Su Chen was guarding a shop on the verge of bankruptcy in the antique street. That night when I was desperate, an old abacus came to light.
This abacus connects all realms and can make transactions with the world of cultivation, the world of spiritual plants, and the puppet market. But the night the abacus came on, someone knocked on his rolling door.
Forty meters underground in the antique street, a bronze mirror is cracking. Yin energy seeped out from it, and in the early hours of the morning, half a human face rose from the ground, and a low hum penetrated the entire street. The Evil Suppression Department was checking the source of the earthquake, Zhou Henian was looking for the key, and the faceless "Mr. Mirror" at the teahouse handed over a note: The abacus in your hand has the same origin as the thing underground.
Three days later, the gate of hell will open. The three-realm transaction window popped up at the same time, and Su Chen had only one choice.
Welcome to Shiyi Zhai. What would you like to trade?
