The Deadly Dilemma on the Train
"Not really," Xu Huo said. "It just came to mind."
Dong Jingxuan didn't seem to mind. Instead, he was very interested in Xu Huo's item.
"Your item seems to be alive," he said. "This is the first time I've seen a real living item."
Living items weren't like the painted woman or Mr. Dong, who had complete human forms or could imitate human life. They were items embedded with—or, you could say, combined with—living organs. There were very few of them, most had unknown origins, and they often had inexplicable uses. Compared to level items, they had no particular advantage and were mostly just curiosities.
Take the Eye of the Deceased, for example. Having a strange eyeball embedded in a sword hilt was undeniably disgusting, but it also showed the skill of the Artificer who had made it. At the very least, he had managed to keep the thing alive.
As for whether other items had special effects like the Eye of the Deceased, that was another matter.
Dong Jingxuan, who had already learned Xu Huo's name, asked with interest, "Xu Zhi, would you sell me that sword?"
"What do you think?" Xu Huo raised an eyebrow.
"We can talk price," Dong Jingxuan said. "Whatever you paid for it, I'll give you double."
Xu Huo smiled faintly. "So far, you haven't paid me a single cent of the money you promised."
Dong Jingxuan didn't seem embarrassed. He propped up his chin and gestured for Brother Lei to take out the money.
Brother Lei hesitated for less than a second before pulling a small case of White Cash from thin air and setting it on the table. He opened it and pushed it in front of Xu Huo.
But before Xu Huo could say anything,