Old Ghosthead, who was minding the stall, had it filled almost entirely with items from the Yellow Springs Black Water River. Qin Jiuge looked left and right but found nothing worth noticing.
There were Other Shore Flowers, Yellow Springs River Water, and other porcelain bowls, their surfaces marred with cracks and their sides still smeared with dust from within.
Beyond that, there were quite a few Ancient Talismans, each of them looking bizarre and extraordinary.
Yet his business had always been the best. So many people were willing to come here—where was the sense in that?
"Heh."
Old Ghosthead let out a cold laugh.
Clearly, he had not been intimidated by the two of them. He even had the leisure to continue, "Buy if you want to buy. If not, get lost. Even if you wiped out this Black Market entirely, it would be of little use against an old fellow like me. At worst, I'll just change locations and continue doing Black Market business, won't I?"
"So, Treasure Fatty, don't put on that mysterious act in front of me."
Old Ghosthead gave not the slightest bit of face. Treasure Scatterer sighed, but no longer kept up his displeased expression. Instead, he slowly said, "Name your price. Take out everything on your stall related to this Sweet Dew Bottle."
"I've treated you sincerely, so you'd better give me an honest price, boy. Don't play any tricks here."
Treasure Scatterer narrowed his eyes and continued in a deep voice.
In their line of work, nine out of ten things were fake. As for that last genuine item, it was usually mixed in by accident when they were not paying attention. Strictly speaking, everything was half-true and half-false.
They were practically all swindlers. Only old acquaintances could gain a little advantage here;