The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

This thing is worthless trash to me, but to others... maybe it can be very useful?

His fingers unconsciously stroked the rough cover, and a barely perceptible glint of calculation flashed across his eyes.

What would happen if the contents of this notebook were slightly "modified", removing those overly obvious descriptions of disadvantages, and then packaged as some long-lost "quick-fix secret technique" and spread through some shady channels...?

In this world, there is never a shortage of fools who crave power and want to get rich overnight, especially in this environment where weird and supernatural things emerge one after another.

Once someone obtains this "secret technique" and begins to practice it secretly, it will inevitably give rise to more evil spirits and vengeful spirits.

By then, wouldn’t these newly born evil spirits21 be merits and resources that come to you?

The more people who raise ghosts, the heavier the evil spirit in Tokyo and even in the entire daily life will be, and naturally the more evil spirits there will be.

And he, Master Xiuyuan, can just follow the "public opinion", show great compassion, exorcise demons and monsters, reap merits, and accept many worshippers.

This is a highly profitable business. You only need to provide a little "technical support" and then wait for the harvest.

Plant the seeds of evil and reap the fruits of purification, forming a perfect closed loop.

As for those who practice evil arts and become possessed, or whose families are destroyed by backlash?

What does it have to do with him.

After all, the dead were not his own people. As the saying goes, darkness gives light its value, and the boundless sea of ​​hell and suffering can highlight the preciousness and greatness of his future Buddhist Pure Land.

In his opinion, sacrificing some ignorant and greedy mortals to achieve his own supreme Buddhist cause is the best deal.

Xiuyuan raised the corner of his mouth in an almost imperceptible arc, and carefully put the worn notebook into his arms and put it away.

The value of this thing is much greater than that loser Tanaka Nobuo himself.

Xiu Yuan put away the tattered notebook, a plan in mind. Actively spreading this information would be too inefficient and would easily leave traces. He didn't need to personally "sow the seeds."

The official institutions of this world are like a big tree that is rotting from the roots. The appearance may still be barely bright, but the inside has long been hollowed out and is filled with greed, short-sightedness and a morbid desire for power.

The fact that Nobuo Tanaka was able to climb to that position speaks volumes about the quality of this system.

If this modified book of evil magic is "inadvertently" delivered to officials who are eager for power but lack sufficient wisdom and bottom line through a suitable channel, the effect will probably be a hundred times better than promoting it yourself.

As for Taimanin/

Xiuyuan shook his head slightly.

Although that organization has its internal problems, it generally maintains order and acts relatively uprightly."

If we give this thing to them, it will most likely be sealed, studied, or simply destroyed, which will not achieve the effect of expanding reproduction.

Only by handing it over to those rotten officials can these evil seeds take root, sprout and blossom everywhere as quickly as possible.

Thinking of this, Xiuyuan felt quite good.

Utilizing waste, turning waste into treasure, transforming the dregs left by the enemy into food that nourishes oneself, this is the true way to make the best use of things.

On the other side, the Amemiya family's storage room.

It was a narrow, dim place, cluttered with dusty cardboard boxes and long-abandoned junk, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and old wood.

Huddled in a corner, using the dim light from his phone screen, Kazuhiko Amemiya carefully flipped through a thick book with a frayed cover that cast a strange, dark glow. The pages were rough, covered in twisted, bizarre symbols and indecipherable text.

He put down the book, took a deep breath, and used a secretly hidden utility knife to gently cut a cut on his left index finger.

Blood immediately seeped out, carrying a warm fishy smell.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, pressed his fingers on the cold floor, and began to draw a complex and strange magic circle with his own blood according to the pattern described in the book.

The lines were crooked, but he was painting with great concentration, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As the last stroke was made, the magic circle formed by the dark red blood lines seemed to flicker slightly, and the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees.

The only light source in the storage room - the mobile phone screen - also began to flicker inexplicably.

Yiyan swallowed nervously, turned to the next page of the book, and whispered a strange and awkward spell in a dry voice that was still hoarse from voice change.

His pronunciation was halting, like a beginner reciting a foreign language he didn't understand at all, but every syllable revealed an unquestionable determination.

"...The Gate of the Realm...A humble servant...Bid in blood..."

As the spell progressed, the blood-colored magic circle on the floor glowed brighter, changing from dark red to an ominous purple.

The air in the center of the magic circle began to twist and fluctuate, like a stone thrown into the water.

"Pfft."

There was a slight, slippery sound. The ground in the center of the magic circle seemed to be pushed open from the inside, creating a tiny crack.

Then a thin, slippery tentacle, with a color between ink black and dark purple, tremblingly emerged from the gap.

It was very small, probably only as thick as a little finger, its surface covered with mucus, and its tip swayed slightly, as if it was sniffing the surrounding environment.

No eyes, no mouth, just a pure, visceral feeling of strangeness.

This is... the summoned demonic creature?

Yi Yan looked at this unattractive, even somewhat ridiculous tentacle, and a sense of disappointment and absurdity flashed through his heart.

That's it?

But the instructions in the book were clear. He suppressed his doubts and followed the instructions in the book, extending his bleeding left hand and bringing his fingertips closer to the tentacle.

The tentacle seemed to sense something and suddenly stretched straight, with the tip pointing at the wound on Yiyan's fingertips.

The next second, it shot out suddenly like a crossbow, and accurately penetrated the wound on Yi Yan's finger that had not yet completely healed!

"Ah!" Yi Yan was caught off guard. A sharp pain and a cold and slippery foreign body sensation instantly came from his fingertips, making him unable to help but let out a short cry of pain.

He wanted to shake his hand off, but the tentacle seemed to have its own life, clinging tightly to his wound, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it drilled into his arm along the skin under his fingers!

He felt a tingling, crawling sensation beneath his skin, as if a cold worm was crawling through his blood vessels and muscles.

Severe pain, numbness, itching, coldness...all kinds of strange feelings intertwined together, impacting his nerves.

He bit his lips tightly, his face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly with pain and fear.

The tentacle quickly drilled deep into his arm and disappeared.

The piercing pain gradually faded, replaced by a strange, indescribable feeling, as if there was an extra part of my body, a cold, unfamiliar existence, yet connected to my consciousness.

He could "feel" the tentacle lurking in his left arm, as if it was sleeping, or as if it was absorbing something.

At the same time, a faint but real, cold energy began to flow slowly from his left arm to his entire body.

It became.

Kazuhiko Amemiya slowly raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of unfathomable coldness and a new, hidden excitement.

At this moment, the door handle of the storage room suddenly turned, and then was pushed open with a "click".

Yosuke Amemiya stood at the door with a frown on his face, his impatience undisguised.

"Yiyan? What are you sneaking around here for? Look at this place, it's like a garbage dump!"

His eyes swept over the scattered debris and cardboard boxes on the ground, and finally fell on his son, and his tone became more severe.

"Clean this place up! I don't know what you've been thinking about all day..."

He took two steps forward, as if wanting to grab his son's ears, but suddenly noticed the dark red stains on the floor that had not yet completely dried, as well as the barely noticeable scratch and unnatural paleness on his son's left hand.

"What happened to your hand? Is it hurt?"

There was a hint of hesitation in Yosuke's voice, but more of a habitual scolding.

"You look so bad, are you secretly doing something you shouldn't be doing again? I've told you so many times not to learn those messed up things!"

He stretched out his hand 947, wanting to grab Kazuhiko's arm to check.

Just as Yosuke's fingers were about to touch Kazuhiko's skin, the boy's body trembled violently. It wasn't because of fear of his father's scolding, but a cold resistance from the depths of his soul, as if his territory was being invaded.

The foreign object lurking deep in his arm seemed to be disturbed by the sudden external contact. A cold and violent energy instantly ran through Yi Yan's nerves throughout his body!

"Do not touch me!"

Kazuhiko screamed almost subconsciously, his voice was hoarse and sharp, completely unlike his usual self.

His left arm swung out at a speed and angle beyond human limits, so fast that only a shadow was left.

A very slight, sticky tearing sound seemed to echo in the air. "Puff!" The anger and impatience on Amamiya Yosuke's face instantly solidified, replaced by a look of extreme astonishment and disbelief.

He lowered his head and looked at the area on his shirt chest. A hole of moderate size had appeared there at some point in time. Dark red blood was rapidly gushing out of it, instantly dyeing the white cloth red.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only a "huh...huh..." sound came out. His eyes were wide open, staring at his son, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

He swayed twice, and his tall body seemed to have lost all support. He fell heavily backwards and hit the dusty pile of debris with a "bang", stirring up a cloud of dust.

The storage room fell into silence in an instant.

Kazuhiko Amemiya stood there blankly, his left hand still in the waving position.

He looked at his father lying on the ground bleeding profusely, and at his own hand that was trembling slightly and seemed to be normal, and his mind went blank.

What just... happened?

Was it him who did it?

Fear surged into his heart like a belated tide, making him feel cold all over.

But then, an even stranger feeling, a cold sense of power mixed with excitement, strangeness and desire for control, slowly spread from deep within his left arm and coiled around his heart like a poisonous snake.

He looked down at his father who was rapidly losing his life on the ground. The initial panic and fear in his eyes were gradually being replaced by something cold and indifferent.

The pool of blood on the floor shone with an eerie luster under the flickering light of the phone screen.

Chapter 83: Parasitic tentacles, wipe out Kazuhiko Amemiya!

The black car drove smoothly on the way back to the villa.

The carriage was as quiet as ever, with only the low hum of the engine and Chengjiang's steady breathing.

After dealing with the matter with Tanaka Nobuo, the atmosphere in the car was a little more relaxed than when they left, at least for Chengjiang.

She had just perfectly carried out Lord Xiuyuan's order and received a reward. She was feeling happy and satisfied at the moment.

However, when the car approached the block where his villa was located, Chengjiang's fingers gripping the steering wheel curled up almost imperceptibly.

Her succubus-like keen senses detected a sudden and unpleasant aura, the source of which pointed directly to the nearby neighboring Amamiya family.

The smell was chaotic and foul, as if something had just emerged from a cocoon.

She subconsciously looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Almost at the same time, Xiu Yuan, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, slowly opened his eyes.

His perception is more direct and clear.

Unlike the coldness of ordinary vengeful spirits, it was a demonic energy with otherworldly characteristics. Although still immature, it was full of aggressiveness and pollution, like ink dropped into clear water, spreading rapidly.

The smell was still very fresh, obviously an accident that had just occurred.

His gaze calmly turned toward the direction of the Amemiya family outside the car window. In his eyes, the ordinary two-story building now seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light black mist that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Sir?" Cheng Jiang asked softly, with a hint of asking for instructions.

She sensed the nature of that power, similar to her own, but more chaotic and primal.

"Ah."

Xiu Yuan withdrew his gaze, and no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"It's demonic energy, it just appeared."

He instructed Chengjiang:

"Drive the car back first."

Chengjiang didn't hesitate at all:

"Yes, Master Xiuyuan."

Xiuyuan pushed open the car door, and his moon-white monk robe was particularly conspicuous in the night.

He got out of the car without a trace of worldly airs.

Chengjiang started the car as instructed and drove away steadily, leaving the area to her owner.

Xiuyuan walked slowly towards the Amemiya family.

Inside the villa, Kazuhiko Amemiya's body had undergone horrifying changes.