No. 44, Huaian Road

On the day Chen Ye was about to die, he sold himself to a pawnshop in exchange for a chance to survive. From then on, he sat at the junction of yin and yang, with his left hand collecting the memory of living people's yang and longevity, and his right hand detaining the resentful thoughts of ghosts. Until one day, three voices sounded outside the pawn shop at the same time. Underworld Judge: Shopkeeper Chen, you are here. Female ghost in red: Husband, I'm here to renew our hundred-year engagement. The mourning old man: Shopkeeper, the Collectors Association has been waiting for a long time. Chen Ye rubbed the pawn ticket and smiled. OK Let this group of creditors and hunters take a look. The most valuable item in the pawn shop... Always The deadbeat shopkeeper.