That was what she thought, and that was what she asked.
After hearing Xue Fuyao's words, the stallholder seemed to find them reasonable. He sighed and said, "Then a little less will do."
She could tell that this person was truly short of pills.
"Count yourself lucky."
After saying this, Xue Fuyao searched through the Space Ring in her hand, taking out bottle after bottle of pills. Before long, they had piled into a small mountain.
A quarter of an hour later, she let out a long breath. "Done. Ten thousand pills, not one more and not one less."
Now it was the stallholder's turn to give her a strange look.
"May I ask why you carry so many pills around with you?"
After asking, he realized he had misspoken. He should not have asked such things in the Ghost Market.
Xue Fuyao said casually, "These are all my spoils."
She put away all the seeds.
This time, rather than putting them in an ordinary Storage Space, she placed them in the little space inside her body.
The seeds were losing their vitality at an alarming rate. If she wanted to grow them, she would have to replenish the vitality they had lost.
After browsing the remaining stalls, Xue Fuyao finally went to the Ghost Tower.
The Ghost Tower stood at the very center of the Ghost Market and was also its most conspicuous building.
It was said that countless experts guarded the Ghost Tower, and anyone who broke its rules would be killed on the spot. There were also rumors that the Ghost Tower was where the master of the Ghost Market lived.
Yet in all the years since the Ghost Market had appeared, its master had never shown themselves.
The only certainty was that the Ghost Tower housed