Thinking about it, she used her ghost eyes to look around and noticed that everything on the street stall was shrouded in gray, indicating an absence of Spiritual Energy. Disappointed, she walked forward until she suddenly stopped in front of a small stall where a hairpin caught her attention. The hairpin emitted a faint white aura which she recognized as Spiritual Energy. Although it was weak, it was undoubtedly present, and a smile crossed her face—not because of the hairpin, but because her ghost eyes were proving to be quite useful.
She stopped using her ghost eyes and walked directly towards the stall, where an old man around sixty years old in a short shirt stood with his hands behind his back, deeply pondering the items before him. Behind him, a sleazy man continually eyed the old man’s trouser pocket,
He looked around to see if anyone was watching, then slowly approached the old man, his hand about to reach out before a slender hand caught him and twisted his arm behind his back.
The sleazy man let out a pained yell, "Let... let go!"
Qin Qin took a step forward and sneered, "Let you go? So you can steal again?"
"What are you babbling about, you bitch?" The sleazy man glared at her with a threatening look in his eyes, "I warn you, let me go."
The old man turned around and looked at Qin Qin and the sleazy man she had caught, surprised, "Young lady, what’s going on?"
"Grandpa, he was trying to steal your things. You should be more careful in the future."
Qin Qin whispered, and a cold light flashed before her eyes. She released the sleazy man’s hand and sidestepped, avoiding a knife the man had pulled out and aimed at her.
The sleazy man gave Qin Qin a cold glance, then pushed through the crowd and quickly ran away.
Someone approached Qin Qin, shaking their head with a sigh, "Young lady, you need to be careful. This thief is a habitual offender here, and he has several very vicious accomplices. You should watch out."
Qin Qin smiled at the Good Samaritan, "Thank you!"
But to her, a few thieves were nothing to worry about.
"Young lady, thank you. If it weren’t for you, my things would have been stolen." The old man had a kind face and thanked Qin Qin profusely.
Qin Qin shook her head, "No need to thank me."
After speaking, she picked up the hairpin and asked, "Boss, how much for this hairpin?"
The vendor was happy to praise Qin Qin’s good eye, "This hairpin is a bit worn, how about two hundred?"
In fact, he had been trying to sell the hairpin for a long time without success, so two hundred would be a very good price for it.
Qin Qin took out two hundred and handed it to the vendor. He happily accepted it and invited her to pick something else, offering to give her a discount.
Qin Qin shook her head and stood up.
The old man smiled at Qin Qin and stroked his beard, "Young lady, you have a good eye!"
"Thank you, I won’t disturb you any longer."
Qin Qin smiled at the old man and walked further into Antique Street, as she had not yet found what she was looking for and realized she would have to check out the shops.
Qin Qin randomly chose a shop called Juqi Antique Shop and walked in.
As soon as she entered the antique shop, Qin Qin used her ghost eyes to scan the place, but found that many antiques only emitted a very faint Spiritual Energy, and a few even radiated a black aura, indicating they must have come from an ancient tomb, and the owner of that tomb must have died with great resentment to cause these antiques to carry such heavy and malevolent energy.
The shop was run by a middle-aged, plump woman. The shopkeeper brightened up when she saw a customer enter and quickly approached, but paused when she saw Qin Qin. Noting Qin Qin’s elegant attire, she immediately greeted with a smile, "Young lady, are you here to buy something? Juqi Antique Shop is the most famous antique shop on Antique Street. You’ve come to the right place! Tell me what you like, and I’ll show you around."
"I’m not in a hurry to buy, could you first tell me how much this hairpin is worth?" Qin Qin took out the hairpin she had just purchased and handed it to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper, who had been cheerful, suddenly frowned, having thought she had a big spender but instead got someone trying to sell something. With the hairpin looking so battered, how could it be worth anything?
"Hey, old man, come out here!" The shopkeeper hollered towards a door, and then a man’s loud voice responded.
A middle-aged, thin man came out with a magnifying glass, "What’s the matter?"
The shopkeeper gestured toward Qin Qin and said, "Look, someone’s come to sell something. Go take a look."
The shopkeeper strode over with a shrewd smile, "Young lady, what do you have for sale?"
Qin Qin handed over the hairpin, "Have a look at this hairpin for me!"
The man took the hairpin from Qin Qin’s hand, examined it carefully, and then looked up at Qin Qin again with a glint in his eyes, "Little lady, this hairpin looks like something you’ve picked up from a stall outside, it’s not anything special. How much did you spend on it?"