"Back when I was healthy, they said my nerves were abnormal. Now that I'm truly cursed, they can't diagnose anything wrong!"
Xiao Ran let out a long sigh of relief, carrying the brocaded box from the passenger seat and walked into the pawnshop.
Having lost all faith in modern medicine, he had no choice but to place his hope in Bai Zhenjun. He couldn't endure the torment of the ghost eyes any longer; it wouldn't be much longer before he truly suffered a nervous breakdown and went insane!
The pawnshop was the same as always, cold and quiet.
The only light in the place had a low wattage, illuminating only the middle of the counter while the rest remained dim and gloomy.
At the counter,
Zhou Yi was busy scribbling and drawing, attempting to develop a base system with formation and prohibition, so that after success, he could completely refine his cell phone into a magical artifact, leaving no trace of modern technology.
