"Fuck, when I was healthy they said I was neurotic, now I'm really cursed and they still can't find anything wrong!"
Xiao Ran let out a long breath, grabbed the brocade box from the passenger seat, and got out of the car to walk into the pawnshop.
Completely disappointed with modern medicine, he could only pin his hopes on Bai Zhenjun. If the Ghost Eye kept tormenting him like this, he'd have a total mental breakdown before long!
The pawnshop was the same as ever—cold and deserted.
The only light bulb was turned down low, illuminating just the middle of the counter, while everything else lay in gloomy dimness.
On the counter.
Zhou Yi was scribbling and sketching, trying to develop an underlying system by means of formation and prohibition. If successful, he could completely refine a cellphone into a magic treasure, leaving no trace of modern technology.
Xiao Ran rubbed his face, walked over and said, "What's Bai Zhenjun busy with?"
"Waiting for you!"
