Two Hundred and Twenty-Five. Selling Bizarre Items

The coachman paid little attention to the merchant's physique, attire, or huge backpack, as if in his eyes, this was just an ordinary passenger accompanying Lu Li.

The "three" boarded the carriage, and the wheels rolled over the damp and cold bluestone pavement, heading to their destination.

The merchant would not speak without reason.

Lu Li would not speak without reason.

Anna would, but she was shy, and the presence of an extra merchant in the carriage deterred her from speaking to Lu Li.

In the silence, Lu Li lifted the curtain to look outside the carriage.

Streets and people flashed by outside the window, the vague blood-colored tentacles high in the clouds, gently swaying like seaweed, visible to Lu Li even through the veil of rain.

As they passed the main street, Lu Li saw many carriages loaded with goods forming a long queue on the road.