I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can't you tell if someone is from the Western Regions?"
Zhaosi glared at me, "Are you stupid? When selling something, don't you have to make up a story? I said he was an Eastern nobleman, who unfortunately died while living in the Western Regions. His life was full of legendary color, and his death was shrouded in mystery."
She gradually switched to the accent of a kebab vendor, rolling her tongue as she spoke, and I mercilessly mocked her, "You've been living in someone else's tomb and now you're selling the tomb owner as counterfeit goods. Aren't you lacking morals?"
Zhaosi hissed, "Look at this mural, the tomb owner was a minor monarch in life, who loved war for its bloodiness, hunting for the thrill of brutally killing animals. In general, this man was a psychopath who loved to torture and slay all living things. Selling him is just... waste recycling."
