After the cow-hair needle was taken out, Abe Okamon immediately felt that the feeling of fatigue and heat all over his body disappeared. At this time, Abe Kakuichi's entire attention was focused on the cow-hair needle. He didn't even look at Abe Okamon and waved his hand to let him leave.

Jiaoyi picked up the thin needle, not minding at all that it was stained with Abe Okamon's blood. He put it under his nose and smelled it, then licked it with his tongue, savoring the taste carefully. Then his eyes suddenly lit up, and the expression on his face could only be described as surprise and joy.

Abe Jun was so frightened that his eyes widened - hasn't Elder Kakuichi always been a germaphobe? How come he could even put such a disgusting thin needle into his mouth today? Oh Amaterasu, has Elder Kakuichi changed his personality?

"Abe Okamon, when did you go to China? Do you know who wants to harm you? Tell me in detail!"

So Abe Okamon told Elder Kakuichi everything about the dog fight in Hong Kong, how he offended Zhan Feng's master, how he had an embarrassing reaction at the banquet, and his physical condition after returning to Japan.

After listening to this, Jiao Yi played with the ox-hair needle in his hand. After pondering for a while, he said, "I already know about this matter, Abe Jun. I will leave for China soon. You should select a skilled assassin to follow me! Also - don't tell anyone about what happened today. If I predict that the news has been leaked, I will replace the head of the Abe family! Go away!"

After Abe Jun and Abe Okamon shrank back and backed out of the room, Abe Kakuichi stood up and walked to the back wall of the room. He groped around on the flower stand beside the wall, and the wall suddenly moved to both sides, revealing a passage that was one person wide.

Abe Kaku slipped into the secret passage and descended into a ten-square-meter secret room. The walls of this secret room were lined with countless shelves from floor to ceiling, each lit with candles, illuminating the room as bright as day. However, the air in the room was fresh, without a trace of smoke. It was unknown how the air circulated in the absence of windows.

In the middle of the secret room stood a shrine about one meter tall, but the space where the statue should have been placed was empty.

Abe Kakuichi knelt on the mat in front of the shrine and slowly removed his left glove, revealing a small, pale hand that seemed entirely disproportionate to his age and stature. The fingers were delicate and slender, the skin white as cream. A hand like this on a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl wouldn't be surprising, but on an eighty-year-old man, it looked strange.

Abe Kakuichi knelt on the mat, raised his left arm above his head, and muttered something, as if he was saying an obscure and difficult-to-understand spell.

After a while, a white smoke emerged from the shrine and swirled around Abe Kakuichi's left hand, soon forming a white mist ball that looked like a solid object. Abe Kakuichi's left hand was completely hidden in the mist, and then the mist ball slowly floated towards the shrine.

Looking at Abe Kakuichi again, his left hand was gone, leaving only a stump of an arm, severed at the wrist, the cut as neat as a knife. The smoke from earlier seemed to pluck the small hand from Abe Kakuichi's arm like fruit, drifting into the shrine. The mist dissipated, revealing a beautiful doll in the empty shrine.

The doll is dressed as a Japanese geisha, wearing a pink, white, and red silk kimono with a pear blossom pattern. Her hair is styled in a classical bun, and its sleek, shiny hair looks as if it were made from real human hair. Her face is as beautiful as distant mountains, her eyes are like autumn water, and her lips are as red as vermilion. The parts of the doll's face and neck that are exposed outside the kimono are as delicate and supple as real skin. You can even see the blood vessels beneath the fair skin. Aside from the lack of a heartbeat or breathing, and the fact that her proportions are one-tenth the size of a real person, the doll is indistinguishable from a real person.