Zou Feng sniffed the air again carefully. He was immediately certain that the poison in the street vendor's flatbreads was so potent that even he couldn't perform a swift Refinement on it.
Looking at the vendor, he appeared to be a frail, short old man with lifeless eyes, looking as if he could pass away at any moment.
Not far off, a child of about five or six was eating a candied haw.
But if one looked closely, they would see that the candied haw seemed to be coated in a layer of blood.
To the left, a young woman was kneeling in mourning clothes, sobbing quietly.
In front of her was a rolled-up straw mat, reeking of a foul stench.
Beside her was a wooden sign with the words "Selling myself to bury your mother."
Because the woman had a slender figure and the glimpses of her face revealed quite delicate features, many passersby stopped to ask what was going on.
