“Repeating a greeting three times is a little excessive, don’t you think?” Ye Qing commented while staring at the black cloaked figures. He could clearly tell that these people lacked any sort of aura. More accurately, they were empty shells with no soul in them.0

“I’m already here, so I might as well get comfortable,” Ye Qing muttered and walked toward the pawn shop without hesitation. It wasn’t like he could leave even if he had second thoughts. Plus, he wanted to know if this Pawn Shop No. 8 really was the same as the pawn shop of legends; one where a person could even pawn off their soul.0

The first thing he saw after stepping through the entrance was a humanoid figure with an ebony rack for a head. The rack was jam-packed with colorful candles of all kinds, and each and every one of them was a Stranger.0

The humanoid figure stepped closer. The ebony rack had three levels and was shaped like a triangle. Most of the candles were sat at the bottom rack, and only a handful of them sat at the middle rack. The top rack was occupied by one candle only.0

Every candle on the rack had a face and a pair of arms and legs just like a human. They were incredibly active and couldn’t stop chit-chatting...0