A few more days passed.
While everyone was watching Jiang Qiao's movements closely, Jiang Qiao released a message through the inn:
"Ghost medicine."
"Large quantities of ghost medicine. I'll take as much as you have."
This news wasn't surprising. Ten Thousand Ghost Forest produced ghost medicine, so the people who came here were either merchants buying ghost medicine or adventurers gathering it.
However, Jiang Qiao's identity was already clear. He was a living Awakened.
What did he want ghost medicine for?
Living humans couldn't consume this stuff. If he intended to resell it, a living human coming to the Death Realm to do business in ghost medicine would be a one-of-a-kind sight.
But no matter how much they speculated, no one came to trade with Jiang Qiao.
Ghost medicine was hard currency.
Everyone had established channels for selling it, along with merchants they cooperated with. Although the Death Realm wasn't hostile toward living humans, their identities were ultimately different, and no one wanted to deal with a living human.
Besides.
This fellow called Gan Ba was incredibly powerful. What if he preyed on other criminals?
Even the inn would have to swallow the loss in silence.
How much weight did you carry?
How dare you trade with him?
In a lawless place like Ten Thousand Ghost Forest, trust was extremely precious. No one would easily trust anyone else—that was simply courting death. Thus, every merchant needed time to prove their reliability.
Several more days passed.
No one came to sell ghost medicine. Even after Jiang Qiao raised the price, no one paid him any attention.
He didn't care.
He was merely looking for an excuse.
To tell others why he had come here.
That was enough.
More importantly, it gave him an opening to investigate further and eased the locals'