Looking at the Funeral Goods Shop, Shen Xi doubted she could buy anything on credit here.
She had entered the Blood Gate without any identity this time, and she was only passing through this town.
If the driver were still here, she could have asked him for some money, but what was she supposed to do now?
There was definitely no legitimate way to get money, but she needed joss paper as soon as possible. Her life depended on it.
Turning her head, Shen Xi looked at the pedestrians on the street.
"Borrow" some?
Forget it. Rather than "borrowing" money, I might as well "borrow" the joss paper and a memorial tablet directly.
Her gaze swept past the shopkeeper standing behind the counter, and Shen Xi looked at the kettle and teacup on it.
As a bloody tint surfaced in her eyes, the cup and kettle on the shopkeeper's counter inside the Funeral Goods Shop suddenly cracked.
A cloud of blood mist abruptly appeared, enveloping the terrified shopkeeper.
The moment the blood mist appeared, Shen Xi went straight into the shop.
She grabbed a thick stack of joss paper, then took a memorial tablet that had yet to be inscribed with a name, along with a small Carving Knife.
Only after wrapping everything in a bundle did she turn and leave.
The blood mist dissipated as Shen Xi left, leaving only the pale, terrified shopkeeper slumped on the floor.
After sitting stunned for quite a while, the shopkeeper said nothing. He got up, found a handful of high-quality incense sticks in a cabinet, and lit them.
Then, holding the incense sticks, he bowed toward every corner of the shop, muttering something under his breath.
After placing the incense sticks in the incense burner, he shut the shop and ran off