Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

This guy, pretending to be all righteous and indignant, is going to save him from his dire straits.

But how did this dire situation come about? Vallon knew perfectly well.

There has never been a truly successful collaboration with this guy.

He only wanted to make money, but not only did he fail to make any money, his savings dwindled, and his financial situation deteriorated.

He'd actually ended up driving a bus! He never imagined he'd ever be so down on his luck! He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the blaring horn expressing his rage.

At this time.

A thick arm suddenly landed on his shoulder.

Holy Lord? Valon was taken aback. When did this guy arrive? There was no sound of footsteps at all.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, and the Holy Lord seemed to have anticipated his arrival, meeting his gaze in the mirror with a smile.

Valon quickly looked away.

I almost forgot, the Holy Lord is a demon.

"Looks like you have a problem with me, Valon, how dare you talk to me like that!"

The Holy Lord spoke slowly and deliberately, then gently squeezed his shoulder with his hand.

"No, I can't. This is the lowest point in my life, you understand? I'm exhausted. I don't want to build a career anymore. All I want to do now is drive my car!"

Valon lowered his head, looking utterly exhausted.

He was dejected and downcast, like a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

"It seems you don't trust me at all, Valon!"

"It is common knowledge that you are untrustworthy!"

Valon retorted instinctively.

The Holy Lord lowered his hand and straightened the driver's uniform on him, patting it gently with the air of a superior.

He asked, "Vallon, what does it have to do with me that God broke his promise?" Vallon was taken aback: "Aren't you God?" He was a little confused.

“I am Valmont, the Holy Lord is a thing of the past, but of course you can continue to call me that!”

"The capital..." Valon murmured the name to himself.

"I've returned to rule this world again. Do you remember what I told you?"

"Which sentence?" "Open the gates of hell, and you'll have as much money and wealth as you want!"

The Holy Lord repeated.

A glimmer of hope suddenly sprouted in Valon's heart. He murmured, "I thought you were lying to me..." "Even the most powerful ruler needs subordinates. You're a good guy, but driving a bus isn't for you!"

The Holy Lord said calmly and casually.

"Then... what am I suited for?" A hint of confusion flashed in Valon's eyes.

His spirits were almost completely shattered, and he was momentarily stunned.

"Ask yourself, what is your wish?" "My wish...I want to lie on the top floor of a skyscraper and count endless amounts of money!"

Valon was certain of it.

"very good!"

The Holy Lord said with satisfaction, "Stop the car at the turn ahead!"

Valon couldn't refuse the Lord's request, so he slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of a building.

I glanced around and saw that this was a bank.

"What are you going to do?" he asked uncertainly.

"It seems you've forgotten your original skills!"

The Holy Lord smiled and said, "But it's alright, I'll help you remember!"

He pulled Valon out of the car and stood him at the bank entrance.

In an instant, Valon suddenly felt his body brimming with power, as if he had all twelve talismans in his hands.

His eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

"Do I need to teach you what to do next?" the Holy Lord asked subtly.

Valon stared at his hands in disbelief.

His gaze fell on the Holy Lord's ambiguous smile, and he felt as if he were dreaming.

Holy Lord? Helping me? Is he asleep? "What you're experiencing now is what I'm experiencing, Valon!"

The Holy Lord's Way.

"What do you mean...?" Valon asked, puzzled.

The Holy Lord spread his hands, saying helplessly, "So, this is something that someone like you, who has no older brothers, can't understand!"

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Black Hand Gang, Assemble

Valmont felt that Shendu had really changed.

It's like he's completely changed into a different person, a demon.

It's not just the voice, but also the overall demeanor.

Now that he's resurrected, shouldn't he, according to his usual pattern, rush angrily to find his past powers and fight Jackie Chan and the others? "Go!"

The Holy Lord gently nudged him.

"and many more!"

Valon suddenly said, "There are some other things too!"

He ran to the car, and the Holy Lord leisurely followed behind him.

Valon stepped on the gas, and the bus sped along the road.

A moment later, he stopped on the side of the street and honked his horn.

Ah Fen raised his head.

He was wearing a uniform, holding a broom, and sweeping the roadside.

This is his profession: a street cleaner.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Afen asked, puzzled.

Valon said nothing, but shouted at him, "Black Hand, assemble!"

Ah Fen was stunned for a moment.

He knew that Valon had become a bus driver.

But wasn't this guy already a down-on-his-luck guy who drives during the day and drinks heavily at night?

Valon didn't urge him, but simply counted down quietly.

"One, two... three!" "Let's do it! Boss, which bank are we going to rob?" Ah Fen threw down the broom and dove into the car.

Meanwhile, the Holy Lord sat with his legs crossed in the last row, quietly watching this scene.

Vallon does indeed possess some personal charm.

Despite numerous failures, he seemed capable of winning over others with just a single sentence, inspiring them to follow him in undertaking a major undertaking.

No wonder that after the Holy Lord came to him and promised him wealth, his first reaction was not to rob him, but to go find his brothers who had fallen on hard times.

Next, Valon found Zhou and Lasu, who were washing dishes at the restaurant.

They each only needed to say one sentence to leave their work behind and get into the car.

And then there's Afu. Although they only worked together once, Valon managed to bring him back under his wing with just a single sentence.

The now-fallen Mafia gang reunites on this bus.

"Boss!" The four men stared intently at Valon.

Valon floored the gas pedal, turned, and hurtled towards the bank.

"The Holy Lord has returned! He still remembers us!"

"Valon said in a deep voice."

"Where!" Rasu suddenly stood up, seemingly a little scared.

Valon pointed behind him.

The Holy Lord leaned back casually in the last seat and gave the group a smile.

"Holy Lord...! You've been resurrected as a human?" Zhou quickly realized.

The men looked dejected; they had just failed last time.

Nothing was gained.

The Holy Lord looked around at the group and said, "I have returned to rule this world once more!"

"Where shall we go? Or shall we summon your former palace first?" Afen asked tentatively.

They suddenly felt a pang of regret.

The Holy Lord snorted coldly and said, "Foolish! Times have changed. To rule the world, you no longer need palaces, but strength, money, and power!"

"You're right, hehe!"

Zhou flattered.

He scratched his head. Why did it feel like the Holy Lord had become smarter? Shouldn't he be rushing to Asia like an old fogey, summoning the palace and shouting to vent his anger? "What about Jackie Chan?" Afu asked.

That guy thwarted their plans time and time again, almost becoming a psychological trauma for them.

"Jackie Chan, an old acquaintance of mine, of course I'll handle him!"

The Holy Lord said in a low voice.

A moment later, the piercing wail of police sirens rang out, speeding across the street and passing by the old man's antique shop.

"It's starting, the world is going to be in chaos!" Old Man looked at Tru and Jackie Chan, who were tidying up antique vases. "We need to hurry, Shendu will definitely come back for us, we have to get out of here before he remembers!"

"Where are we going?" Tru asked, puzzled.

"Go far away from District 13. This is the age of darkness!"

"Father, are you saying that even you are no match for the Holy Lord? He has only just been resurrected; we can use magic to seal him back in!"

Jackie Chan pulled Jade back from her wandering way.

“Perhaps we can find powerful magic, just like Uncle Long said!” Jade raised a finger in agreement.

*Smack!* Uncle tapped Jackie Chan on the head with his fingers together, and said seriously, "Even immortal gods can't do this, do you think your father can?" His voice gradually deepened, with a hint of fear, "This time, the resurrected Holy Lord can defeat the righteous forces, and he probably has no weaknesses. Uncle's Qi Demon Curse is no match for him. Even if Lope is resurrected, it won't help!"

"Perhaps there is magic that can seal him..." "There is no such magic!"

The old man murmured, "The Holy Lord himself is a powerful demon wizard. Even if he has a weakness, he will hide it. I can't defeat him..." "Then why didn't he destroy humanity?" Tru scratched his head.

"Tru, demons are not true devils. They have no malice to destroy humanity, but they also have no goodwill whatsoever. Since ancient times, all humans have been nothing more than their servants!"

"Rather than eight demons, they are more like eight monarchs?" Tru said knowingly.

"Just like how higher-dimensional beings view lower-dimensional beings?" Xiaoyu asked cleverly.

“That’s right, we must hide as far away as possible before the Holy Lord regains his rule over the world. Father will try to use air magic to hide us and evade the Holy Lord’s pursuit!”

"This is the only way!" the old man said, emphasizing each word.

At the pinnacle of demonic power, nothing can stop them except immortal gods.

But if even immortal gods are defeated by them, nothing can change the outcome unless a powerful force of justice can be reborn in this world.

When righteousness is lacking, new forces will surely fill the void.

He was unaware that Lü Dongbin had been sealed away.

"We need to wait until the time for the reaction of vital energy is over, but we don't know how long that will take. This is the only way..." the old man muttered to himself.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.