The Red-String Soul Binder: I Run a Pawnshop in the Mortal World

Red Thread Tethering Souls: I Run a Pawnshop in the Mortal Realm

When demolition work unearthed the ancestral bone abacus, Qin San’s sense of taste became the first offering.

A boy who died an unjust death knelt before him and begged, “Pawn my regrets so my mom can receive the final package!” The red thread wrapped around his soul, and the greasy smell vanished in an instant.

Beside a graveyard in an urban village, the pawnshop’s deals grew increasingly uncanny: an overworked office ghost pawned his overtime-worn soul for a carefree life, while a parent’s spirit staked its obsession with academic success to help their child see the light...

Then Zhao, still alive, was hanged from the demolition scaffolding and turned into a vengeful spirit! The instant the red thread tightened around his throat, a little demon belonging to the developer was grinning on the ledger!

The crematorium worker’s daughter, Xiao Liu... tightened her bloodstained grip on the red thread. Qin San raised the bone abacus. “Pawn your obsession with revenge, and I’ll give you a chance to survive.”

“Deal!”

The ledger of yin and yang suddenly flipped open and shut, finally stopping at 1943! A conscience pawn ticket from a warlord... Its interest has been accruing for a hundred years, and comes due today!