Speaking of which, Yang Jiao pointed to an old man sitting and selling things near the end of the bridge.
"There are so many other stalls around. Why do you think he's always trying to set up in the corner?"
Gu Shengsheng watched as a crowd swarmed his stall. He looked like an old man who had been setting up shop here for a long time.
"It's the Ghost Market, after all," she said. "Maybe he's just trying to create an air of mystery."
With that, Gu Shengsheng pulled Yang Jiao over. A man was there holding a small, red, bird-head trinket, turning it over in his hands with a grave expression.
The vendor was going on and on. "This piece is truly excellent. It's an heirloom passed down in my family. Absolutely nothing wrong with it."
"Now, in the Ghost Market, we don't usually disclose an item's origins. But I'm telling you this because I trust you. Understand?"
