Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

"I need to find a way to break the seal!" His eyes flickered, and a bloody light lingered, like a burning flame, wanting to burn all obstacles in this world.

"My magic encyclopedia..." That was the book of spells written by the Holy Lord before he was sealed in hell by the immortal gods.

After the Holy Lord was sealed into hell, the book began its wandering journey, passing through the hands of countless demons.

Until the demons were almost all sealed, it reappeared in the palms of many famous dark wizards.

Many dark wizards who have achieved the title of great wizards have held it in their hands and drawn dark wisdom and power from it.

Over the past thousands of years, the magic recorded in the magic encyclopedia has become increasingly rich, and all kinds of magic from ancient times to the present have been described in detail.

When its last dark wizard master was defeated by a righteous wizard, it stopped wandering and was carefully treasured and used.

When the great wizard was dying, he handed over this magic encyclopedia to his most beloved and respected disciple - his father.

And now, this magic encyclopedia may be hidden in some corner of this world, waiting for Jiang Shinian to explore and pursue the glimmer of hope to break the seal.

It is like a mysterious treasure, containing endless secrets and possibilities. Jiang Shi Nian knows that only by finding it can he unlock the shackles on his body and regain true freedom and powerful strength.

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"Tru! Isn't your lunch ready yet? Daddy is about to pass out from hunger!"

Inside Dad's Antique Shop.

A loud shout was like the sound of a huge bell, the sound waves echoed, causing the walls to tremble slightly, as if responding to this urgent call.

"click"

"Instantly, sir."

In the kitchen.

Truna's huge and strong body struggled to turn around in the narrow space.

The stature of his figure has long surpassed the ordinary sense of size and is extremely sturdy. When he moves, it seems as if a mountain is being moved inside the house.

I saw him moving skillfully between the stove and cooking utensils, the blazing flames reflecting his determined face.

The delicious food in the pot sizzles, and the aroma rises up, filling the entire space, as if telling of the delicious temptation that is about to be served.

Chapter 154 Tru is taken in by his father

"Hey - Daddy took you in here, not to let you starve!"

Dad's thin figure slowly walked out of the study. Although his steps were slow, they revealed a calmness that came from years of accumulation.

As his eyes wandered, he saw Xiaoyu lying on the sofa, concentrating on a magic book. She was so focused, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

"Oh, Xiaoyu, you can't read those magic books with strange effects yet. You should start with one of the basics of magic - words."

The old man came closer, and when he saw that what Xiaoyu was holding was a book on theoretical magic that discussed how to make people fall in love, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, with a look of helplessness and seriousness on his face.

The gesture of shaking his head seemed to contain both his anger at Xiaoyu's impatience for success, and his insistence that the path of magic must be learned step by step.

Dad reached out his hand and pulled the book out of his hand. Although his movement was light, it was full of unquestionable determination.

"Ah, Daddy!"

Xiaoyu was immersed in the wonderful world of the book, reading with fascination, when the book in her hand was suddenly snatched away. She jumped up quickly, as if her beautiful dream was suddenly interrupted.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and unwillingness, as if to say that this magic book was the key to her to open a magical world and how could it be taken away so easily.

"I think this magic book will suit me perfectly!"

Xiaoyu followed behind her father in a hurry, still wanting to fight for it again.

His words were full of longing and yearning for magic, as if he had already seen the wonderful scene of being surrounded and admired by everyone after learning magic.

"Dad, if I learn this magic, I can be loved and admired wherever I go. Then maybe I can get others to come to our place to buy antiques. What do you think, Dad?"

Xiaoyu shook her head with a sly smile on her face, waving her hands as if she was using an invisible pen to outline a beautiful vision for her father.

The dancing of those hands seemed to depict a prosperous scene with many customers and booming business, trying to impress the father.

"How can magic be abused like this? At least it's absolutely impossible with Dad!"

Although Dad was slightly touched, that touch of emotion was like a shooting star in the dark night, fleeting.

Without any hesitation, he shook his head and held onto the bookshelf, trying to return the magic book to its place.

The firmness of his eyes is as unshakable as a rock, demonstrating his adherence to the principles of using magic.

But at this moment, Dad suddenly felt dizzy and his mind was in a trance.

It was as if an invisible wind had reached deep into the soul, causing it to lose balance in an instant.

As soon as he loosened his grip, the magic book fell to the ground with a slight muffled sound, as if sighing at the fickleness of fate.

The old man also staggered, his steps were unsteady, and he almost fell to the ground.

The staggering posture was like a candle in the wind, about to fall.

Xiaoyu was horrified when she saw this, and in panic she completely forgot about the magic book. She quickly stepped forward and supported her father's thin body.

He was surprised that his father felt lighter than himself. After he helped him up, he felt even more frail, as if time had quietly drained away his vitality.

As soon as Fang Yi supported his father, a thought suddenly flashed through Xiaoyu's mind, but she shook her head vigorously, as if trying to drive away the inappropriate thought.

Then he looked at his father worriedly, his eyes filled with concern and fear.

"What's wrong with you, Dad? What happened? Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you want to go to the hospital or call an ambulance?"

The old man who was supported covered his head with his hands, frowning, as if trying to fight the discomfort. He took a short breath, and then said in a hoarse voice with a choked breath:

"Oh... Dad has a bad feeling."

The old man put one hand on Xiaoyu's shoulder for support, and the hand was trembling slightly, as if conveying his inner uneasiness.

With his other hand, he clasped the bookshelf tightly, his knuckles turning white, to steady himself. He calmed himself down, and then suppressed the sudden discomfort, shouting:

"One more thing! Never call an ambulance! Do you know how much an ambulance costs Dad?"

"Uh……"

Xiaoyu let her father hold her hand for support. Although she was worried, she couldn't help but ask.

"What if you're dying? I mean, you're almost dying, what should I do?"

"Oh my! Dad has told me many times that eating more garlic is good for your health!!"

After a short rest, my father felt much better and his voice like a loud bell rang again.

The voice seemed to have regained its former confidence and majesty, as if the discomfort just now was just a false alarm.

"Tru! Don't forget to add more garlic!"

"Oh no……"

Xiaoyu shook her head repeatedly. It seemed that she had an instinctive resistance to the smell of garlic, and also seemed to be mocking her father's "magic recipe" with helplessness.

"Yes, sir."

Tru's voice came from the kitchen far away, steady and powerful, as if responding to his father's instructions, and also announcing that lunch would be ready soon.

"Oh no!"

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then saw her father turned around and walked away. She hurriedly chased after him, with a worried look in her eyes, and asked:

"Dad, what happened to you just now?"

Dad was wandering back and forth among the numerous bookshelves, his eyes anxious and focused, as if he was looking for a treasure that had been lost for many years.

The bookshelf is filled with numerous books, like a vast ocean of knowledge. Dad's figure shuttles among them, seeming small yet persistent.

"Dad has a feeling that Jackie Chan will be in trouble on this trip. I need to make a lucky spell for him, but I can't remember where I put the magic book. Maybe it's among these books, maybe one of them."

Xiaoyu looked up at the giant bookshelf that was taller than herself. To the left, she saw a sea of ​​old and mottled books. The traces of time had left deep marks on each book.

Looking from the right side, there is also a sea of ​​antique books, which seem to be quietly telling stories and wisdom of the past.

"Uh, Uncle Long, I wish you good luck..."

Xiaoyu prayed silently for Jackie Chan in her heart. That prayer was pure and sincere, traveling through space and flying to Jackie Chan who was on an adventure in the distance.

……

High above England.

A plane was emitting black smoke and was falling rapidly towards the earth like a roc with broken wings.

Its fuselage trembled violently in the air, as if struggling in pain, emitting bursts of terrifying roars that broke the tranquility of the sky.

"what--"

From the sky, a shrill scream that was almost as loud as a voice breaking could be heard faintly.

The scream was filled with fear and despair, like the cry of a soul facing despair.

"Bad luck and misfortune are everywhere—!"

"Sky Eagle Strike——!"

In the air, two figures entangled with each other, like falling meteors, diving towards the ground at an extremely fast speed.

Jackie Chan and Ah Fu, the two figures intertwined in the blue sky and white clouds, punching and kicking each other with fierce moves.

The two men started fighting on the plane for unknown reasons. It is now unknown whether the fight started because of differences in ideas or a fight over treasures.

Chapter 155: Plane forced landing?

However, this result caused the plane to make an emergency landing, and then the pilots jumped out of the plane one after another and fought fiercely again in the sky.

Both of them had a mask covering their faces. Although it was not perfect, it did help to block out some of the strong wind and at least prevented the skin from being torn off by the wind.

Under the masks were two faces filled with determination and perseverance, with sweat and blood intertwined, but there was no sign of retreat.

The two men exchanged punches and kicks in the air.

Jackie Chan looked down and saw that he was very close to the ground. His heart tightened, knowing that if he did not make a quick decision, he would be crushed to pieces.

Jackie Chan kicked Ah Fu away and immediately opened his parachute. The parachute flower instantly bloomed in the air, like a life-saving auspicious cloud.

With a whoosh, its speed dropped suddenly, and its body floated in the air, like a leaf fallen in the wind. Although it had life, it was still under the control of fate.