My Pawnshop Connects the Three Realms

I, Bai Zhe, regret one thing more than anything in my life: to escape an evil ghost, I barged into that eerie pawnshop. What I regret even more is that my hand slipped and I smashed the owner Mu Zhi’s glazed bowl, which was supposedly valuable enough to buy half the Underworld.

From then on, I was forced to sign a contract of servitude, going from a fine young man of the 21st century to a lifelong hired hand at a pawnshop serving the Three Realms.

The customers who came in each day were either sobbing fox spirits or headless ghosts who’d lost their heads.

My handsome boss would just lounge lazily in his recliner and tell me, “Xiao Bai, go pawn that thousand-year-old fox spirit’s core. We’ll use the money to have hot pot tonight.”

Then one day, chaos erupted in the Ghost Realm, the Demon King went missing, and all the evidence pointed to our little shop.

For the first time, Mu Zhi’s smile faded as he shielded me behind him.

Looking up at the gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters filling the sky, I finally understood: I hadn’t broken just a bowl. I had opened Pandora’s box, the one that sealed away the secrets of the entire Three Realms.