Chapter 66.1 Crazy Love Season
In the bustling marketplace, Wen Shi seemed to be cut off from the world. After the child finished speaking, everyone around fell silent.
Ji Yuanzhi asked a thought-provoking question, “What if no customers came here?”
A’Sang glanced at Wen Shi’s eight candidates.
Last night, they were too focused on the idea of gaining wealth that they didn’t pay attention to the little kid. But A’Sang’s words just now really shocked the candidates. A normal child wouldn’t talk about a ruthless money-making strategy using such innocent words.
The deformed man at the front silently pointed at his old straw shoes. They were all known as struggling families from Sealed Coffin Village.
A’Sang became quiet this time.
He wiped his face with his sleeve, making sure he looked clean. “I can’t possibly not have a market.”
He looked at his small build, but since he ate crystals all year long, it easily created the illusion of robust health and freshness. A’Sang was sure he could catch a big fish for his dad!
“What a tender little child!”
Just at that moment, a chubby person in silk walked through numerous stalls and immediately noticed the child with the stalk of straw in his hair. The chubby person wore a small black hat adorned with countless embroidered copper coins on the golden silk, resembling numerous eyes.
A’Sang’s expression changed in an instant, and his watery eyes looked at Wen Shi. “No, don’t sell me.”
Wen Shi crouched down and hugged him, putting on a reluctant look. In a voice only he could hear, he said, “Pretending not to want to sell can raise the price, but you’re already trying to snatch his money pouch. There’s no need for that.”
A’Sang’s mouth opened slightly, finding it really logical!
Rising again, Wen Shi’s tone turned cold. “Five hundred.”
The chubby person’s small eyes shifted. “Deal.”
Wen Shi pushed A’Sang forward directly. “Done.”
Having made a big profit, the person with the big nose sniffed and confirmed that the child smelled like human flesh. The chubby person no longer doubted, paid the money, and left with A’Sang.
Wen Shi gazed at the banknotes in his hand. They were slightly different from what the host had given him, lacking the textured pattern in the upper right corner.
He sneered. “Counterfeit money.”
But it didn’t matter, considering it as the chubby person’s payment for his life.
Wen Shi made a gesture toward a corner, and a slender, dark figure disappeared around the street corner. He then tore up the counterfeit money. “Let’s go, first let’s take care of the remaining transactions.”
Liu Yun: “Not waiting for everyone to gather?”
Wen Shi waved his hand to indicate it was fine. A’Sang had a communication device on him, allowing them to stay connected at any time.
Furthermore, he had just sent the Wandering Corpse to follow along. It was not that he was afraid of ten thousand things, but he was cautious of the unexpected. With the Wandering Corpse protecting in the shadows, Wen Shi could be completely at ease.
Before they set off, the deformed man murmured, “Counterfeit money isn’t totally useless.”
He was still feeling sorry about the torn counterfeit money.
“Starting with me, I’ll resist counterfeit money,” Wen Shi said with a serious expression.
The deformed man looked at Liu Yun and Ji Yuanzhi with an indescribable expression.
Liu Yun: “His acts of good deeds would take forty minutes to recount.”
“……”
Before leaving, Ji Yuanzhi looked at the girl who had lost her wheelchair. She waved forcefully, “Don’t worry about me.”
She’d rather crawl out than mix with this group of people again.
Ji Yuanzhi didn’t insist this time, respecting her wishes.
On the other side.
Nearly a risk-free deal for acquiring a child, the chubby person joyfully left with A’Sang. But his joy turned sour soon after, as he caught the attention of some ill-intentioned gazes. They quietly trailed behind him.
To avoid suspicion while using counterfeit money, the chubby person dressed like a rural wealthy person. Consequently, this also attracted some other troubles.
He turned and entered a dark alley, aware that he had encountered robbers. Anyone daring to rob wealth in the Ghost Market had to be skilled. The chubby person made a quick decision, “How about we share this kid and eat him? Each of us goes our own way.”
The followers didn’t want a fight either. “Fine, but we get the upper half of his body.”
Everything else aside, the chubby person particularly enjoyed eating brain matters. Just as he was about to negotiate further, he suddenly noticed the child was gone from his sight.
Where was the kid?
The chubby person and the robbers looked around.
“Here.”
A’Sang considerately answered their confusion. He had somehow climbed up the wall and, while speaking, jumped down with force, swinging a bowl downwards vertically.
The child’s movements were as quick as lightning. Not only could human eyes not catch them, even ghostly eyes couldn’t. Just a ‘smack,’ and the chubby person was hit on the spot. Blood and brain matter splattered, reaching even the camera lens of the person sneaking a shot from behind. The cameraman’s legs went weak, nearly causing him to kneel.
The small gang of robbers immediately started running.
In terms of speed, A’Sang had never been defeated. Thud, thud, thud… The gang members didn’t even have time to let out a scream of agony. Their wails got stuck in their throats, and in an instant, their heads were smashed open.
This time, A’Sang was careful with his strikes. Except for the slight mishap with the chubby person, he ensured only the tops of their skulls were shattered.
A’Sang suddenly looked towards the corner.
A slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows. It was the Wandering Corpse.
“Together,” A’Sang’s perception was exceptionally sharp. He had sensed the presence of the Wandering Corpse long ago. He beckoned him over. “You have long nails. I’ll break their organs and entrails out from their skulls. You do the second cleaning.”
The chubby person was a corpse monster, belonging to the category of general malevolent creature. His body organs were relatively intact.
The Wandering Corpse walked over dazedly. He enjoyed doing delicate tasks, like playing musical instruments. While he might not play well, his advantage lay in having steady hands.
In the dim alley, the zombie duo, Little Bun and Brain-Digger, cooperated perfectly in their division of labor.
Midway, A’Sang quickly climbed up the trunk of a mulberry tree, picked a few fresh leaves, then squeezed a crystal in his hand, instantly turning the sturdy crystal into powder. Wrapped in the fresh green leaves, A’Sang made sure it was properly sealed. He gestured to the Wandering Corpse, signaling him to lower his head. “Ah—”
The Wandering Corpse, who had always followed Wen Shi’s orders, obeyed A’Sang’s request for some unknown reason and opened his mouth.
One piece after another, A’Sang fed him while imparting his own philosophy, “Save every morsel of food.”
Last night, A’Sang had thought for a long time and realized something: if he couldn’t finished his meal, he could still feed others.
After a busy session, half an hour later, A’Sang and the Wandering Corpse left the dark alley, leaving behind only a stench of blood. The Wandering Corpse had five relatively intact pieces of human skin draped over his hands. In the slang of the Ghost Market, these were called “corpse shells.”
The attention of many was drawn to the odd pair—one big and one small. A’Sang appeared harmless, but the Wandering Corpse’s excessively long sharp nails were a clear indicator that he wasn’t a regular person. A’Sang was about to contact Wen Shi when the Wandering Corpse gestured in a particular direction.
The crowd surged, not far ahead, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi pretended to casually follow a customer.
Ji Yuanzhi was skilled at assessing people, which was related to his mysterious second skill. He accurately picked a relatively vulnerable customer among the visitors of the Ghost Market.
Liu Yun and her match were some distance away, responsible for observing the surroundings.
The deformed man, who hadn’t seen much of the world, asked, “Are we going to rob them?”
No one answered him.
Ji Yuanzhi had assumed Wen Shi was also considering this plan. He reminded them, “This person doesn’t seem wealthy.”
Wen Shi educated him, “We’re here to sell reasonably. How can we think about empty-handed gains?”
Ji Yuanzhi glanced at the wheelchair he was pushing and had an instant realization within 0.001 seconds. “You mean…”
Wen Shi nodded firmly. “To make wheelchairs marketable, we first have to create demand.”
With that, he raised an eyebrow. “Let’s go, Dad.”
“……”
The Ghost Market visitor they had targeted had a face covered in pustules. Their belt was made of a string of skulls, almost blatantly declaring their otherworldly nature.
Dealing with these overly ostentatious creatures was easier. Ji Yuanzhi activated his【Illusion】skill, redirecting the attention of those within a ten-meter radius to an inconspicuous corner. There originally lay a basket for trash, but now, in their eyes, it seemed like it held some sparkling treasure.
While locking onto the target, Ji Yuanzhi skillfully avoided his teammates and their candidates, conserving points.
“Quick,” Wen Shi shouted, signaling Liu Yun behind him.
Acting faster than rational thought, Liu Yun expertly whipped out his long whip, precisely cracking the monster’s knee bone. At the same time, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi pushed the wheelchair and swiftly ran to the next intersection to continue their sales pitch.
Seeing this, Liu Yun quickly hid to the side.
The illusion faded, and the monster initially appeared dazed, then its legs gave out, causing it to fall to the ground.
Struggling to rise, the monster’s gaze fell upon the whip marks etched into its knees, fueling its anger as it scanned its surroundings with intensity.r Who the hell dared to ambush him?
The monster clenched its teeth and walked to the next intersection, spotting a wheelchair vendor’s stall. Without hesitation, it paid and bought one.
It was not surprising that the monster didn’t think too much about it. Who could have guessed that someone in the Ghost Market would break a customer’s leg to sell a wheelchair?
A’Sang, positioned ten meters behind, remained unaffected by the illusion. With too many people around, he had climbed up a pole to witness the scene clearly.
“Learned, I’ve learned it,” A’Sang admired Wen Shi.
Dad really is the most formidable.
A’Sang couldn’t wait to join Wen Shi with the Wandering Corpse. He spoke eagerly, “Dad, I want to sell crutches too.”
He pointed to the crutch made from a corpse monster’s leg bone in his hand.
Suddenly, a woman passing by stretched her neck from several meters away and asked, “How much do you sell this thing?”
The terrifying appearance didn’t frighten the Wandering Corpse at all. He didn’t quite understand. Because he was holding corpse shells, he extended a finger.
“Five for a hundred, deal?”
The Wandering Corpse stood stiffly in place, still extending that single finger.
The woman laughed, “You want to sell these few shells for a thousand? Get lost.”
The Wandering Corpse displayed no other emotions. Seeing he had no intention of lowering the price, the woman added, “A thousand it is.”
The Ghost Gate were about to open, and her old enemy might appear. She needed a few shells for disguises.
A’Sang pointed at Wen Shi. “Give the money to him.”
The woman was relatively honest, paying with genuine currency. After settling the transaction, she promptly left.
A’Sang looked at the Wandering Corpse seriously. “So, you’re actually the best at doing business in our family.”
The Wandering Corpse nodded sluggishly.
Wen Shi hadn’t paid much attention to the Wandering Corpse before, but now he noticed that his hair had grown a bit longer, and his skin had darkened in color. The Ghost Market was full of impurities. It seemed he might have encountered something. Wen Shi immediately opened the attribute panel to check.
【Type: Wandering Corpse
Current Rank: Low-Level Monster
Rationality Value: 6
Loyalty: 6
IQ: 82
Additionally, your Wandering Corpse has a difficult-to-discuss secret.】
Upgraded? All the values have increased.
Wen Shi: “Aren’t you supposed to lose more hair as you grow stronger? Why is your fur even thicker?”
The Wandering Corpse didn’t respond.
Wen Shi looked at A’Sang, who said, “I fed him, but something’s odd.”
A’Sang furrowed his brows. “He ate more than I imagined.”
These crystals were difficult to absorb. Even ordinary monsters would reach their limit after eating two or three. The Wandering Corpse shook his head after eating the fifth one, indicating he was full.
Upon hearing this, Wen Shi quietly brought up the matter of the mutated pomegranate seed. “Perhaps he’s carrying something inside his stomach…”
He didn’t finish speaking before seeing his loyalty drop to 5.5 points.
Wen Shi: “……”
Blaming myself for my loose tongue.
The Wandering Corpse suddenly spoke, speaking his first words of the day, “Sleep.”
He needed a short-term rest.
The Wandering Corpse also held grudges. Fearing that his loyalty would continue to drop if they stayed in the current situation, Wen Shi decisively complied with his request for retreat.
Beside them, A’Sang felt a momentary chill in his chest. He looked down to find the big eyeball gazing thoughtfully at where the Wandering Corpse had disappeared. After a while, those pondering emotions in the eye receded, leaving behind a hint of confusion, as if he had experienced a mid-memory lapse, as if he had become someone else.
…All so strange and peculiar.
A’Sang shook his head, handed the money bag from the chubby man to Wen Shi, who inspected it. Not a single genuine bill was inside. He cursed the stingy man, then added, “Let’s get the task done first.”
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