The Peddler's foot, frozen in midair, slowly came down.
But this time, its path shifted, taking it toward Zhou Deng.
At the sight, Zhou Deng's heart leaped into his throat.
He instinctively backed away as fast as he could, his back already soaked in cold sweat, and muttered in a trembling voice.
"Did it fail?"
Yet the Peddler paid no attention to the retreating Zhou Deng.
Instead, it turned slightly and walked toward the paper man standing on the muddy ground, dressed in a shroud.
Its face, covered by a rag, was fixed entirely on the paper man.
The Peddler stopped in front of the paper man.
It reached out a pallid, swollen hand and gently grasped the paper man's shoulder, as though handling a priceless treasure.
The next second, the Peddler stuffed the paper man wearing the Ghost Shroud straight into one of the merchandise compartments hanging from its shoulder pole.
The goods were in stock.
Under the logic rewritten by the Ghost Brain, the Peddler accepted this extremely expensive transaction.
In accordance with the rule of equivalent exchange.
The Peddler slowly lowered its carrying pole, reached out, and slowly lifted one corner of a compartment's lid.
Darkness and paranormal energy so dense they had become tangible poured through the gap.
The transaction was complete. The buyer could collect the payment that belonged to him.
"Grab the goods, now!" Lin Cheng barked.
At those words, Zhou Deng, who had still been retreating, instantly widened his eyes.
All his fear vanished in that moment, replaced by feverish excitement.
"Holy shit! Now this is my specialty!"
Overjoyed, Zhou Deng lunged toward the partially opened compartment like a starving wolf that had spotted a flock of sheep.
He pushed the Thief Ghost's paranormal power to its limit.
Zhou Deng's hands became two