"Sir, buy something."
The street vendor's voice remained unchanged, but to Li Yuan's ears, it felt eerie.
Because he realized that the vendor's voice had truly not changed at all—the tone, volume, intonation, even speed—exactly the same, as if it was... played from a tape recorder.
Zheng Mang, flustered and panicked, could only follow the vendor's voice and said, "I'll buy, I'll buy... Sir, let go."
The vendor released his hand.
Zheng Mang glanced over the stall and flatteringly picked out a seemingly more expensive Rouge Box. The box was double-layered, obviously containing two types of rouge inside.
Just as he held this double-layered Rouge Box, Li Yuan sensed that the breathing of the surrounding phantoms became rapid.
Zheng Mang smiled and said, "Sir, I'll just buy this one."
Saying this, he fumbled in his bosom, pulled out a Gold Yuanbao, and handed it over, "This should be enough, right?"
The vendor said, "One cent."
