Chapter 230: Nearly Ten Years

"He doesn't like my hometown." Yamamoto Kyoko's lips parted slightly, and she uttered a most astonishing remark.

"The Young Master doesn't like Huaxia either, even though he once stayed there for nearly ten years." The old woman said: "He once lived by the sea in Hokkaido for many years."

"Then..." Yamamoto Kyoko hesitated for a moment, then added: "There is a temple there."

After saying that, her gaze drifted far away once more.

"That temple... Young Lady, have you ever gone to worship at that temple?" the old woman asked.

"No, I'm not accustomed to it." Yamamoto Kyoko said softly.

"Oh, then very well."

The old woman seemed about to speak but stopped herself, and in the end only let out a sigh before walking out the door.

Yamamoto Kyoko lay on the bed for a while, then got up 577, walked into the bathroom, and took a cold shower.

She wrapped a bath towel tightly around her body, wiped the water from her skin, then with her hair loose and wearing slippers, walked toward the balcony.

She had just been about to open the balcony's floor-to-ceiling window when she suddenly discovered that the glass was covered in cracks, like a spider's web, spread across the entire window!

And what was even more horrifying was that a crimson liquid was flowing out from within those cracks, like blood plasma!

"How could this be?" Yamamoto Kyoko's face went white in an instant!

This liquid slowly seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling window, and very quickly soaked the curtains.

And on that curtain, the face painted was precisely that of Kuchiki Senya's handsome countenance.

"Ghost! It's a ghost!"

Yamamoto Kyoko let out a scream!

This was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen in her life — this blood-plasma liquid seeping in from outside the window, staining the walls red — such a scene made one's hair stand on end.

Yamamoto Kyoko was so frightened that she collapsed to the floor!

"Help... help me!"

Yamamoto Kyoko kept shouting, trembling all over, as if already shrouded by this terror!

There were no other residents on this floor, so Yamamoto Kyoko had no reinforcements whatsoever!

She could only curl up on the floor, shivering, arms wrapped around her chest, doing her best to keep herself from being violated.

"You are mine now."

A deep, low voice rang out.

A tall figure appeared beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He wore a suit and sunglasses — clearly the type of bodyguard — his build burly as an ox.