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

His left half was twisted and deformed, with non-human substances surging under his skin. Several purple-black tentacles extended from his shoulders, waist and arms, wriggling in the air and emitting a smell of decay.

These tentacles wrapped around Misako Amamiya as if they had their own consciousness, fixing her firmly against the wall.

Misako's home clothes had been torn into a mess, and a few strands of black hair were stuck to her forehead soaked with cold sweat. Her eyes were full of fear and despair.

"Misako, do you know?"

Yiyan tilted his head, his voice a mixture of boyish immaturity and the hoarseness of something foreign.

"I've been watching you for a long time."

A tiny tentacle gently stroked Misako's cheek, leaving a mark.

Misako struggled violently, but the tentacles only tightened.

"The old man can't satisfy you at all, right?"

A twisted smile appeared on Kazuhiko's face.

"I originally planned to slowly approach you and let you fall step by step. But now..."

He raised his mutated left hand, tentacles swaying at his fingertips.

"I have a more direct approach."

"Let me go! Are you crazy?" Misako screamed, her voice filled with tears.

"Where's Yosuke? What did you do to your father?"

Yiyan's smile became even more ferocious:

"That piece of trash? No longer needed.

Now, there are only two of us in this family.”

A thick tentacle suddenly pierced Misako's arm, and she screamed in pain.

The toxin on the surface of the tentacle quickly seeped into her blood, Misako's struggles gradually weakened, and her cheeks began to flush unnaturally.

"How does this feel?"

Yiyan leaned close to her ear, breathing rapidly.

"Soon you'll be begging me."

Misako felt a strange heat spreading through her body and her consciousness began to blur.

In her last moments of clarity, the image of the young monk next door emerged in her mind.

"Help... help..."

She used up her last bit of strength and her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"No one can save you,"

Kazuhiko declared proudly, running his finger over her trembling lips.

"You can only belong to me."

At this time, Xiu Yuan had kicked open the door of the villa and walked in.

The door lock was as soft as paper under his strength, and the sound of the wooden door frame breaking echoed throughout the first floor.

In an instant, the scene in the living room came into view

Kazuhiko Amemiya stood with his back to the door, his left half completely transformed. Purple-black tentacles spread wildly from under his torn school uniform, like the embodiment of some deep-sea nightmare.

Misako Amamiya, who was bound by tentacles, was in tattered clothes, her face was flushed, her mind was beginning to blur, her lips were slightly open, and she murmured weak cries for help.

"Help…"

The air was filled with a fishy, ​​sweet smell mixed with a rotten smell, which was nauseating.

Xiuyuan frowned.

Kazuhiko Amemiya turned around suddenly and saw Xiuyuan standing at the door. His expression quickly changed from initial surprise to a morbid excitement.

Yiyan, whose half face had been transformed, showed a ferocious smile, and his eyes flashed with a gleam that did not belong to humans.

"Monk? You're here too? That's perfect, let me show you my power!"

Kazuhiko laughed wildly. His voice was a mixture of the clearness that was unique to youth and the hoarseness that was foreign to him, forming a strange duet.

Several thick tentacles rushed towards Xiu Yuan like arrows, so fast that they even made a sharp whistling sound in the air.

The tip of the tentacle cracked, revealing countless tiny fangs and emitting unpleasant mucus.

Xiuyuan stood there without even raising his eyebrows.

Monsters of this level are nothing but insignificant dust to him.

But to be touched by such a filthy thing was an insult to him.

"Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored One, Ksitigarbha, the Prajnaparamita Buddhas, the Prajnaparamita Paramatai."

Xiuyuan chanted the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Mantra in a slow and steady voice, yet it contained an unstoppable majesty.

As the spell fell, a golden dragon-shaped light burst out from his palm and instantly transformed into a circling and roaring golden dragon in the air.

The golden dragon opened its huge mouth and pounced towards Kazuhiko Amemiya with the Buddha's light that could purify all evil.

Those tentacles that were originally so powerful were like candles encountering a raging fire in front of the golden dragon. They began to twist, shrink, and emit black smoke before they even made contact.

"No...impossible!"

The arrogance on Amemiya Kazuhiko's face collapsed in an instant, replaced by pure fear.

He felt the essence of that power - sacred, pure, and inviolable, the thing that the demon in his body feared most.

The golden dragon passed through Kazuhiko Amemiya's body without causing any blood or flesh to splatter. There was only a shrill scream and a large amount of black smoke gushing out of his body.

The tentacles that were originally wrapped around his body were like being burned by a raging fire. They quickly shriveled and fell off, turning into black ashes and floating in the air.

Xiuyuan walked forward slowly, his moon-white robe a holy barrier in the night, keeping out the filth. His gaze was as calm as water, yet it contained a devastating power.

Amemiya Kazuhiko stood frozen in place, his altered half twitching slightly as residual purple-black energy surged futilely beneath his skin. He stared at Xiuyuan with utter disbelief. The devastating golden dragon had completely shattered his newly inflated arrogance. The power he had summoned from that forbidden book with so much effort, even at the cost of sacrifice, was rendered as fragile as a bubble before this monk.

"No... This isn't true! This is impossible!"

His sanity was collapsing, and the horror on the boy's distorted face was quickly replaced by a madness that came from the monster's instinct.

The parasitic tentacles in his body were screaming, terrified, and urging him to fight back.

"My power...I am the chosen one! Who are you?"

Kazuhiko Amemiya roared, his voice sharp and piercing, mixed with the hoarseness of a boy's voice change and inhuman noises.

He tried to re-condense the scattered tentacles, but only a few ugly tumors appeared on his arms, which then deflated in an instant.

He completely lost control, and his remaining human instincts were completely overwhelmed by the devil.

He was like a wounded beast, waving his still intact fist and rushing towards Xiu Yuan desperately.

The movements were clumsy and disorganized.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Xiuyuan stood there, not even the hem of his monk's robe moving.

He looked at the young man who was rushing towards him and could no longer be called a human being, his eyes as calm as the depths of an ancient well.

There wasn't a single unnecessary emotion, as if one was just watching a moth flying towards a flame.

He simply raised his eyelids and his gaze fell on Kazuhiko Amemiya.

There was no chanting of mantras, no seals, and even no Buddha light appeared.

The moment Xiuyuan's eyes met Amemiya Kazuhiko, a cluster of silent (Nomachi) golden flames ignited out of thin air from the boy's body.

The flame was pure and fierce, targeting the source of the filthy demonic energy directly.

"Ugh—!"

Kazuhiko Amemiya's movements came to an abrupt halt, and his forward momentum froze in an instant.

The madness and ferocity on his face turned into extreme pain and astonishment.

He looked down at his chest and saw golden flames bursting out from his heart, quickly spreading throughout his body.

He wanted to scream, but all he could make was a short and distorted sound, and no more sound came out.

The golden Buddha flame was like the most thorough purifying light, igniting his alienated body and polluted soul.

Without struggling or resisting, his body quickly became transparent and ethereal in the flames, melting like ice and snow under the scorching sun. The tumors that had just been wriggling and the remaining demonic energy were all transformed into nothingness in the golden flames.

In a split second, Amemiya Kazuhiko vanished into thin air, leaving not even a trace of ash behind. All that remained was a faint, strange scent resembling sandalwood mixed with sulfur, and a lingering burning sensation in the air, testament to what had just transpired.

Xiu Yuan withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent, as if he had just casually brushed away a speck of dust.

His gaze passed over the empty ground and fell on the unconscious woman standing by the wall.

At this moment, Amamiya Misako has completely lost consciousness, only instinct remains.

Chapter 84: Bathroom PIAY

Misako, who had lost consciousness, was floating in the void, her consciousness blurred and hazy.

She felt an unprecedented warmth flowing through her body, as if the warmth had its own will, gradually dispelling the cold and pain in her body.

"Is this what death feels like?"

She thought in a trance, but felt that this warmth and unprecedented sense of fulfillment were too real.

In her chaotic dream, a familiar figure gradually became clear - Xiuyuan. He was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, his face calm. He stood not far from her, looking directly at her.

There was no emotion in those eyes, but they contained a power that could see through everything.

Misako suddenly remembered those eyes!

It was at her most desperate moment, when those disgusting tentacles were wrapped around her body and when her stepson revealed that inhuman and hideous face, that the young monk came into her sight.

"I'm alive?"

The sense of crisis penetrated her consciousness like an electric current. Misako suddenly woke up, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes opened instantly.

The impact of reality is stronger than imagined.

She found herself hanging on Xiuyuan like a sloth.

Xiuyuan looked calmly at Misako who had just woken up, neither embarrassed nor shy, as if this posture was the most normal thing.

Misako's face instantly turned red, almost burning.

She turned her face away reflexively, not daring to meet Xiu Yuan's eyes.

Xiuyuan did not stop his actions just because Misako woke up.

Until the end, Xiuyuan put Misako on the ground, held her head, and fed her nectar.

Misako had read about nectar in some Tantric materials, so she did not resist much and obediently opened her mouth to drink the nectar given by Xiuyuan.

An indescribable warmth immediately spread from the throat to the whole body, like a sudden enlightenment, and like a spring breeze blowing away the last bit of chill in the severe winter.

She felt her mind become more peaceful than ever before, and the nauseating discomfort in her body also subsided.

"Kazuhiko!" Misako suddenly woke up, recalling what had just happened, fear crept up her spine again.

"What happened to him? He... he's not human anymore, he's become..."

"It has been removed."

Xiu Yuan's tone was flat, as if he was just stating an insignificant fact.

"He has become a demon, and his life is judged by karma."

Misako opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Should she mourn the death of her stepson, or be thankful she escaped death?

The twisted and deformed half-human, half-demon was no longer the taciturn boy he once was.

"Yosuke!"

An even more terrifying thought flashed through her mind.

"Where's my husband? Kazuhiko said he—"