What did that mean?
It meant that the way that little girl existed was completely beyond Yezi's range of perception.
This was no longer something an ordinary ghost domain or sequence ability could explain.
Yang Yong immediately thought of a possibility.
Could it be...
That little girl was like the love-letter entity back then, requiring some specific action...
Some trigger before she could truly be seen and sensed?
If so, what was that trigger?
Yang Yong did not know.
He only knew that this little girl's existence was even more unusual than he had imagined.
Time passed, day by day.
The curios Yang Yong crafted were sent out, one after another.
The costs of using those curios grew more outrageous with each one.
They were downright hellish.
One dagger would turn its user into a chatterbox, making them talk nonstop for three days and nights, unable to stop even after their voice grew hoarse.
One piece of armor would give its wearer an intense appetite for anything green, making them want to take a few bites even when they saw grass.
There was also a pair of shoes that could triple the wearer's speed, but the price was that their feet would stink so badly that even zombies would refuse to come near.
Aside from draining vitality as the basic cost, the additional costs were each more awful than the last.
Even Yang Yong could barely stand to look at them.
But judging by the payment he received, the owners behind those materials seemed very satisfied.
Extremely satisfied.
Satisfied beyond measure.
All kinds of precious materials, medicine, and food poured in like water.
The Survival Convoy also shot up to become the richest convoy in Mechanical City's Outer City.
During this period, several people in the convoy had gone