Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 162 You can be called Kawakami Fukie, you can be called Uta Fukie, but you can't be called Kawamata Fukie.
The club festival finally ended amidst Uta Kasyapa's anxious heart. Thankfully, there were no forums at that time, otherwise he would have become a celebrity at Hayamigawa University, and who knows what comments would have appeared about him.
"Sometimes I think I'm quite enviable, but compared to you..."

After glancing at the two women, each with their own unique charm—one voluptuous and alluring, the other exquisitely seductive—Dongmu Saburo leaned close to him, put his arm around his shoulder, and whispered something.

"I just found a drug. Just one pill is enough to last five times in one night without any problems. Don't worry, the source and quality are guaranteed. Do you want some?"

Higashi Mutsu Saburo's suggestion made Uda Kasaya's lips twitch, and she slapped him on the shoulder in an annoyance.

"Let's die"

Fu Jiang took and printed the photos yesterday and hung them on the wall. I must say, after these things were hung up, the folklore research society looked quite professional.

Meanwhile, at Rokubu Pass, Yoshimura Hanako, leading a large group of people under the village chief's instructions, began digging up the skeletal remains buried underground.

As skeletons were unearthed one by one, the abbot of Chongming, who had been notified to come and perform the ritual for the deceased, kept chanting Amitabha Buddha's name.

"What a sin!"

Yoshimura Hanako, standing to the side, looked somewhat worried. With so many corpses, the strength of the Eye of Peeping from yesterday was clearly not up to par.

Inside the pit, even the police officers, who were quite knowledgeable compared to ordinary people, frowned as they looked at the hundreds of decaying skeletons.

Officer Matsuda climbed out of the pit and walked to the two men, speaking in a heavy tone.

"Judging from the signs of decay, the most recent time these remains died was 27 years ago, and the earliest time was 200 years ago."

Upon hearing this, Yoshimura Hanako frowned even more deeply, increasingly feeling that the aggregate of resentment she had destroyed yesterday was not right.

"Strange, there isn't a single trace of vengeful spirits here."

The abbot of Chongming Temple muttered to himself, and after a moment of thought, the image of Jia Yezi, who had given her potato chips yesterday, came to mind.

The only possibility is that her guardian spirit made the move.

Upon hearing this speculation, Yoshimura Hanako breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were Jia Yezi's guardian spirit that made the move, then this peering eye would have absolutely no chance of survival; it might be difficult to kill.

But facing that incredibly powerful being that defies categorization, the possibility of escaping is akin to growing wings and flying into the sky.

That was an existence that even the teacher wasn't confident of defeating; there was no reason for the Eye of Peeping to leave alive from its grasp.

By the afternoon, a total of 118 skeletons had been unearthed. The village chief stood cautiously to the side, fearing he might be held responsible.

Fortunately, due to the passage of time, those involved in the human sacrifice were either already dead or about to die.

In this remote village, a total of 118 people were ultimately reduced to a cold, sealed file.

At night, in Uta Kassapa's house, he was intently making a special accessory for Fukie.

After breaking countless rhinestones, I finally managed to make her a necklace.

Rubbing his sore and swollen eyes, Uta Kasyapa leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh.

"Have a glass of juice."

Taking the juice from Fukie, Uta Kasaya looked at Fukie, who was wearing black tights and a white shirt, standing to the side.

His fingers instinctively landed on the black jade pillar, savoring the warm and silky texture.

Fu Jiang moved closer to him, making it easier for him to exert his strength.

Where did you learn this skill?

"I learned from a jewelry store owner I had worked with before. Rather than learning, I really asked him about things I didn't understand and didn't know how to do."

Fu Jiang nodded, and subconsciously let out a soft hum.

Despite the impact of the black mist, the stream began to flow slowly.

"You seem to care about her quite a bit, huh?"

“She is also a family member; it’s not right to show favoritism.”

Fu Jiang raised her eyebrows noncommittally.

Uta Kasyapa likes the white tiger, he really likes it.

Unlike other tigers, its pure white fur carries a sense of holiness.

Especially the big pink nose, paired with the pure white color, makes it look holy and cute.

Of course, it is also very ferocious when eating. Once it bites, it will not let go no matter what. After all, it is a tiger.

At the head of the bed, Fujang sat on Uta Kasyapa's lap, stroking his eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't help but bite his lip.

It bites people everywhere.

"Don't you like it?"

“Of course I like it.” Fu Jiang smiled slightly.

"What are your thoughts on the research institute's report from last time?"

Uta Kasyapa remained silent for a moment.

"If there's no such thing, then there's no such thing. I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with some extra memories. It's already a blessing from heaven that I have such a deep connection with you and Jia Yezi."

But I want to give you a child.

"If you never have children... well, should you adopt?"

"No, actually! The child isn't that important to me; he's just a continuation of our relationship."

"He is certainly important, but compared to each other, not having children is not an unacceptable thing."

"Just like the choice between saving the mother and the baby, a normal person would save the mother, right? Unless it's impossible to save her."

Snapped!
A heavy breathing came through, and Fujō collapsed into Uta Kasyapa's arms.

"I'm afraid you'll be sad later."

"Who knows? Anyway, I'm not sad right now; I'm actually quite comfortable and happy~"

Fu Jiang rolled her eyes in annoyance and asked him to hand her a tissue.

"People are always greedy. At first, I just wanted to have normal sex with you, but now I wish you wouldn't have the energy to deal with Jia Yezi."

"It's just a pity that you, you idiot, have also undergone a change I never expected."

"Let things take their natural course; there's no point in forcing them."

“Meaningful”.

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"At least it satisfies my craving."

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Snapped!
"what?"

A questioning voice came, and Uta Kasyapa pushed Fukie down to the ground.

"Quenches my thirst!"

The next morning, Uta Kassapa slept in, which was unusual for him.

After all, defeating two bosses in one night is quite tiring, so today it's Jia Yezi and Fu Jiang's turn to cook in the kitchen.

Looking at Jia Yezi, whose hot pants barely covered her body and who was bent over like a dough ball, Fu Jiang couldn't help but slap her butt.

"Fu, Fu Jiang?"

"Jia Yezi, ignore her, she's acting crazy again."

Xiao Fujiang ate the sashimi that Jia Yezi had carefully prepared for her, and glanced at Fujiang with annoyance.

Angry? Jealous?
What right does she have to be angry and jealous?

I'm the one who should be angry and jealous, okay?!

I have everything! Yet I can only watch longingly. Did I say anything?!

Amidst Xiao Fujiang's indignation, Uta Kasaya, yawning, finally got up from Jia Yezi's bedroom.

Actually, Fu Jiang's cooking skills are quite good. Apart from being a bit too salty and having too much sugar, Jia Yezi only ate a couple of bites before deciding to eat it as a snack. There aren't any major flaws.

"Get back!"

Watching Jia Yezi quietly slip away to grab a bowl of instant noodles and start eating, Fu Jiang finally broke down.

He tapped the dish with his chopsticks, pointed at Jia Yezi, and looked at Utakayo, who was eating calmly and trying to remain expressionless.

Fu Jiang tasted a piece of tempura that she had fried herself.

"It's not that bad, is it?"

Sitting at the dining table, Xiao Fujiang waved to Jia Yezi, signaling her to tuck herself into her bosom.

"Please remember, you can be called Kawakami Fukie, you can be called Uta Fukie, but you cannot be called Kawamata Fukie."

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"I'm so angry!"

(End of this chapter)