Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 55. Strange Time

"do you died?"

After Ange inserted the folding knife into the Holy Lord's eyes, his body was soaked in boiling dragon blood and swayed like a falling meteor.

"Just you, a half-blooded bastard?"

"My patience is limited."

The Sculpture Lord looked at Ange's figure, removed the broken pieces of the folding knife, his eyes were indifferent, the pattern of the horse talisman flickered, and the injuries were visibly healed.

"My slave, kill him."

Several shadowy soldiers emerged and went forward to finish off the enemy.

Upon seeing this, the Holy Lord's true form took away the power of the Rat Talisman from the sculpture and focused on dealing with Jackie Chan, the one who was blessed by the divine armor.

"Principal Ange!"

"Jackie Chan, you should take care of yourself first."

Seeing Ange's injuries, Jackie Chan was anxious as if he was walking on a hot pot. He tried his best to kill the Holy Lord. The god's armor flashed with light, and his fists were filled with tremendous power.

There was no time to play with Jackie Chan. The tiger talisman pattern flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes, and the whole dragon turned into two dragons, good and evil, with half of the tiger talisman pattern in each eye. They followed the inertia to grab Jackie Chan. The good dragon resisted Jackie Chan's powerful punch, and the evil dragon knocked Jackie Chan away for more than a hundred miles.

"Holy Lord."

"Pfft!"

Jackie Chan spat out two mouthfuls of blood and lay motionless on the ground, almost dying. He wanted to activate the divine armor to bless himself, but it was no use.

The Holy Lord, who merged into one body, left behind a lonely and domineering figure, ready to deal with Xu Zhenqing and his father.

"Uncle Long!"

"Dad and Uncle Xu, please save my Uncle Long."

"Is this being reduced to intellect by righteousness, not attacking Jackie Chan's sword?" Xu Zhenqing looked at the big screen, feeling somewhat puzzled. After careful consideration, he concluded, "The Holy Lord is dividing the power of righteousness to prevent it from concentrating on one person."

But Jackie Chan cannot be killed. This is probably a trap set by the immortal gods. It would be bad to destroy it rashly. After all, it is a trap set by others.

This makes the Holy Lord look less like a villain. Given his personality, shouldn't he have captured Jackie Chan and threatened his father to throw away his magical weapon?
"The Holy Lord is coming. Are you ready, sir?" Xu Zhenqing looked at his father curiously. The other party seemed calm and composed. He was not in a hurry even though his nephew was seriously injured.

"Dad, please find a way to help Uncle Long."

"Not in a hurry."

"Chairman Xu is not in a hurry, so why should I, an old man, be in a hurry?" The old man's eyes were calm, and his wrinkled hands were comforting Xiaoyu. This made Xu Zhenqing startled. This was not his father at all.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"I am who I am, and I have always been who I am."

Xu Zhenqing understood now. This was a way for the big guys to experience life. There was nothing to worry about. He could just wait to be taken away.

In the Jackie Chan Adventures episode, in the History Book, Dad directly became a great wizard. But whether he was originally a great wizard or something else, the original book did not indicate. Only Xiaoyu and Jackie Chan were always called reincarnations.

Compared with Dad's magic which has been growing and reaching the level of a great wizard, it is more reasonable for him to become a great wizard. Otherwise, why doesn't Zhengqi choose other wizards?

As long as the father is a great wizard, choosing the father seems very appropriate. Of course, this is just Xu Zhenqing's guess, after all, there is too little information to show in the animation.

"Sir, are you a great master?" Xu Zhenqing asked politely.

"Archmage?"

Dad replied calmly: "No, I am just a disciple of the Grand Master."

This left Xu Zhenqing even more bewildered. Could the other party be an immortal god? Xu Zhenqing knew not to ask questions he shouldn't ask. Knowing too much wouldn't be good for him. Looking at the state of his father's soul, he worried about the Saint Lord's miserable state.

"Then I will take Xiaoyu away first, and leave the rest to the old gentleman." Xu Zhenqing said casually, practicing the good habit of not taking action himself when he can let others do it.

"Come on, uncle will take you to the amusement park and have a big meal."

"But what about Uncle Long and Dad?"

Xu Zhenqing took Xiaoyu's soft and boneless little hand and flew directly out of the cabin and flew towards the nearest city.

Looking at Xu Zhenqing and Xiaoyu leaving, a strange smile flashed across the old man's face, which made Xu Zhenqing, who was observing with his spiritual sense, feel a chill on his back.

"What's going on? It's like I've fallen into a trap set by someone else. Who is it?" Xu Zhenqing groaned inwardly. He just wanted to kidnap the former Shadow Queen. He didn't commit any big mistake.

When he arrived in this city, Xu Zhenqing was not interested in knowing where this place was, and went straight to the largest amusement park here.

"Xiaoyu, don't worry. We can broadcast the game live and watch your Uncle Long and the old man fight the Holy Lord." Xu Zhenqing said to Xiaoyu sincerely, with a strand of hair flying in front of his handsome profile, adding a sense of elegance.

"Red Queen, start the live broadcast."

"As you wish, Master."

Red Queen called up the images from the front line, and Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Jackie Chan and his father were both fine.

It is said that when things are going well, look at Jackie Chan; when things are going badly, look at Old Man; when things are desperate, look at Xiaoyu; and when the world is about to end, look at Holy Lord. There is some truth to this.

At best, it's a headwind now, so just let Dad do his thing.

"What would you like, sir?"

"Xiaoyu, would you like a drink? Just order the most complete one for two people."

An angry Xiaoyu looked at Xu Zhenqing and pleaded, "Uncle Xu, can we stop making trouble? Dad and the others need me."

"Shh~"

"look."

Xu Zhenqing pinched Xiaoyu's collagen-filled face and pointed to the two figures riding the carousel outside the window.

A grown-up Xiaoyu, wearing a black tight-fitting outfit that outlines her proud figure, seemed to feel someone was watching her, so she turned her head away.

Xu Zhenqing narrowed his eyes and watched the two of them walk together quietly.

"Xiaoyu?"

"How do you know me?"

Xiaoyu was a little surprised to see Dayu. She didn't know why this older sister knew her, but she just felt that she was somewhat familiar.

"I have a headache. Why am I seeing my past self?" Dayu held his forehead with his hand, then walked straight over and hugged Xiaoyu to his chest.

"Who is that person?" Xu Zhenqing pointed at the blurry figure in the carousel and asked Dayu curiously.

"Of course, who was that?" Dayu was about to speak, but then found his mind went blank. He didn't know why he was riding the carousel with that person just now.

Xu Zhenqing walked over to look, but there was no one there. However, the three of them had just seen each other, and he was a monk in meditation, so it was absolutely impossible for him to be hallucinating.

"Time seems to have forked." After thinking for a moment, Xu Zhenqing had to come to this conclusion. It seemed that someone tried to change time, and as a result, another timeline was directly destroyed. The remaining things were absorbed by this timeline, resulting in these phenomena.

Looking at the pair of Yu and Xiaoyu who looked like mother and daughter, Xu Zhenqing felt serious. It was the Holy Lord and his father who opened a timeline, and then for unknown reasons, this timeline was directly shattered and collapsed.

"Is it because of my uniqueness that all methods for changing the timeline related to me are ineffective?"

(End of this chapter)