With a puff of Lunar Power, Little Doubi "rolled" to Zhang Yuanqing's feet.
He propped himself up with his two short, chubby hands, looking around in confusion before obediently making a grabbing motion at his owner's pant leg.
In such an unfamiliar environment, the Infant Spirit was instinctively wary of strangers and instinctively dependent on its owner.
So dumb and timid, nothing like me. Sigh, never mind. He's still just a child. Zhang Yuanqing sent him the instruction to choose an item. Only after receiving his owner's command did Little Doubi turn his round black eyes toward the stall.
He tilted his head and hesitated for a moment before gathering his courage and crawling toward the stall. He sniffed at the zombie bodily fluid, then crawled away with a look of disgust. As for non-yin materials like the explosive stones, Little Doubi did not even spare them a glance.
Every time Little Doubi looked at a material, Zhang Yuanqing asked a question.
"What's this?"
"Blood-soaked earth from a yin-gathering burial ground."
"And this?"
"A ghost infant's umbilical cord. Are you buying anything or not?"
"Of course I'm buying. Why else would I come here?" Zhang Yuanqing saw Little Doubi stop in front of a nautical compass and immediately asked, "What's this?"
The nautical compass was extremely old. Its casing was made of brass, its glass cover clouded and blurry. It was no larger than a palm, with English lettering and twisted runes engraved on its face.
It looked like the kind of compass pirates had used during the Age of Exploration.
"This one? This one's impressive. I got it from a foreign Walker. Supposedly, it's a fragment of an item—and a fragment from a high-level item at that," the stall owner declared confidently.
"A fragment?" Zhang Yuanqing examined the compass,