The Cursed Pawnshop: I Only Read Fates of Great Misfortune

I run a pawnshop that’s been in my family for generations. Ever since my grandfather founded it, there’s been one rule: we only accept cursed objects, and every time we take something in, we must tell the customer’s fortune for free to offset the item’s original value. Once processed, cursed objects can change an ordinary person’s fate from poor and lowly to one of wealth and success, and lift their bad luck. Over the years, I’ve taken in plenty of cursed objects: the golden collarbone of a dead prostitute, a blood-red face hidden inside an ancient tree, a deadly coffin of immortality drifting around the Yellow River, and bone sculptures made from hundreds of corpses, a Yama fashioned from human skin, and the Mouse King’s immortal tomb... But I’ve come to realize that objects themselves aren’t good or evil. It’s the greed and desire in people’s hearts that can never be satisfied...