For five years, he was a live-in son-in-law, and everyone called him a freeloader.
Then, on the day he divorced, he burned their marriage contract and pushed open the door to the yin-yang pawnshop in the old city, closed for five years.
His ex-wife's entire family began seeing ghosts, and the wealthy and powerful lined up at his door.
Ghosts, evil spirits, sins, and unpaid death debts: anything brought through that door could be pawned.
The fiercer the ghost, the more he took. The stronger the customer became.
A trillionaire businesswoman slapped a stack of yellowed death ledgers onto the counter, her voice trembling. "Can you take these?"
Shen Du shifted his abacus and smiled like a swindler. "That'll be a seventy percent cut."
The pawnshop deals in business, not charity.
But there isn't a debt in this world that Shen Du can't settle.
