After all, a Monk who could casually produce a magic tool must have an unusual identity and background.
Even if he could kill this Monk, he probably couldn't escape the pursuit of the people behind him.
Thinking of this, Suzuki Taro felt somewhat numb all over.
He couldn't win, and even if he won, killing him was risky.
How did he provoke such a guy?
"If I can't beat him, running should work, right?"
Seeing that his methods were completely ineffective against this Monk.
A hint of retreat arose in Suzuki Taro's heart.
He lightly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of heart blood that turned into a blood mist, directly obscuring Hayato's vision.
Suzuki Taro's neck elongated as he prepared to use the Flying Head Curse, intending to abandon this body.
Although more than half of his cultivation and magic power were gathered in this physical body.
Using the Flying Head Curse would cripple half of his cultivation.
However, things had come to this; he had no other choice.
Abandoning this physical body would at least give him a chance to live.
The worst-case scenario was reoccupying a body and starting cultivation from scratch.
If he didn't abandon it, he would be captured by this Monk, and his life or death would be hard to say.
Between escaping with half a life and living a life worse than death, he would definitely choose the former.
Magic power could be cultivated again if lost, but if life was lost, it was truly gone.
He could still understand this much.
"You are quite decisive."
A light sigh suddenly came from within the blood mist.
An expression of terror appeared on Suzuki Taro's face, just as he was about to use the Flying Head Curse to escape.
The next second, a large hand radiating Buddha light extended from within the blood mist and slapped directly onto his head, which was about to detach from his body.
The terrifying magic power contained in this slap not only instantly broke his Flying Head Curse but also sealed all the magic power in his body.
He was now no different from an ordinary person.
"What did you do to me?"
Suzuki Taro looked at Hayato with a face full of horror.
He had no idea what this guy had just done.
Why had all the magic power in his body disappeared?
"Didn't do much, just wanted you to be honest for a while."
Hayato said nonchalantly, reaching out and directly striking Suzuki Taro's neck.
The terrifying force instantly caused Suzuki Taro to faint.
He cultivated authentic Buddhism techniques.
The magic power in his body was naturally the nemesis of these Headhunters who cultivated evil methods.
Seeing him was like a mouse seeing a cat.
Therefore, he had just transferred a wisp of his magic power into Suzuki Taro's body.
Temporarily sealing the magic power within him.
As for whether this guy would live or die in the end, that would depend on what Yamada Yumi thought.
However, based on his understanding of Yamada Yumi.
This guy probably wouldn't survive.
And he would die a rather miserable death.
Of course, these matters were not for him to consider.
Even if this guy really died at the hands of Yamada Yumi, it could only be considered self-inflicted, karmic retribution...
A few years ago, he and the elder brother of Yamada Yumi's husband conspired to frame Yamada Yumi.
This led to Yamada Yumi being killed by her own husband.
Not only could he die at the hands of Yamada Yumi, but he also deserved it.
He had a compassionate heart, but his compassion was only for ordinary people with humanity.
Instead of the scum who cultivates evil methods like this.
Holding Suzuki Taro with one hand, it was like supporting a drunken person.
Hayato took Suzuki Taro downstairs.
He hailed a taxi and went directly to his new house.
Upon arriving downstairs, Hayato took Suzuki Taro to the room on the second floor.
As a gust of wind blew, the door behind him was immediately shut.
His vision blurred, and a figure in a white dress appeared at some point, staring intently at Suzuki Taro lying on the ground.
"Is it this guy?"
Hayato looked at Yamada Yumi.
Of course, this kind of thing still needs to be confirmed.
"It's him!"
Yamada Yumi nodded, a fierce glint in her eyes as she looked at Suzuki Taro.
Although so much time had passed, he looked a bit old.
But even if this guy was burned to ashes, she would recognize him.
If it weren't for this guy, she wouldn't have become like this.
She had waited for so many years.
Now, it was finally her turn to get revenge.
However, before getting revenge, she still had a question in her heart.
She had never met this scoundrel, so why would Suzuki Taro harm her?
Thinking of this, the hair on Yamada Yumi's head grew rapidly, instantly turning into sharp spikes.
With a 'puchi' sound.
It directly pierced into Suzuki Taro's thigh.
The intense pain instantly woke up the unconscious Suzuki Taro, who let out a mournful wail.
A moment later, Suzuki Taro, who had come to his senses, scanned the room with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
The moment he saw Yamada Yumi, an indelible look of terror appeared in his eyes.
"You still remember me, right?"
Yamada Yumi looked at Suzuki Taro with a faint tone, the fierceness in her eyes completely unconcealed.
"I didn't expect you to turn into an Evil Spirit."
"Indeed, I should have extracted your soul and refined it into a Yin Spirit back then."
Suzuki Taro, having calmed down, knew that he was doomed.
He might as well just give up.
He looked at Yamada Yumi with a sinister gaze.
He truly regretted it now, not regretting framing Yamada Yumi back then.
But regretting not eradicating the roots.
If he had been a bit more ruthless then, and refined even the soul of this Woman into a Yin Spirit, what was happening today wouldn't have occurred.
"It's too late to regret!"
Yamada Yumi's pupils were pitch black, emitting a heart-stopping killing intent.
Her hair turned into countless sharp spikes, directly piercing into Suzuki Taro's body.
After piercing his body, the hair continued to spread into Suzuki Taro's flesh, blood, and nerves.
The intense pain, like being torn apart, made Suzuki Taro unable to help but wail.
His entire body was covered in bulging veins, and blood oozed from the surface of his skin.
This kind of pain was far more unbearable than simple penetration.
If he had to describe it, he felt as if his body was being cut into a thousand pieces.
Every inch of his body was screaming.
But, strangely, no fresh blood flowed from the wounds.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."
"The pain you caused me all these years, I will return it to you tenfold, a hundredfold, bit by bit."
Yamada Yumi's voice was calm, but her words sent shivers down Suzuki Taro's spine.
He wasn't afraid of death, but this kind of torture, worse than death, was far more terrifying.
Looking at Suzuki Taro, whose eyes were filled with terror and pleading, Yamada Yumi's expression was devoid of sadness or joy.
She wouldn't let this scoundrel die so easily after all the pain she had endured over the years.
Death, for him, would be a release.
She was going to torture him thoroughly, letting Suzuki Taro slowly feel the arrival of death in pain and despair.
As for how long this would take, a day or a month?
It could even be a year.
Even she herself couldn't say for sure.
Perhaps, only when all the resentment in her heart was resolved, would she let this guy die.
"Master, please kill me, as long as you can kill me, I'll do anything."
Suzuki Taro, tortured to the point of wishing for death, let out a beast-like roar.
He knelt on the ground, looking at Hayato with a face full of pleading.
As things stood, he no longer dared to hope that he could survive.
He just wanted to die quickly here.
That would be better than endless torture.
He knew that with Yamada Yumi's hatred for him, this Woman would definitely not let him go.
So, he could only implore Hayato.
He hoped that this Monk, deep down, had a shred of compassion.
And would give him a quick end.
"amitabha!"
"layman, this is the grievance between you and her, This humble monk is unable to help."
Hayato shook his head.
This was karmic retribution; the evil cause he planted back then was now yielding evil results.
Everything was his own doing.
Moreover, Yamada Yumi was currently in a rage, even if he tried to persuade her, she might not listen..