I Was Reborn in Japan, and Opened the Unparalleled in the Supernatural Drama

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Chapter 13

　　"That's right, it's exactly the same."

Fang Jing didn't point out this point, he just handed the wooden Buddha statue back.

"In that case, Ms. Kyoko will take care of the matter."

"Do not."

Ms. Kyoko smiled slightly and said, "I might as well leave this to you, Mr. Xizuka seems very interested, and I think the previous tenant probably didn't have this thing..."

"I'm really interested in this kind of ancient pieces, but... I can't accept them casually."

The yin energy has been absorbed by him, and the value of the wooden Buddha statue itself is not very great.

"By the way, speaking of which, I know an old man named 'Kano'. He should live in Ogibashi Town. He opened an antique shop called 'Kinggado'. He is also a well-known person in the antique industry. Appraiser, I think... that old man must have a lot of research on this kind of thing..."

Ms. Jingzi said with a smile: "Xizuka-san will go to him for me and ask him what the origin of this thing is, so that it can be returned to the original owner."

"I understand."

In other words, transfer it to yourself?

Fang Jing rubbed his chin, thinking to himself that this is also a good direction, but he didn't expect that another wooden Buddha statue also had yin energy, so finding out its origin is also a direction worth considering.

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After leaving Yuasa's house, Cang Yong said he had other things to do, so he waved goodbye to him.

And Fang Jing also received an email from Xizuka's mother, Suzi, who had extra work at night and would not come back for dinner, so Fang Jing and his sister Xizuka Kaiyue settled the dinner by themselves.

This is a common thing, so Fang Jing is not surprised.

Holding the wooden Buddha statue in both hands, he went back downstairs to the apartment building and climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor. When he reached the stairs on the second floor, a red thing bounced down from above.

Fang Jing glanced at the corner of his eyes and found that it was a red ball rolling down the steps.

Hey, hey, hey!

A child's voice came from upstairs.

Fang Jing didn't pay much attention, he thought, it should be a child upstairs playing.

So he continued to walk upstairs.

On the third floor, a strange incident happened, and another red ball slid down from his feet with a swish.

Fang Jing quickly turned his head to look behind him. The ball bounced around the corner and landed in the lower stairwell.

"What's the matter?"

Fang Jing frowned, he realized that the scene just now had a sense of sight.

It was as if the red ball he had seen for the first time was the same ball he had just seen.

This is impossible, since the ball rolled downstairs, it is impossible to run on top of his head again, there must be some other reason!

He felt that he should have thought too much, so he continued to walk up. When he walked up to the corridor entrance on the fourth floor with the wooden Buddha statue, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Because, he saw a few meters in front of him, a bright red ball was clinging to the concrete floor and slowly rolling towards his feet.

In an instant... a strange feeling wrapped around his body, and the air seemed to be soaked in a coolness.

Fang Jing couldn't tell what it was like, but this wonderful feeling suddenly surged up, making him feel inexplicably irritable.

Something was strange and something was unnatural, but he couldn't answer what it was.

He didn't think much, just reached out and tried to catch the ball on the ground.

Who knew that at this moment, the ball turned a corner in front of his eyes, causing Fang Jing to miss it.

"Just now?"

He wasn't sure if he had read it wrong, but the red ball seemed to be moved by an invisible hand and turned a corner in front of him.

But there is only a mass of air in front of him, and there are no "hands" at all.

So, what just happened.

With a thought in his heart, he stretched out his hand to grab it again. This time, Fang Jing really caught the ball in his hand.

However, when his fingers touched the red ball, a sense of horror welled up in his heart.

— not a ball.

It seemed that what I was grasping was a human face, and the feeling of touching the human skin was transmitted to the palm of my hand.

In addition, there is a slippery and sticky touch.

It was like having blood on your hands.

As if picking up a head by accident.

Frightened, Fang Jing let go of his hand. There was not even a trace of blood on his hand.

The ball was thrown on the ground and turned around, but there was a smear of blood on the ground.