwarf.
But Tao Qian's feet seemed nailed to the ground, unmoving.
His golden vertical pupils watched the Fierce Ghost wiping its mouth corner and comforting its belly, his thoughts spinning a few times, faintly guessing the creature's condition.
Its claims were half-truth, half-false.
