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

The shop assistant glanced at the strange boy and waited at the counter.

She yawned, only to realize that the other person had arrived very early.

He looks like a boy who's waiting to be confessed to, even though he's wearing a tacky bouquet of flowers and looks rather plain.

He sat on the sofa, shaking his leg incessantly, as if afraid others wouldn't know how nervous he was.

She had seen too many of these kinds of people in the coffee shop.

A guy waiting for the girl he's supposed to meet to arrive.

The traditional process usually involves arranging a meeting place via mobile phone, with the time being the determining factor. If the other party shows up, it means they agree; if they don't, it means they refuse.

Having seen so much, I often only need to glance at someone to know whether they will succeed.

She looked at the electric vehicle.

He has a carefree and irresponsible appearance. Despite the scene being one where he's about to confess his feelings, he only prepared a thin bouquet of flowers and didn't even have a gift box.

Boys who prepare like this are unlikely to find their ideal partner.

After all, most girls living in Tokyo are rather pragmatic.

As the sunlight gradually moved closer to the center of the sky, the scattered rays of light dappled the glass exterior of the coffee shop, outlining Dianci's silhouette.

If you concentrate enough, you can just make out the boy's slightly thin shoulders and back in the sunlight from the dark alley not far away.

Soft footsteps echoed through the alley, carrying a hint of joy.

Leise has come to keep the appointment.

Escape, or rather, elopement, is inherently a complicated matter, a psychological struggle for a person.

But last night, on that lonely night, Leisei finally defeated the bomb demon.

She was a little late, but if she arrives now, it's not considered late.

A girl is still a girl after all.

She carefully tied her hair up and ironed the clothes that had been soaked the night before, making sure every strand of hair was neatly arranged.

Through the shadows of the alley, she could make out the outline of the coffee shop.

Leisei paused for a moment.

A little joy is magnified infinitely in one's heart.

Elopement is a high-stakes gamble.

They were gambling on whether the other party would show up, or whether they would abandon everything and flee to some unknown place.

But at this moment, it's clear that both of them made the right bet.

She lifted her foot again and ran quickly toward the coffee shop.

Suddenly, a chattering noise came from the dark alley.

Along both sides of the alley, the rats lined up and crossed Leisel, gathering at the alley's exit, at the boundary between sunlight and shadow.

Leisei stopped.

The mice gathered in greater numbers, climbing on each other until they eventually formed a silhouette.

Machima casually placed her hands behind her back and turned to look at the girl in front of her.

Her eyes held a calm and composed expression.

Nothing that happens in Tokyo escapes her eyes and ears.

Especially everything related to the chainsaw demon.

"Denji is really in love!" she thought to herself.

But that's exactly the result she needed: to kill Reese, and to kill all her companions who were closely connected with Denji.

It drove them to despair.

The two-day romance was being watched by more than one pair of eyes, including Machima's.

Her aura gradually rose in the alley, and she calmly strode towards Leisei.

The touch of death, like the tentacles of an octopus in icy seawater, spread across Leise's cheeks.

She suddenly became terrified, opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

He simply reached for the ring around his neck in fear.

"I like the mice in the countryside too!"

Machima stretched out her hand.

A slash swept through the darkness, heading straight for Leisei's wrist.

"So fast!" Leise exclaimed inwardly.

A chilling sensation had already settled on my wrist; perhaps in half a second, this hand would be severed.

She was no match for Machima.

Absolutely not! The alley was deathly silent. Ever since the appearance of this dominating demon named Machima, everything had fallen into her control.

Leisei closed her eyes.

Tomorrow has arrived, but it still feels so far away, Denji-kun.

But a whisper suddenly broke the silence.

Machima couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The slash seemed to be swallowed up by something, like a gentle breeze blowing by and lifting Reese's bangs.

"Really? I quite like country mice too!"

Her voice smoothly picked up where she left off.

The sound came from above, and Machima looked up.

The angel demon who was supposed to be waiting on the rooftop had long since disappeared.

A feeling of horror instantly swept over my entire body.

It's clearly noon.

But the sun disappeared.

A huge, pale purple moon stretched across the entire sky.

Machima looked back and noticed that the pale golden sunlight reflected on the glass exterior of the coffee shop had somehow turned into a light purple.

"Was it because of the darkness in the alley that I didn't notice it?" she murmured to herself.

The moon overhead was so conspicuous, it had a kind of oppressive feeling that made megalophobia alike.

The air in the alley suddenly felt lighter.

Leise stared blankly ahead.

A thin, solitary hand appeared out of thin air, abruptly blocking her path.

It was this hand that stopped the slash just now.

Flesh and blood seemed to grow backwards from the palms, with the purplish-red sleeves and even the body appearing in reverse.

In the blink of an eye, a noble demon appeared, hovering between the two.

Zhou Lan.

A smile played on his lips as his gaze drifted unintentionally to the figure disappearing into the coffee shop not far away. He chuckled, "Those city rats have paid a heavy price to elope to the countryside!"

Chapter 120 Let's talk to the car!

Leisei did not recognize the demon that had suddenly appeared before her.

But, unexpectedly.

The aura emanating from the other person felt very familiar.

She racked her brains. The demon's appearance was unfamiliar, but she was certain she had sensed its aura somewhere before.

A moment later, a thought suddenly struck her.

It was moonlight! Pale and cold, the moonlight shining down mercilessly.

Moonlight, or gaze.

"In crucial moments, Denji turns out to be a reliable guy. The devil paid a lot for him to go to the countryside, and he is indeed a guy who can seize opportunities!"

Zhou Lan spoke softly to Lei Sai.

Is there a demon paying the price for electricity? Machima frowned, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

Looking at the whole world, there are demons who would be willing to pay the price for electricity.

There is and only one.

Zhou Lan lightly tapped her finger, and the force carved a sharp path through the alley.

"Escape into the moonlight!"

he laughed.

Leisai glanced at Zhou Lan and lowered her finger from the pull ring.

She seemed to understand something.

He bowed deeply and respectfully, then ran quickly towards the coffee shop.

A large number of rats emerged from both sides of the alley, their eyes red, and desperately rammed into the road.

Amidst their mournful chirping, the mice turned to dust, and Raise happily dashed towards the coffee shop.

Standing outside the glass wall of the coffee shop, she paused for a moment, tidied her hair which had been ruffled by the wind, and then reached out and gently tapped on it.

Tap, tap—The figure behind the wall suddenly turned around as if startled. Denji stared wide-eyed at Reise, who was only separated from him by a wall.

He suddenly stood up in a panic, then hurriedly bent down and picked up the bouquet from the sofa.

The comical sight made Reese burst out laughing.

She pointed at the glass wall and said, "Denji-kun, I'm not late, am I?" Denji nodded vigorously and suddenly roared, his voice booming.

"Lesser, let's run for our lives together!" The next second, he reached for his chest and pulled the ring on his chest, the chainsaw exploding like thunder.

In an instant, he transformed into a chainsaw man, smashing through the coffee shop wall amidst the roar, and handing the bouquet to Leisé amidst the flying debris.

Leisel held the bouquet in her arms with trembling hands.

"Before that, we have to wipe out all the rats from the city!" Dianci roared.

His voice boomed throughout the street.

Like a scene stretched infinitely through a telephoto lens, pedestrians on the street, without prior arrangement, turned their heads in some strange posture to stare at the two people in the coffee shop.

A chilling killing intent permeated pairs of colorless pupils.

The assassin was already in position.

Santa Claus, who came to assassinate Denji, had his dolls turn human arms into sharp blades and pounce from all directions.

This is the other party's power; any human who comes into contact with it will be transformed into a controllable puppet.

The assassination begins from this moment.

As the moonlight shone down, Denji, transformed into the Chainsaw Man, went mad, violently sawing apart one doll after another and scattering their limbs into the sky.

More and more puppets are rushing out from the streets and alleys.

Dianci pulled Leise into his arms and ran wildly down the street.

With the roar of the chainsaw, he roared, "Bochita! My dream! My dream..." He charged through the puppets blocking his way like a chariot, cutting them to pieces.

Amidst the scattered limbs, he looked up and roared to the sky.

"My dream is to become a country mouse!!!" "Bochita, and everyone else, I will never regret it!"

"The more guys try to stop me, the more it proves that I, Lord Denji, am doing the right thing!" He was like a neurotic madman! The ferocious chainsaw man, carrying a beautiful girl, ran wildly under the moonlight, determined to carve a path through the puppets.