"Is the Paranormal Pawnshop… collapsing?"
The fortunate Lu Bingqi who did not die looked at the surrounding walls and ceiling. On their surfaces, numerous holes appeared and kept on expanding. It was as though they were pieces of paper being burned as they quickly turned into ashes.
The entire body of the pawnshop was rapidly turning into nothingness.
"Is the curse… gone?"
Similarly, Thomas and his female partner looked at the slowly disappearing pawnshop in awe. They could not help but weep tears of joy.
"Woong! Woong!"
At the next moment.
A ball of light appeared. The surviving traders were then kicked out of this alternate dimension as though they were intruders.
The entire plane of black fog collapsed from its edges and into its core.
Inside the dark hall.
An ice statue stood still and emanated a terrifying spiritual aura.
"Crackle!"
