City center, pedestrian street, Central Mansion.
"Wasn't there a pawnshop here before?"
Finally, under Li Hao's comfort, he managed to shake off his sorrowful emotions.
As soon as Xiang Chong left his store, he saw the seemingly ancient-style pawnshop across the street.
Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, Xiang Chong was quite sure that there was no such pawnshop here before.
As if it had appeared out of thin air, this antique-style pawnshop incongruously appeared here, and even the nearby shopkeepers hadn't noticed the peculiarity.
It's worth noting that the shops on this floor were mostly script killings, game stores, and haunted houses.
No matter how you look at it, it seemed impossible for anyone to open an antique-style pawnshop here.
Moreover, Xiang Chong felt a strange attraction to this shop, though he wasn't sure if it was his illusion.
"Indeed, this was not a pawnshop before."
