The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

But if that knife rushes up and fights the gangsters... Maybe he will lose his life.

Even if the gangster was subdued with only a small injury, what good would it do?How many words have been praised?How long did it take for the photo to be posted to the newspaper and praised by others?

These are of no practical significance, and the risk and reward are simply not proportional.

If there is any specialty in old John's life, it must be particularly capable - be careful to make the ten-thousand-year ship, and it is because of this creed that his dilapidated tavern has not closed for so many years.

Although it is also because of this that the dilapidated tavern has never had a chance to grow...

Although several "hostages" in the raw meat area looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could rush forward to subdue the criminals...

Although this may seem a bit suffocating...

Alas, in short, your own life is the most important thing.

Old John leaned against the corner with his head in his arms, his flip phone and wallet obediently handed over to the criminals.

But just when he was about to wait for the police to rescue him, the mobile phone he handed to the gangster suddenly rang.

Caller ID is...

【Dear daughter】.

According to Maqima's instructions, Mubai really saw a supermarket with a small footprint but nice decoration.

The demon Matsma spoke of was inside—the familiar smell couldn't be overpowering.

There are many policemen surrounding the supermarket, and the sheriff with a loudspeaker is shouting at the gangsters, trying to solve this trouble in a way that does not require blood—of course, without blood refers to "no blood when performing tasks."

If the black gangster really surrendered his arms and surrendered honestly... It is uncertain whether these white policemen will kill him.

Mu Bai squeezed through the crowd watching the theater, and walked up to the sheriff with the school card of Wolff Demon Hunter School.

"There are demons inside, leave it to me here."

"Devil?" The sheriff was taken aback for a moment, and then carefully checked the student ID card in the other party's hand.

After confirming that the student ID card was not faked, he was even more confused. "You said there are demons in here? But the notice we received was only to arrest an ordinary black gangster, and we haven't heard of any demons."

"No?" Mu Bai was also taken aback, but he clearly smelled the devil's breath.

Even if he smelled it wrong, it's impossible for Mazima to be wrong too, right?

Or is it that the black gangster hasn't used the ability of the devil until now, but was sensed by Maqima in advance?

Ok……

"Maybe the information was delayed." Mu Bai finally chose to insist on eating his dinner, "Anyway, let me go in and have a look first. It's better to make a mistake than let the devil go."

"Uh...Okay." The sheriff didn't stop him—even if he didn't like the Asian in front of him, he couldn't ignore the gold-rich student ID card.

In San Francisco, Wolff Demon Hunter School's voice is even higher than that of the local government, and he, an ordinary sheriff, would not dare to offend him.

"If there is any other situation, please inform us as soon as possible - and I hope you will not injure the hostages due to operational errors."

"Hmm." Mu Bai could hear the blame in the second half of the other party's sentence, but it didn't matter.

Even if he didn't come out with the Darkborn Demon Sword now, dealing with a mere ordinary demon wouldn't hurt innocent people—if scaring didn't count.

"I wish you success!" The sheriff, who put all responsibility aside, waved his hands with a smile.

Mu Bai didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he took out the "Cun Hao Sword" on his back and walked straight into the supermarket.

He didn't need to ask or look to know where the black gangster was hiding—the demonic aura was too obvious.

He walked quietly to a seemingly ordinary wall, and then pressed his sword against the wall.

And then, a little harder.

The sword that took several years of angels and demons to make is not to say that it is indestructible, at least it is not a problem to cut iron like mud.

The mere concrete walls are as weak as tofu dregs in front of this sword.

The front half of the long sword easily penetrated the wall until it lightly touched something softer than the wall - that was the target's neck.

"Disarm and surrender." Mu Bai said softly through the wall, "Of course, you can also try to summon your contract demon to fight to the death."

"..." There was a silence behind the wall.

Mu Bai pushed the hilt of the sword slightly again.

Although he couldn't see anything through a wall, he could clearly smell the blood spilling out.

"Don't try to hurt the hostages. The speed with which I move my wrist is definitely faster than the speed with which you can take a step forward and then swing your knife. Now you have only two ways to go. You can directly disarm and surrender or summon the contracted demon to try to kill me."

This time there was movement behind the wall.

It was the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Mu Bai was very disappointed - the sound of footsteps came from the hostages, which meant that the criminals had given up their resistance.

If the gangster doesn't resist, there will be no demons, and if there are no demons, he will have no dinner.

In the end, I still have to eat instant noodles...

"Don't hurt me..." The gangster begged for mercy from behind the wall.

Mu Bai sighed secretly, and strode directly into the raw meat area.

When the seven hostages inside saw someone rescue them, they all scrambled and ran outside, while the black gangster consciously dropped the knife on the ground and squatted down with his hands on his head.

Mu Bai watched the hostages evacuate safely.

But just as he was about to call the police outside to come in to deal with the aftermath, a strange voice suddenly sounded behind the black gangster:

"Cowardly thing! Revolt! Stand up and resist! Get your damn knees up!!"

When the voice fell, not only the hostages who hadn't run out were stunned, but even the gangster himself was stunned.

Only Mu Bai showed an unexpected and delighted smile.

He was too familiar with this hoarse and eerie sound, and the evil smell was as wonderful as the smell of home to him—it was the smell of food!

"Do you really have some ulterior and evil deal with the devil?" Mu Bai pulled out the sword he had just taken back, and put a big hat on the other side by the way.

Hearing this, the black gangster waved his hands quickly, with panic written all over his face. "I didn't... I didn't take the initiative, it was this demon... it was trying to haunt me...!"

"Oh, is that so?" Mu Bai nodded indifferently.

To be honest, he actually felt that this was true—both he and Mazima sensed the presence of demons, but the police did not "receive the notice", and there were no traces of demon damage at the scene. real.

As for the "robber seems to be out of control" that Machima said before, it should be just an "illusion" caused by remote sensing-it's not that the robber used the power of the devil to cause the loss of control, but that the devil is not restricted by the robber at all, but Both cases are the same for induction.

But anyway, it doesn't matter.

As long as the devil is real.

As long as the gangsters are handed over to the police, the devil must eat them.

"If you explain it, you can just keep it and tell the police. I'm only responsible for hunting demons."

Mubai held a long sword and pressed on step by step, while the black gangster was caught between the former and the demon with a face full of horror, not knowing what to do.

But fortunately, the devil made an answer for him—mandatory "help".

The moment Mu Bai was about to strike, the unknown demon suddenly got into the black gangster's body.

The next moment, the eyes of the black gangster turned pitch black—just like the eyes of a famous female ghost in a famous horror movie in the island country, only pitch black, no white eyes, and looked very scary.

Then, he also noticed some changes in his body—his already tall body became even bigger, but his spine showed a curvature similar to a hunchback, and his hands also became thicker and longer amidst the sound of bones rubbing against each other. It looks like it's not much smaller than a leg.

On the whole...

(Please enter the inner group for the ad-free version) It's like...

A chimpanzee?

Except that there is not so much body hair, it is basically the same as a chimpanzee-of course, it is a "little thin monkey" among chimpanzees.

"Dedicate your fear to me, and I will give you great power..."

The thick lips of the black gangster were moving, but the voice of speaking was that of the devil.

It has taken over the body of black gangsters.

The only good news is that this kind of occupation is not "the demon occupying the body of the dead" like the devil, but "the demon borrows the body of the living", which means that there is still a chance to separate the two.

Mu Bai didn't want to eat human flesh together.

"Why don't you come out of this person's body, otherwise it's not convenient for me to give you a good time." Mu Bai looked at the other person's body while talking, thinking about which part should be removed first.

"Hehe...the arrogant demon hunter..."

The devil let out bursts of weird laughter, and then blew his identity in a proud tone amidst the piercing laughter:

"I'm a plantation demon...I came from black slaves...All black people will fear me, and that fear is already engraved in their genes...I'm stronger than you know..."

"Plantation Devil? It's a bit powerful." Mu Bai clapped his hands appreciatively, "Then do you have a brother called Zero Yuan Buy Devil? Or Cotton Devil Brother? If it's not possible, there must be a Watermelon Fried Chicken Devil Brother?"

Knowing that it was ridiculed, the plantation demon became furious, and directly showed its weapons—two very cool-looking... long whips.

Well, it fits the style of the word "plantation".

"Wake up, my slaves!"

The long black whip twitched swiftly and hit the two black hostages who hadn't run far.

Dark purple blood marks appeared, and the two black men stopped immediately.

One of these two people was a black woman and the other was a black old man. At this moment, they both walked towards Mu Bai blankly, their eyes had turned completely black like the plantation demon.

The blow worked, but the plantation demon didn't stop its action.

It swung another long white whip and whipped it straight at the other white hostages.

The same deep purple bloodstains also appeared on those white people, and their consciousness disappeared instantly - the only difference was that their eyeballs became completely white instead of completely black.

Seeing a white person being "assimilated", the two assimilated black people suddenly turned around and walked towards their "companion".

When they touched together, something magical happened:

The two black men suddenly became extremely powerful, and then they tore off their legs and handed them to four white men.

The four white men who got a big black leg each used their legs as weapons, and their fighting power soared several times in an instant.

They fit together in a very new way.

Brother Lin's career of hard work and struggle all his life finally got a perfect interpretation and feedback at this moment.

But... Mu Bai just scratched his head, and didn't feel how strong this ability is - anyway, he is neither black nor white, so the two whips probably won't work on him.

But just as he was about to rush up and kill the plantation demon with a sword, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a hostage hidden under a shelf not far away—a middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old.

Still a bit familiar...

It seems to be... the owner of that denim jacket?

That is to say...

He is Vivian's father?

sunset.

Vivian still didn't wait for her father who went out to buy groceries.

She had called, but the other party didn't answer.

She was a little afraid that something had happened to her father.

She looked at the setting sun on the horizon.

It should be about half an hour before it gets completely dark, and it will take at least half an hour from dark to the appearance of the full moon.

More than an hour...should be enough.

The girl gently opened the door.

Chapter 12 The Werewolf Demon: Almost Got It