Film and Television: Building Pawnshop No. 8 Starting from Soul Ferry

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"Although all the members of the Lü family are dead, there is still one person who knows how to do it, and that is Lü Liang from the Lü family."

"He has dual-wielding abilities in his genes, and they might have been activated by now."

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes:

"It seems I'll have to find some time to meet this Lü Liang."

Lin Yang chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"So, who gave you this piece of meat?"

Ma Xianhong's expression changed slightly.

He frowned, his voice slightly low: "You don't need to know that."

Lin Yang wasn't angry; he just smiled.

"To tell you the truth, the person who gave you this piece of meat should also be very capable."

"What?" Ma Xianhong suddenly looked up, his face full of shock: "How did you know?"

Lin Yang shrugged, a confident smile playing on his lips: "I just knew it."

Ma Xianhong stared at Lin Yang for a long time, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.

Then, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down:

"Putting aside whether you're right or wrong, is there definitely a piece of meat in here?"

Lin Yang pointed to the body-refining furnace: "You'll know once you open it."

Ma Xianhong hesitated for a moment on the self-cultivation furnace, but still couldn't make up his mind.

He frowned, a hint of hesitation on his face.

Seeing this, Lin Yang continued, "Whether this thing is real or not, you'll know once you open it."

"If you don't open it, you'll never know what's inside."

He paused, then continued, "Besides, it's just a cultivation furnace. If you want to make one, surely you can make it later?"

Upon hearing Lin Yang's words, Ma Xianhong's brows furrowed slightly.

He remained silent for a while, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, he took a deep breath, looked up at Lin Yang, and said, "Okay, I'll believe you this once."

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination.

He strode toward the mysterious cultivation furnace, each step seemingly carrying a heavy weight.

Lin Yang stood quietly to the side, his gaze deep, as if waiting for something.

Ma Xianhong's hand gently touched the surface of the body-cultivating furnace, and the cold, hard touch made him shudder.

He began to skillfully disassemble it.

Before long, he had dismantled the cultivation furnace into pieces.

The core part was revealed to be something wrapped in a special material.

(Zhao Qian) Ma Xianhong hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it apart.

As the package was opened, a piece of meat appeared before his eyes.

The piece of meat emitted a faint glow, looking unusually eerie.

Ma Xianhong stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

"This piece of meat is interesting." Lin Yang's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence.

He walked over to Ma Xianhong, looked down at the piece of meat, and said, "Don't you think it looks a lot like the human body's internal organs?"

Upon closer inspection, Ma Xianhong broke out in a cold sweat.

The piece of meat was surprisingly similar to the human internal organs.

He looked up at Lin Yang, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"This must have been made by someone using their own body structure."

Lin Yang said calmly:

"In this world, probably only someone with two perfect hands could achieve this level of skill."

Chapter 155: Ma Xianhong's Shock, Pawnshop No. 8!!!

"Dual-wielding hands, dual-wielding hands..."

Ma Xianhong frowned, those three words lingering in his mind.

He suddenly paused, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"Could it be that my sister is skilled in both arts?"

Once the idea popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

"But why didn't she tell me?"

Ma Xianhong felt a surge of inexplicable irritation. "Why would she hide this from me?"

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and he even began to suspect that his sister had taken away his memories.

This thought gave him a splitting headache, as if the whole world was spinning.

"You seem very conflicted."

A calm voice interrupted Ma Xianhong's thoughts.

He looked up and saw Lin Yang standing in front of him.

Ma Xianhong paused for a moment, then asked warily, "Who exactly are you?"

Lin Yang smiled and said, "The owner of pawnshop number eight."

But Ma Xianhong was shocked:

"Impossible! You can't be an ordinary person!"

He stared wide-eyed at Lin Yang:

"If you're just a pawnshop owner, how would you know so much?"

Lin Yang laughed, a hint of mystery in his smile: "Could it be that my pawnshop is different?"

“Different?” Ma Xianhong was taken aback, his brows furrowing.

Lin Yang smiled lightly and continued calmly:

"Let me formally introduce myself, Pawnshop No. 8, where we pawn everything in the world, including your soul."

Upon hearing the word "soul," Ma Xianhong's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.

He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but swallowed the words back.

Lin Yang didn't give him much time to think and continued:

"Of course, once anything is pawned, our No. 8 Pawnshop will provide a corresponding value."

"For example, you want to recover lost memories."

"Or it could be gaining some special abilities."

Ma Xianhong suddenly sneered, "There is no such magical place in this world."

He considered himself a master of deception.

So I don't believe this person at all.

How could such a magical place exist in this world?

"Believe it or not, I'm just offering an option."

Lin Yang stared into Ma Xianhong's eyes:

"I'll be here for the next few days. If you've made up your mind, you can come find me."

After saying that, Lin Yang turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Ma Xianhong looked at Lin Yang's back and suddenly reached out to stop him.

A dazzling bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere and struck straight at Ma Xianhong.

He stared in horror, only managing a scream before being blasted away by the lightning.

"How is this possible?!" Ma Xianhong fell to the ground, staring incredulously at Lin Yang's receding figure.

Until Lin Yang's figure completely disappeared from sight!

Ma Xianhong barely came to his senses.

He sat on the ground, panting heavily, and muttered to himself, "This person is not simple... Just who is he?"

Lin Yang's strength shocked and intimidated Ma Xianhong.

He was beginning to believe in the magic of Pawnshop No. 8!

But the doubts in my heart were not completely eliminated.

After a moment of silence, Ma Xianhong took out his phone and made a call.

"Sister, when are you going to come over?" Ma Xianhong's voice trembled slightly. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

A woman's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'll come to see you after I'm done with this busy period. You can also tell me over the phone."

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath and said, "It's better to talk about it face to face."

He paused, then added, "This is very important, and I hope you can come as soon as possible."

Ma Xianhong's sister seemed to notice his unusual behavior. After a moment of silence, she said, "Then let's wait a while."

After hanging up the phone, Ma Xianhong sighed, staring at the piece of meat in his hand with a complicated expression.

This flesh, which he had cut from his own body, now seemed like a hot potato, making him hesitate.

He frowned, but ultimately gritted his teeth and reinstalled it onto the body-cultivating furnace.