"What... is this?"
Leon opened his mouth, but his voice was unbelievably hoarse, startling even himself.
Ever since leaving Zane Dungeon, he had neither eaten nor drunk anything, and he could not even sleep. Coupled with the torment of fear, he now looked no different from one of the Living Dead. No wonder no one on the streets had recognized him.
The high-spirited Lion Leon of the past would never have looked this miserable.
"Fear-Dispelling Powder. Medicinal powder that drives away fear, perfect for your current condition." Gong Qiying pushed the paper packet toward him. "One packet, one silver coin. Fair price for all."
One silver coin? This guy had to be insane.
Leon thought that one silver coin was enough to buy a high-quality Blood Therapy Potion, or two or three bottles of Mid Rank Healing Potion. The effects of one bottle of Mid Rank Healing Potion were equivalent to Delu's Healing Magic.
In other words, this shopkeeper was confident that a packet of his powder could rival a Blood Therapy Potion?
He had never even heard of Fear-Dispelling Powder. And driving away fear? Are you saying I'm afraid of something? Impossible!
Leon's mental state was extremely unstable. In his ears, Gong Qiying's introduction to the powder's effects became a viciously sarcastic taunt, making his rage flare.
"Heh heh, an idiot is still an idiot. You actually think strangers are mocking you? You're nothing special, little brother."
"Shut up!"
That eerie voice came from behind him again. Its cutting words nearly drove Leon mad. He turned and swung wildly at the air, as though trying to kill the ghost clinging to him.
Just as he was about to strike the counter behind him, a pair of strong hands suddenly clamped down on his arms.
"What are you doing? Mmff!"