Trade

"All the rooms looked the same. Four walls corresponded to four passages, perfectly square, with wooden crates everywhere... I had already passed through five consecutive passages, yet I couldn't see any changes.

Almost a minute had passed, and the Cloth Strip Person had remained behind me the entire time. Whenever I stopped, I could hear its footsteps.

I couldn't rush...

The key wasn't whether I would be caught, nor was it how many goods I could take away.

It was whether I could figure out the 'correct route.'

Since everything about it was related to cloth strips, perhaps the answer lay in the strips pasted all over this place. I needed to find the pattern among them."

Just as Luo Di focused on escaping,

a wave of black aura suddenly seeped from his missing right eye. Although no eyeball had formed, several black tentacles clung to the surface of his eye socket.

A broken, intermittent voice came through:

"This... dead... merchant dared to touch me... The arrows should be... there, right?"

As it spoke,

symbols resembling arrows appeared across Luo Di's retina again, though they were no longer clear and flickered in and out of view.

This would save him the time of trial and error, as well as the need to think. If he simply followed the arrows, there was a high probability that he could escape directly.

Even if he still failed to get away in the end, Luo Di had another trump card up his sleeve.

Luo Di tried speaking further with the eyeball. "Hey! Can you see through these wooden crates for me? Maybe I can take some good stuff out."

"Idiot... I'm... weak. Escape quickly. Very dangerous."

"Fine."

Following the eyeball's guidance, he passed through ten compartments in succession.

Luo Di finally saw a different