I inherited my grandfather’s legacy as a knife-on-credit seller. I thought I’d just be selling kitchen knives.
That was until a ghost woman knelt before me on a rainy night and begged me to sell her a knife on credit.
Only then did I learn that this rusty kitchen knife could cut through resentment, sever a person’s fortune, and glimpse their fate.
A wealthy businessman is haunted by the resentment of someone who drowned? I sell him a knife on credit and predict he’ll be ruined and disgraced within seven days!
A cult has set up a blood-sacrifice array to summon an ancient god? I sell them a knife on credit and sever their karmic connection!
When I severed the last shackle of fate, a mysterious man who called himself the “former master” came to my door:
“The Guixu Blade should be returned to its rightful owner.”
I tightened my grip on the handle as flakes of rust fell away. “The knife seller’s debts haven’t all been collected yet.”
A knife on credit isn’t about selling a blade. It’s about extending credit on a karmic bond.
