She couldn't help but wonder if there were other time travelers here as well.
Wang Yue listened to her words and became curious.
"What kind of technique?"
Qin Luo pointed to the stall owner's hand, which was frantically printing.
"Printing technology, don't you think it's rare?"
Wang Yue probably comes here so often that he's seen so many things that he doesn't find anything strange about it.
"This is very common here; it's not just this one company that does it! But I don't think I've ever seen it done outside..."
Qin Luo felt incredibly stupid. He had waited for so long without even taking a proper look at the differences here!
All they know is fighting! They're really going further and further down the path of brute force.
While she was reminiscing, the stall owner had already handed the printed papers to a lame old man.
"Send a message before dawn, and go immediately!"
Looking at the old man who moved with a shuffling gait, Qin Luo couldn't help but wonder if he was a messenger who had finally found his way home.
At this moment, Wang Yue shared the same thought as her. Qin Luo exchanged a glance with him and asked the question that had been bothering her.
"Hey big guy, are you sure you didn't get the stall wrong?"
If it were before, Wang Yue would have dared to pat his chest and guarantee that he would never have misremembered.
But now he can't guarantee it anymore.
"I don't think so! Look, ever since we entered the area around the stalls, those people who wanted to snatch the baby haven't dared to come forward. They only dare not act recklessly at the letter seeker's stall, and besides, he didn't take the gold first..."
His tone wasn't very certain, so Qin Luo could only turn her gaze to the stall owner who was picking at his hands.
He appeared to be quite young and somewhat socially awkward, but outwardly he acted aloof and unapproachable.
Thinking she should test him, she walked up to the stall owner.
Pointing to his carving knife, he began to weave.
"Your skills are good, but this carving knife is no good; it doesn't allow you to unleash your true potential!"
The stall owner was a carving enthusiast who rarely interacted with people.
His family also protected him very well; he was born and raised in the city.
Yet it remained pure and untainted, never tainted by the evil desires of this place.
Even after his parents passed away, the elders in the clan spoke highly of his craftsmanship.
Only at the stall can its maximum value be realized!
Then, he was ruthlessly thrown here to guard the stall!
He stayed there for three months and witnessed scenes he had never seen before.
In his eyes, this place was nothing short of hell—no, it was hell itself.
Because of his young age, no one knew his identity at first.
Other stall owners would also come over from time to time to tease him.
Sometimes I'd give him roasted, fragrant meat to eat, and sometimes I'd deliberately add seasoning to his water.
Some men and women always approach him with ill intentions, hoping to use him to establish a connection with the letter seekers.
They would no longer be bullied or beaten in the city, since the letter seeker occupied the most central position in the black market.
It's not just because they're good at finding people, but because their ancestors were skilled at it in the early days of the city's founding.
They followed the first city lord and built the current black market.
The city lords changed one after another, but the letter seeker's position never moved an inch.
There were also those who considered themselves superior, wanting to test their limits.
Before the stall could even be overturned, the man was chopped into several pieces…
The stall owner looked at Qin Luo and felt that she was different from the others who had come looking for trouble before.
She can appreciate her own craftsmanship and can also see that the carving tools are not quite right for her.
If Qin Luo knew his thoughts, she would definitely thank Qin Yunyang in her heart.
After all, poor students have a lot of stationery; what he sculpts are all odd and unrecognizable, but he has one set of carving knives after another.
They even said that a good work of art needs a carving knife.
Using the carving knife repeatedly is disrespectful to the artwork; it's utterly absurd...
The stall owner picked up his carving knife, which had become very thin; it was a gift from his mother.
He's used it for many years and he's always been reluctant to replace it.
Currently, it can only be carved on relatively soft materials; anything slightly harder will break.
Seeing him staring blankly at the carving knife, Qin Luo pulled out a scalpel and handed it to him.
“I don’t have a carving knife, but I can give you this. It’s very sharp, but you can’t use it for carving. If there’s an opportunity in the future, I can let you get to know my brother. He has a lot of carving knives!”
The stall owner took the scalpel and gently manipulated it with his thumb.
Immediately, his finger was cut and blood flowed freely.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Luo and Wang Yue were surrounded by people who seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Upon seeing this, the stall owner immediately shouted for the crowd to leave.
"Get out!"
The moment the words left his mouth, he vanished without a trace.
Qin Luo and Wang Yue both wondered if they had just hallucinated.
Seeing the two people freeze in shock, the stall owner put down the scalpel.
He walked around the stall to the front of the two people and nodded slightly in apology.
"I'm sorry, they are my people. People used to tease me, so the elders of my tribe sent them to protect me..."
His voice trailed off as he spoke, as if he were somewhat ashamed.
Qin Luo and Wang Yue were now certain that they had indeed been surrounded.
Although both were inwardly shocked, they remained outwardly calm.
"It's alright, it's alright!"
After Qin Luo confirmed that the stall owner's family was quite powerful,
He wondered if he could make some acquaintances with her, since Wu Hua was still weak.
If they really encountered some local tyrant, she and Wang Yue would have a hard time dealing with them.
They could hide in their own space, but what about Wang Yue? They couldn't just abandon him and leave him to fend for himself!
Since there's a shortcut right in front of us, why not take it?
In order to ensure her safety in the city these days, she took out a pill and handed it to the stall owner.
"Crush it and sprinkle it on the wound!"
The stall owner seemed quite unsuspecting towards her and was about to take the pills...
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