Chapter 128: Calling a Stag a Horse1 Xie Sui looked up at the figure standing before the stall. It was a rather crude sugar painting2 stall, consisting only of a small mobile pushcart. On top of the cart was a large white marble slab, and beside the slab sat a small pot where pale yellow syrup simmered. The Paper-man Old Man from the bank had said that if ordinary people wanted to leave this place, they needed to fulfill several difficult conditions. It had then led Xie Sui and the other four to…