Suppressing Evil Files: I Am Cultivating Folk Customs in the Treacherous World

A pawnshop opened in a county town that only opened its doors in the middle of the night. It accepted the items without paying, but only with luck. The shopkeeper was a young man with an eye for Feng Shui. He didn't know until the day he received the seal that the largest pawn in the shop was pawned by his ancestors - the pawn was a painting spirit girl, and its expiration date was this month. Others survive in weird dungeons by following the rules, but he relies on calculating patterns to break the situation. The pawnshop doesn't kill people, it only keeps accounts. It's the rules that kill.