The day I inherited the ancestral pawnshop, I realized how deadly this business is——
I kept a jade bracelet with blood on it, and at night I always heard women crying and asking to "give me back my life";
A child's bloody fingerprints will appear out of thin air on the keys of a piano that is closed and self-singing;
Even if you put away an ordinary pocket watch and turn the hands upside down, the shadow of the pawn will be swallowed up bit by bit...
My name is Zhang Yan, the third generation descendant of Juzhen Pavilion. I can see the resentful souls wrapped in old things. If you touch them, they will be wrapped in contract patterns, and you are only one step away from becoming a sacrifice in the shadow world.
Until the female reporter who took the supernatural photos kicked open the pawn shop door and pointed her camera at me: "Boss Zhang, the black shadow in your warehouse dragged away the third person yesterday."
There is also a mysterious woman who always appears at midnight, slapping a bloody scalpel on the counter: "If you accept the pledge, you have to kill the film owner for me - otherwise, you die first."
Later I realized, what kind of old things were collected by this pawn shop?
It is the last way of survival left by human lives and my parents who were swallowed up by the shadow world.
[The contract has been signed, and old things eat away at life. Whose turn is it to redeem tonight?
