Chainsaw Man, starting contract to cut down the Demon Line

"For example, guiding people, or providing answers to problems, or..."

The middle-aged man shook his head, not following Yan Liang's lead, but instead speaking to himself:

"I know you outsiders are rather impatient. You must have heard about what's going on here and are feeling lost about the current predicament, which is why you've come, right?"

"But I have to tell you, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

As he spoke, the uncle raised his hand and pointed to the center of the lawn.

Yan Liang subconsciously looked over and, following the direction of his finger, could see a young woman lying face down on the lawn covered with mats.

On top of her was a young man with dark skin and dyed blond hair. He was barefoot, stepping heavily on the woman's back.

The woman gripped the edge of the mat with both hands, her head tilted back, her expression a mix of pain and joy.

"Did you see that person?"

The uncle couldn't help but let a hint of pride slip into his voice.

That's my wife.

"I won't listen, I won't listen..." Dongshan Xiaohong covered her face with her hands, only daring to peek through her fingers in the direction the uncle was pointing. Then, as if pricked by a needle, she became restless and unable to sit still. She muttered under her breath:

"It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion..."

Yan Liang's lips twitched. He definitely didn't want the uncle to continue, but the uncle clearly didn't care about Yan Liang's feelings, only muttering to himself, his mind preoccupied with his own thoughts:

"Isn't she beautiful?"

He gazed tenderly at his wife: "I haven't seen her this happy in a very, very long time, since everyone in the village fell ill."

"you……"

Yan Liang felt as if he were choking. He tried to organize his thoughts, to say something, to refute something.

But at this moment, facing this situation...

What can he say? What can he refute?

"You want to ask why I can sit here calmly and watch, right?"

Noticing Yan Liang's hesitant expression, the uncle smiled, puffed out his chest confidently, and then dropped a bombshell:

"To be honest, I've had cancer before."

"I tried everything to treat my cancer, and I emptied my savings. But the disease wasn't cured; instead, the side effects of those chemotherapy drugs... made me impotent."

The man pointed to his genitals and said, "That's a physiological defect; no amount of medicine will help."

"Because of my physical condition, I am unable to satisfy my wife. She is a normal woman who needs physical comfort. But I cannot."

“She was in a lot of pain during that time, and I was also immersed in pain every day.”

"Until the arrival of the cult leader," the man's tone suddenly rose, "the cult leader performed a miracle and cured my cancer!"

"I can live again!"

"But unfortunately, the cult leader said he was powerless to help me with my impotence. He didn't use his divine power to restore my physical function, but instead tried to counsel me and my wife."

"Oh? He can cure your cancer, but not your impotence?" Yan Liang asked coldly.

He suddenly realized that if the cult leader truly possessed healing abilities, there was no reason for him to leave such a disability, unless it was intentional. Or perhaps, he wasn't truly omnipotent, and there were some things he couldn't do.

"No, young man, your vision is too narrow."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "According to the cult leader, he could certainly do it if he wanted to. But... there's no need."

"Is it unnecessary?" Yan Liang frowned.

"Yes, there's no need."

The uncle began his long-winded speech again:

"At that time, the cult leader asked me: Do you love her?"

“I said yes, I love her more than I love myself.”

The leader then asked: "Since you love her, why do you restrict her? Love is formless and should not be bound by worldly conventions. If you are unable to give her happiness, do you expect her to suffer with you?"

The middle-aged man spread his arms wide, a smile appearing on his face:

"At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me, young man! Love should not be a constraint!"

The older man continued to point at his wife on the lawn. At this moment, the blond man who had been stepping on the lawn earlier was sweating profusely and had gone off to rest. Another man took his place and stepped on the older man's wife's back.

The older man became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his spittle almost flew onto Yan Liang's face:

"Look, even though she's at someone else's feet now, she's found contentment! As the one who loves her most, I sit here, silently watching her enjoy her happiness, giving her my sincerest joy."

"Isn't this kind of selfless dedication great?!"

The middle-aged man shifted his position closer to Yan Liang, moving closer to him.

"Young man, do you understand? Only love that abandons possessiveness is true love!"

"I've seen you two young people hugging and cuddling the whole way, you seem like a good match. Want to try it out too? Don't worry, we villagers are very proper; we always wear shoe covers before the back-stepping, it's clean and hygienic..."

As the uncle spoke, he reached out his hand, intending to pat Yan Liang on the shoulder.

"Snapped."

But Yan Liang intercepted the uncle's wrist in mid-air.

"..."

Yan Liang did not speak.

He took a deep breath.

Then he took another deep breath.

But it didn't work.

Faced with such an absurd scene, it's not something you can suppress by taking a few deep breaths.

That's enough.

Suddenly standing up, Yan Liang shook off the uncle's wrist.

"After saying all that, I just want to ask, where does your cult leader live...?"

The uncle subconsciously swallowed and pointed to the faintly visible hill at the northernmost edge of the village:

"In...in that church to the north...the priest usually prays for everyone there..."

"very good."

Yan Liang snorted coldly.

Not wanting to waste even a second, Yan Liang bent down and grabbed Dongshan Xiaohong by the collar.

"Huh? Huh? Captain? Wait, wait a minute..."

Xiao Hong was lifted up by Yan Liang with one hand. Although the posture was awkward, Xiao Hong knew how to keep her mouth shut and obediently shrank her neck, sensing Yan Liang's mood at that moment.

Yan Liang, with a sullen face, walked down the steps of the stands.

What information...?

What covert investigation...?

He's going to meet that so-called cult leader now, to see what kind of person he really is.

Whether the people in this village have mental problems or not, Yan Liang no longer cares, nor does he want to care at all.

That cult leader had better be truly capable and able to provide the clues he wanted.

Otherwise...

The village he built, the villagers he brainwashed, are disgusted by this incident. He's going to settle this score with them.

Chapter 86 The Second Encounter with the Slash Line Demon

After taking Dongshan Xiaohong away from the park, Yan Liang slowed down.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

It's not that I want to go back and look, but I'm really tired.

After experiencing several blows to his values, a feeling of exhaustion from the depletion of his rationality made him feel like his brain was being churned up.

"Captain, are you alright?" Dongshan Xiaohong, who was following behind, almost bumped into his back. Seeing Yan Liang's not-so-good expression, she quickly asked.

Yan Liang didn't answer immediately. He walked to a bench that could be seen everywhere along the street and sat down. Then, he pointed to a street corner not far away:

"Xiao Hong, go buy me a bottle of water."

"I want it iced. I need to cleanse my brain."

On the way here, Yan Liang saw some vending machines; you can find them if you look around.

"Okay! I'll go right away!"

Xiao Hong nodded.

To be honest, she desperately needed to do something to calm herself down, so she quickly ran towards the street corner.

After watching Xiao Hong's figure disappear, Yan Liang let out a long breath, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the sky above the village.

It's an absolutely disgusting place.

Despite its clean and tidy appearance, what lay beneath was utterly disgusting.

"You're wrong to think that way..."

Just as Yan Liang remained silent, a voice devoid of emotion rang in his mind.

The voice was very cold and clear, yet it was also very familiar to Yan Liang.

"On the contrary, I quite like it here."

"who?!"

Yan Liang opened his eyes and quickly looked around. But the streets were empty, without a single person in sight.

After remaining in this position for a few seconds, Yan Liang's wariness turned into a hint of surprise, followed by sudden realization.

That sound... didn't come from outside.

It came from the depths of his mind.

That was something he had called out to in his heart countless times, trying to establish communication, but which never received any response.

For some reason, in this strange village, it responded to him on its own initiative—

Cut down the demons.

Yan Liang's tense muscles relaxed, and he sat back down on the bench, but his expression became somewhat strange:

"So it was you..."

Seeing that the other party had taken the initiative to appear at this moment, Yan Liang couldn't help but ask him:

“Before, no matter how I called you, you wouldn’t answer or even react. Why did you suddenly appear here at this time?”

You've misunderstood.

The voice of the demon slashing through the enemy lines remained devoid of any emotion:

“I have no interest in their so-called love. Whether they possess each other or share each other, it makes no difference to me.”

"The reason I say I like this place is because I see order here."

"order?"

Yan Liang was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world:

"Do you have such a perverse sense of humor?"

"Of course not, you don't need to overthink it."

The demon in my mind, the one that cut off my lifeline, answered calmly:

"The world is oriented towards chaos, and so is humanity."

"In order to satisfy their own selfish desires, humans constantly break the bottom line they set for themselves. A promise made today can be torn up tomorrow for the sake of profit."