The Yongan Pawn Shop of American Comics

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"Your uncle!" Li Cheng, who was still young, almost paralyzed Lao Pan with fear, making him think he was facing a madman, and then he endured Li Cheng's pent-up rage.

Li Cheng yelled and beat him, and the whole church was in a mess. "What have you and I done? What else have we not done? Are we fellow citizens now? They are just a puddle of mud. Why are you still rushing?" Helping them, what else can you do besides making them stink? Let's go far away. If the black market is shut down, we can survive if we work hard. The Qinggang are already red-eyed beasts. You can't provoke them just for a bunch of mud. "

Old Pan shook his head and sat in the corner, his old head pressed against the wall. Li Cheng would have cared about him long ago, but now he was indifferent.

"No, they are all Chinese, they are not beasts, and they are not mud. Neither were you before. They will get better. As a human being, you must straighten your back, and as a ghost, you must also straighten your spine."

Lao Pan pressed his head against the wall in despair: "Don't do this, I'm dying of sadness. I told you before, I'm dying of sadness."

"Death, death, death, I tell you, even if you die and are buried outside, I will not visit you, nor will I offer you a bouquet of flowers."

Old Pan shook his head sadly, because his head was pressed against the wall, and it seemed that he just wanted to drill through the wall with his head.

Li Cheng: "I don't want to see you look like this, just show me this look! What do you mean by your great principles? A man with lofty ideals and a benevolent person should never harm his benevolence by seeking life, and he should kill himself to achieve benevolence - right? You are special You are not a kindhearted person at all, you are a common man! If you die, you will only go to hell, and the underworld will not accept a foreigner like you."

Young Li Cheng slammed the door and left. He wanted to find a place to be quiet, but he didn't know that this was the last time between them.

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Two years later, if Li Cheng wakes up crying, it must be that this scene has reappeared in his dreams. Those were the most vicious words he had ever said. They were so vicious that every time he thought about it, his heart was cut like a knife by Ling Chi. He wanted to repent, but it was too late, no one would wait for him.

Squatting in the corner, his head pressed against the wall, Li Cheng's eyes were red and swollen. He kept thinking, night after night, every moment. What made him live like a cruel and poisonous snake? when?

Lao Pan was really sad and died when his head rested against the wall. "I died of sadness," he said. It's a fact that the dead say to the living. He is always like this. When someone dies, he feels very guilty because he is still alive. No one would ever think like this. Li Cheng Nor will it.

The system interface appeared in front of me again. Ha, yes, how could the time traveler not have a golden finger? What's more, he still traveled through time playing this game.

The figure huddled in the dark corner kept trembling, and there was a choked roar:

Why did you come so late? Why did everything come so late!

In the early morning, Li Cheng, who had not slept all night, sorted out the income he had just settled last night, put an ice pack on his slightly red and swollen eyes, and patiently shaved off the stubble on his face. He couldn't let Lao Pan see the joke.

The system has been around for more than a year. It was probably when he officially became an adult on his eighteenth birthday. I can’t remember the exact time. Who in the slums would remember that thing?

This system is probably related to the small game he played before coming here. The other world pawn shop, pawns and sells various valuable items from other worlds. This is also the fundamental reason why his black market can be maintained. With a stable supply of goods, he can always Better than being beaten into a sieve.

The supply of goods is not something you want, you have to go to another world to purchase it. However, after all, mini-games will not create dungeons specifically for players. That would be too much work, so this game decisively copied the card game strategy to trick them. Money, buyers are cards of various qualities, SSRs and the like, they are one-time use. If you throw them out of the portal, you will travel to another world, and they will just update some updates from time to time.

If you want to get cards, you have to draw cards yourself. The quality of the card determines the energy level of the other world you can go to, and the attributes of the card determine whether you can survive in the other world.

Just like the protagonist, the good-for-nothing otaku special forces soldier has all kinds of cards, and there are also various supporting cards such as the little brother and servant Goldfinger. Throwing them into another world and pretending to be slapped in the face will get all the valuable benefits, things, and experience. , power, as long as it is valuable, it will become Li Cheng's free source of goods, and it will be settled once a month.

After being convinced, Li Cheng shook his head. God really knows how to play. He threw him into this unfamiliar place and tortured him to death. After finally regaining his composure, he let him watch the various protagonists he had pulled out get stuck. If someone from another world pretends to be a slap in the face, isn't this bullying?

Without thinking any more, Li Cheng adjusted his collar and carefully put on the black filial piety cloth on his arm. He felt that he should pay his last filial piety to Lao Pan.

The old man slept relatively lightly, and Li Cheng was a little worried that he would disturb the old godfather if he came out too early. However, it seemed that Old Mike had already packed up and was waiting at the door of the church. It was still dark, but Li Cheng still saw the look in Old Mike's eyes. Bloodshot. Sometimes having too high senses is not necessarily a good thing.

Li Cheng followed the old godfather when he walked out of the door. He naturally reached out and took the handful of flowers in his hand. The old godfather glanced at the filial belt and accepted Li Cheng's words with an unsurprised expression. Help, not saying a word as they slowly moved towards the cemetery.

"It's been two years since Lao Pan left. Time flies so fast."

"Two years and eight days." The old godfather corrected Li Cheng's emotion: "We waited eight days for the burial."

"I thought he would rot, but fortunately it only lasted eight days." The old godfather looked at the stone tablet in front of him blankly, "I was very afraid that he would rot, but he was only afraid of you rotting."

Li Cheng's eyes turned red instantly. He knew that he returned after eight days of anger. He didn't say anything, but solemnly placed the flowers in his hand in front of the stone monument.

The old godfather looked at Li Cheng blankly: "What are you going to do?"

Li Cheng looked at the old godfather, confused and innocent: "What are you doing?"

"You never like this kind of pretense. You never visit Lao Pan. You think these are just pretense, a kind of spiritual opium to anesthetize yourself. You never anesthetize yourself."

The old godfather stared at Li Cheng, but Li Cheng just smiled bitterly and said, "We are just talking about people."

"you are lying"

"Okay, okay, let me tell you the truth. You are always so smart. If your business needs to expand, I'm thinking of tearing down the church and building a pawn shop."

"You're still lying, you're still lying in front of Old Pan." His voice was trembling, and the old godfather's eyes were particularly red.

"You think I don't know! You always think I don't know! Only a dozen of the hundreds of people in the Youth Gang died in just two years. Their heart, liver, spleen, and lungs were all peeled and scraped before they died. Do you think I wonder who did it?”

"You always want to coax me. You said you want to expand your business? You didn't demolish the church just for it. You left a dozen beasts from the Qing Gang behind so that you could force these hundreds of Chinese people to stand up and then demolish the church. Cut off the last thought between you and Lao Pan?" The old godfather completely lost his previous self-cultivation, roaring at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted to tear his throat to pieces.

Looking at Li Cheng who turned his head away from him, Old Mike's voice was already crying:

"I don't want you to rot, and neither does Lao Pan. There is a demon in your heart, a demon fed by Lao Pan's bones and blood. Do you really want Lao Pan to watch you rot? Huh?"

Li Cheng didn't answer anything, just sat blankly in front of Lao Pan's tombstone without saying a word.