That, or the vendor themselves. Either there's something left from whoever originally owned the trinkets, or he takes many forms of payment.

( he's known enough terrible monsters in his life to be able to recognise them, the same hunger in these ghost's eyes that resides his own. But Wen Kexing doesn't think it's worth wasting the energy in being appalled, and so instead he just shakes out his sleeves, )

Besides, they were ugly. If I'm going to pay a blood price for some jewellery it at least has to look nice, right? I have exacting tastes.