"Dear host, we've run into the baby's nest!"

Jia Xitong patted his body, somewhat excited. (cascoo.net)

If we could find all the treasures, wouldn't we become incredibly wealthy in one trip?

Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting did not immediately express his opinion, as he felt that this matter was not as simple as she imagined.

really

Jia Xitong ran around the night market with the compass, searching for countless spots, but the eight-turn treasure-hunting compass seemed to be on fire and just wouldn't stop.

Is it because there are too many treasures around, or is the treasure hunt compass broken?

She turned around to speak to Shang Yanting, but almost bumped into a gaunt middle-aged man behind her.

"Excuse me."

Jia Xitong apologized to him, but the man's gaze fell on the magical artifact she was holding, and he snorted coldly.

Jia Xitong paused in her steps.

She looked at the middle-aged man in the gray brocade robe and said politely, "What are you humming about?"

"Night markets are places where you have to rely on your skills, eyesight, and real expertise to find treasures. I don't know where you got your treasure-hunting tools, but you're actually using them here."

The middle-aged man, with a lecturing tone and a hint of superiority, said to her, "Young people should be down-to-earth and not engage in such crooked practices. The most unique feature of Changkun Xuzhou is that all treasure-hunting artifacts are unusable here. If you're looking for treasure with this little thing, you've come to the wrong place."

No wonder the Eight-Turn Treasure Hunting Wheel spins so fast; it's not that there are many treasures, but that they are being blocked.

Jia Xitong was about to put the compass away with some regret when the middle-aged cultivator called out to her, "Young Daoist, may I take a look at this treasure-hunting artifact in your hand?"

Look at her magical artifacts?

If a complete stranger suddenly wants to see your things, you obviously can't give them to them.

Jia Xitong smiled slightly at him, "I'm sorry, we don't display our own things to the public."

"Wait a minute. I'm just looking around, I won't steal from you, there's no need to be so defensive."

The middle-aged cultivator persisted, even taking a few steps to block her path, saying, "Besides, if you really want it, it's all about bartering here, you won't lose out."

His words attracted many passersby to come and see what was going on.

Seeing that she was just a seemingly soft and delicate young girl, the middle-aged cultivator leaned forward even closer. Just then, a cold, angry voice came from behind him, "I already said I won't exchange it if you don't look at it, didn't you understand?"

Shang Yanting was right behind him.

The middle-aged cultivator's short stature only reached his chin; looking up at him made him appear a head shorter.

At the same time, Shang Yanting's unfathomable cultivation level put him under even more pressure.

The middle-aged cultivator immediately fell silent. He stepped back slightly and quietly slipped away into the crowd.

Jia Xitong put the treasure into the talisman, then stuffed the talisman containing the treasure into the innermost bag. "The people here are quite fierce."

I encountered people trying to force me to buy something as soon as I entered.

"It's a mixed bag, and some oddballs are not worth paying attention to."

Shang Yanting commented on this.

Weird.

Jia Xitong nodded in agreement.

"Dear host, let's go check out these shops!"

Even though the treasure map is unusable, we still have to explore the area.

Not caring about gains and losses,

Without considering the consequences.

I feel especially relaxed when I'm out with Jia Xitong.

They hadn't gone far when they ran into the local uncle who had helped with the engraving that afternoon. He was busy during the day and was sitting on a small stool, idly dozing off.

"Uncle, you're still setting up your stall."

When Jia Xitong leaned closer, she startled the older man.

"Why not set up a stall?"

The middle-aged man sat up and glanced at her. "Does the customer want something engraved again?"

"No."

Jia Xitong shook her head. "I just came here to join in the fun. Uncle, are you a local?"

"Um."

He nodded.

"Do you know what's worth buying at this night market? I want to buy some things to take back as gifts, but I'm worried about being ripped off by vendors who sell things to people from out of town."

The stall owner looked up upon hearing this.

He looked Jia Xitong up and down and saw that she didn't seem like someone who was short of money at all.

However, he got annoyed by the questions and then said, "Buy the scroll."

"Scroll?"

When Jia Xitong first heard of this kind of thing, the name sounded a bit like a plastic toy.

"Hmm, a scroll."

He nodded. "It's a tradition passed down through generations. Everyone used to make it. It's an even more authentic traditional thing than Dongjie Stone."

However, this thing had no practical use, and outsiders didn't like it. Later, the scroll painting became less popular, and fewer and fewer people made it.

It's an unpopular subject.

The main characteristic is that they don't sell very well.

If they can't be sold, the price will be very low.

It has local characteristics, heritage, and is very inexpensive, perfectly meeting Jia Xitong's criteria for bringing gifts.

"Dear host, let's buy the scroll paintings!"

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The so-called "rolled picture" was actually made of fish skin.

The scales were cleaned off a whole piece of fish skin, and then large, strange patterns were made on it. The patterns were incomprehensible and were called "roll patterns" because two straw ropes were threaded through the top and bottom of the fish skin.

The correct way is to roll it into a tube and then hang it up.

Jia Xitong walked around for a long time before finally finding a stall selling mainly rolled-up pictures.

At first glance, this scroll of images looks strange.

The second impression—uniquely ugly.

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