In Beijing, a man who looked like some kind of charlatan held a tattered banner and spoke to the people coming and going at the street corner.
"Just one month of your time can be exchanged for a King Corpse Beetle."
"Want Qilin blood? That'll take ten years."
"A can of Red Bull costs a hundred years. Doesn't that sound like a great deal?"
"Young man, other people's time won't work."
As long as you have time, you can trade with me. I can grant you life, bloodlines, skills, weapons... Anything you can think of, I can get for you.
Wu Sheng said.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
