"Sir, you are so kind. This is the most popular style of magical weapon in the hands of spiritualists. I only have one here. If you like it, I can give you a discount."
The vendor was so passionate about what he said that he wanted to praise the things in his hands to the utmost.
Zixun's eyes twitched. This guy was taking advantage of them! How come he didn't know the spiritualist had this thing in his hands?
The vendor saw five people looking at him strangely, and he touched his face unconsciously with his fingers. There must be something on his face!
"Sir, do you want more?"
The street vendor didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, as the person in front of him seemed difficult to deal with.
"Xiaobao, let's go!"
Qin Yue put down the thing in his hand and turned away. A replica of a magic weapon was not worthy of being in Xiaobao's hands.
After he could no longer see anyone, the vendor lifted the cloth at both ends of the table, quickly tied a knot, picked up the table and ran away.
Oh my god! He actually dared to speak so arrogantly in front of the spiritualist. It seems that it is not suitable to set up a stall today. It is better to leave!
The people next to the vendor sneered, thinking that this guy was sensible. If he had really sold the things to those people just now, he would be very lucky if he didn't get skinned alive today.
The group stopped in front of a small stall again. There were some handicrafts on it. The stall owner was an old woman in her sixties. Her hands, which were inadvertently exposed, were full of traces of weathering.
Ye Xin took a fancy to a lace-woven tiger hat and excitedly asked Qin Yue to put it on her.
The big hat makes Ye Xin's head look even smaller, and her little face is red, like a juicy fresh fruit, making people want to take a bite.
Zi Qi and the other two also said that it looked good. Qin Yue couldn't help but glance sideways at her usual appearance.
Could it be that these three people were switched? They actually praised others.
"Is there anything else Xiaobao likes?"
Qin Yue picked up a pair of velvet flower hairpins, looked at them for a while, and inserted the hairpins into Ye Xin's hair.
Seeing the playful little man suddenly turn into a little lady, Qin Yue nodded and said, "That's it."
Ye Xin conjured up a water mirror and looked at the person in the mirror with satisfaction. The stall owner was quite skillful.
Qin Yue took out a mysterious spirit bead and said, "Old man, we want all these things. Please pack them up if you have any trouble!"
The old woman carefully took the Xuanling Pearl and said, "Customer, you can buy my stall with this. I really can't find money here!"
Qin Yue said nonchalantly, "It's okay, you don't need to change it, just remember to exchange it later."
This is an unwritten rule of the market. Ordinary people can exchange spirit beads for equivalent spirit coins from the spirit masters on duty after receiving them. This way, they don't have to worry about being targeted after leaving.
If you are really worried, you can spend a little money to erase your scent, so that no one can find you.
The old woman put the things away with trembling hands. With this thing, her little daughter could buy better body-building herbs.
"Guest, these are some worthless trinkets. I hope you will accept them."
The old woman packed in all the trinkets she hadn’t put out yet, and what she opened today would last her for half a year.
Qin Yue took the things. She didn't care as long as her little baby liked them.
When they walked out of the market, they heard a commotion. They looked in the direction of the sound and found a little boy kneeling there begging for skills.
There was a man lying next to him. His chest was no longer moving, and it was obvious that he had been dead for a while.
The boy couldn't help sobbing softly, with a tattered piece of cloth in front of him. It was vaguely seen that he wanted to ask everyone for some money to buy medicine.
There was also a broken bowl on top of the rags, with a few coins vaguely visible inside.
At this time, a plump woman was standing in front of him. The woman tried her best to persuade him that she would pay for his father's burial, but the prerequisite was that he had to sell himself to their family.
But the little boy didn't believe that his father was dead. He just kept kowtowing and begging the plump woman in front of him to give him some money to buy medicine, just a little bit would be enough.
The woman was annoyed by what she was saying, so she waved the handkerchief in her hand and walked away angrily.
This person might be mentally ill. He won't listen to anything I say.
The onlookers couldn't bear it and advised him to go see his father and let him accept the reality.
The little boy didn't know if he was dizzy, but he walked straight over and lifted the sheet off the man.
As soon as it was opened, the foul smell hit everyone's nose and the crowd of onlookers jumped three feet high.
My goodness, this doesn't look like it just died! It's almost growing back.
Now the people around were afraid to look anymore, and they ran away faster than each other, wishing they didn't have such eyes.
The little boy came to his senses and looked at the bed sheet in his hand in disbelief. He pursed his lips, tears rolled down his cheeks, and a heart-wrenching cry was heard.
Passersby couldn't bear it and collected some money and gave it to the little boy.
"Kid, hurry up and bury your father! Otherwise, if you delay any longer, your father will soon turn into bones."
The little boy looked at the receding figure with tearful eyes, opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything to ask the person to stay.
Zi Shao followed his wife's instructions, took a few taels of silver and put them into the little boy's broken bowl, then shook his head and left.
The next day, the group still went out to do some shopping with great enthusiasm. They had browsed for new things yesterday, and today they were going to prepare food for the secret realm.
When passing by the exit of yesterday's market, Qin Yue was unexpectedly stopped by someone.
"Madam, madam, please wait."
Qin Yue stopped and looked at the person chasing after him with some surprise. It was the little boy they had given money to last night.
The little boy washed his face today, unlike yesterday's sloppy appearance. He wore a half-worn coarse cloth suit and looked at the group of people uncomfortably.
Qin Yue tilted her head back slightly and squinted her eyes to look at the person who came.
"Is there anything else?"
Jiang Weitian gritted his teeth and stated his purpose in one breath.
"Madam, my father has been buried today. I owe you all the money you gave me yesterday. I have nothing to repay you with except my own life. I hope you will give me a chance to serve you."
Hearing this, Ye Xin couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This guy is quite clever! So many people helped him, but he didn't thank them. Today, he came here to block them, and shamelessly said that he wanted to repay them.
Yesterday, a woman asked him to sell himself but he refused. Later, when he met them, he actually offered to be loyal to them.
Everyone knows the purpose of this. It's nothing more than reading too many picture books and delusionally hoping that one day an immortal will take a fancy to him and he will be able to soar to the sky.
Ye Xin really wanted to go out and check the almanac. Why did she always run into this kind of person who was morally blackmailing her? If she helped him for a while, she would have to be responsible for him for the rest of his life.
She turned her head away speechlessly. She had seen too many people using moral blackmail to get into trouble, and now she was really disgusted by it.
Qin Yue's expression turned cold, and she spat out two words on her frosty face, "No need."
Jiang Weitian couldn't help but clench his fists and kneel down in front of Ye Xin.
"Young lady, I have nowhere else to go. Please help me!"
Jiang Weitian put his dignity on the line. Whether he could follow this group of people depended on this little girl.
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