Luo Chuan felt like one of those advertisement hosts on television.
Hype... ahem, introducing his products.
How good they were, how powerful their functions were, how absolutely affordable the prices were.
In short, buying them meant no losses, no deception—buying them was earning.
It was as if he were sweet-talking old uncles and aunties.
Though saying that seemed a little unfair. After all, Origin Mall's products truly offered excellent value for money.
Luo Chuan finished his introduction.
Just as he had expected, he still received no response.
The Shadow Dwellers gathered around seemed not to see him at all, instead beginning to discuss things among themselves.
"So this is merchandise."
"Merchandise should be purchasable, right?"
"But we don't know the price."
"He will tell us..."
Luo Chuan felt like an outsider, completely unable to blend into the Shadow Dwellers' group.
Without the slightest exaggeration.
They were definitely the most difficult group of customers he had ever encountered.
Still, he did not care too much.
No matter what, they were merely customers.
Luo Chuan yawned.
He rubbed his stomach.
So hungry.
He missed the breakfast Yao Ziyan made.
Over here, the Shadow Dwellers' discussion, which had continued for several minutes, finally came to an end.
They all "looked" at Luo Chuan in perfect unison.
They seemed to be waiting for what he would say next.
Luo Chuan was rather helpless. Could you not synchronize yourselves so perfectly?
Of course, Luo Chuan also knew that this might simply be a racial trait.
Like those sea demons who spent all day foolishly laughing.
At last, the Shadow Dweller who had played Dou Dizhu earlier stepped forward, inscriptions flickering around its body.
"...Buy... how... buy?"
Luo Chuan was first stunned, then deeply moved.
So they could communicate after all.
He let out a soft