Zhai Nan

Kaidan (Kaidan refers to eerie tales of strange, mysterious, rare, or bewitching ghosts and monsters from Japanese folklore.) feed on cognition, wield information as weapons, and use information as currency, existing between the peculiarities of neither life nor death.
They exist in human rumors and dwell in the shadows of the world.
"Does this mean I will become a Kaidan?"
In ancient times, they were worshipped as deities, empowered by faith.
"Then I am a deity!"
In more recent ancient times, they were regarded as demons and fed on fear.
"I will become the master of Kaidan!"
However, as the tides of time washed over, they gradually vanished, leaving behind only texts considered to be delusions.
"To restore the glory of Kaidan is an undeniable duty of ours."
But you are not yet a Kaidan, hmm, nor a person.
"Well, becoming a Kaidan counts as success."

Master of Kaidan

Bakerland's spring was a bit colder than one might imagine, but for the Opera Phantom Suit, which had the element of "Comfort," external factors like temperature, humidity, or anything else were essentially negligible.


Feng Xue, as always, timed his entrance into a supermarket, waiting for a housewife who met his requirements to appear.


He didn't always stake out the same supermarket, but changed locations every few days. After all, the trait of "having shopped at the same supermarket" was too obvious, and any investigator who wasn't a police officer straight out of a Conan set would easily notice.


Time passed by the minute, and one by one, housewives walked past shelves stocked with various ingredients. Feng Xue also picked his targets.


Chapter 147