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"Hawking trinkets and games, bowls add to the family, songs of fortune, wealth comes from all directions, ladies and gentlemen, don't miss out as you pass by, your patronage brings joy and fortune!"
With a drawn-out hawking cry, the fog before their eyes cleared, revealing a bustling street, and under the archway 10 meters away, a crowd was gathered, forming a circle and pushing forward as if to see a commotion—the hawking was coming from inside the circle.
"It's starting, let's head over," Cheng Cha lifted his leg to walk, reminding in a lowered voice, "Leave everything to me, and be wary of these villagers."