Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Thirdly, the giant stone pillar seemed to be related to aliens, but this was not very important in his current plan.

After all, no one knows what kind of existence those aliens are. They are like phantoms in the fog.

He vaguely remembered that the aliens in the original book came to the earth on UFO-like spacecraft, which obviously showed that they had a certain level of technology, and might even be a society that combined technology and magic.

But at the moment, he really didn't have too much energy to pay attention to these alien creatures. He was like a busy traveler who had no time to pay attention to the scenery along the roadside.

The most important thing was that he seemed to have heard that those magicians had a very large secret library, which must contain many precious and mysterious magic books and knowledge. This was extremely attractive to him, just like a magnet attracts iron filings.

......

"oops!"

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise from my father's antique shop, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm lake.

"My magical sense tells me that Jackie Chan is in danger!"

Beside a table filled with various antiques and magic props, a skinny old man who was about to count the money suddenly raised his head. His eyes revealed a solemn and worried look, like a sky covered with dark clouds.

He is Dad, a wise man who is proficient in magic, like a prophet in ancient legends.

"What's the danger, Dad? Your lucky magic doesn't work?"

Just then, a small figure came skipping over from not far away, like a happy little deer.

She was wearing a bright orange top and chewing a piece of bubble gum. It was Xiaoyu.

Her lovely face was filled with curiosity and concern at this moment. Her bright big eyes stared at her father, waiting for his answer, as if waiting for the key to unlock a mysterious treasure.

"Xiaoyu, Tru must have danced the wrong steps. Daddy said that was not an Irish dance. Magic told me that we should dance the River Dance!"

Dad's hoarse and old voice carried a hint of annoyance and anxiety, like an angry trapped beast.

As he spoke, he frantically searched around for something. The wrinkles on his face deepened with anxiety, as if the marks of time were becoming clearer.

"sorry sir."

A strong and tall figure walked over, like a moving hill, with a face full of apology.

This person was none other than Tru. He was as tall as a giant, and gave people a strong sense of oppression when standing there. But at this moment, he was like a child who had made a mistake. He lowered his head, looking a little uneasy, like a lamb who had made a mistake.

"What should we do now, Dad? Will Uncle Long be okay?"

Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at her father with a worried look on her face as he went to look for the magic book.

She spat out the bubble gum in her mouth, clenched her hands tightly together, and her body trembled slightly. She was obviously extremely worried about Jackie Chan's safety, like an ant on hot pan.

Chapter 172 Jackie Chan: I need support!

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! "

At this time, the old man held a tattered and mysterious magic book in one hand, grabbed a handful of unknown green dust in the other, and muttered something, like an ancient spell reciter.

Then he threw it up into the sky with force, and the crystal clear dust that sparkled with green clouds floated down.

"簌簌~"

It instantly turned into a thick green mist, filling the air and emitting a mysterious aura, as if it was shrouded in a mysterious fairy mist.

"Demons and ghosts, please leave~"

Dad closed his eyes, his expression focused and serious, as if he was a messenger communicating with the gods, as if he was having an in-depth exchange with some mysterious power.

After a while, the fog gradually dissipated, and Dad slowly opened his eyes.

There was a firmness and determination in his eyes, like the dawn, as if he had found the direction from magical revelation, like a sailor seeing a lighthouse.

"Magic will guide us."

As he said that, he threw the magic book heavily onto the table with a "bang".

Then he turned around to prepare various things, his movements were quick and neat, like a well-trained soldier, without any of his usual procrastination, as if he had been injected with new energy.

"Hurry, Tru, go pack your things, we have to get ready to leave. Xiaoyu, call that bald guy and ask him to prepare a flight for us to England!"

Dad's voice was full of commanding tone, like a general's military order, which could not be questioned.

Upon hearing this, Tru and Xiaoyu immediately took action, and the entire antique shop was suddenly plunged into a busy and tense atmosphere.

Deep in the ancient and gloomy castle, shadows spread like sticky ink, and every inch of the air was filled with an atmosphere of decay and mystery.

Jackie Chan was like a frightened bird, huddled in a dark corner, his body tense like a drawn bow, sweat streaming down his resolute face, leaving tiny wet marks on the dusty ground.

His eyes were like those of a vigilant cheetah, scanning the surroundings quickly and sharply, not missing any clues of potential danger.

The voice was suppressed to the extreme, like a weak stream of air squeezed out with difficulty from between the teeth. He kept muttering something, as if he was praying for protection from the gods in the dark, or as if he was cheering himself up, trying to dispel the haze of fear that followed him like a shadow.

At the same time, his fingers were trembling, but with a bit of urgency and determination, he quickly dialed a phone number.

The rapid keystrokes suddenly sounded in this dead silent corner, like a wake-up call of fate.

"Hello? Is this Jackie Chan?"

From the other end of the line came a powerful voice, like the ringing of a huge bell, breaking through layers of obstacles and going straight into Jackie Chan's ears, bringing a brief comfort but failing to dispel the gloom in his heart.

"it's me!"

Jackie Chan pressed tightly against the cold, damp, moss-covered wall, curling up smaller and smaller, as if he wanted to merge into the dark wall and use it to hide his whereabouts.

His response was so low that it was barely audible, yet it was filled with anxiety and nervousness that was difficult to conceal.

Then, he began to speak like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, his speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up, and his words were full of panic and helplessness:

"My trip this time was extremely dangerous! I went through so much trouble to find the Siwa Temple bracelet, but Ah Fu, that haunting guy, was like a vicious wolf, chasing me relentlessly!"

"We were caught in a mysterious and haunted castle in England."

"There are dangers everywhere here. There is a group of mysterious guys. They wear robes and hide their faces in shadows. It is difficult to see their expressions and intentions."

"Moreover, they also used strange and bizarre magic to attack me. The magic lights flickered like the ghost light from hell, and I couldn't defend myself."

"Right now, I am hiding in this extremely secluded corner wearing the bracelet of Siwa Temple. I am really isolated and helpless and in urgent need of support!"

Sheriff Blake, the bald police officer known for his calmness, had a voice like a deep, calm lake, without the slightest ups and downs. He conveyed a reassuring power through the phone, but Jackie Chan could not get much comfort from it at this time.

"I received a call from Xiaoyu before this. She said that her father asked me to arrange a plane for them to fly directly to England. They have been on the road for some time now, so they must be not far from here."

Sheriff Blake's voice came from the other end of the phone in an orderly manner, but it made Jackie Chan confused and bewildered in an instant.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly open, and his face was full of disbelief, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

"What? How did Dad know I was in England? Where did they fly to? Do they know where I am??"

Jackie Chan held the phone tightly with one hand. The knuckles of his hand turned white from excessive force, like a dead branch covered with frost and snow.

He tried his best to lower his voice, but his anxiety made his voice rise involuntarily. In this silent environment, it sounded particularly clear and harsh, like a scream that suddenly sounded in the silent night.

"Dad said, uh... magic gave him guidance, so I don't know much, but Dad has a clear destination, in a small town 500 miles away from the ruins of the Stonehenge. They have prepared a lot of things. Dad also said that you fell into deep darkness. I guess Dad..."

"toot"

The other end of the phone suddenly fell into silence without any warning, leaving only a monotonous and cold busy tone, as if fate had ruthlessly cut off his connection with the outside world.

"Wrong? Wrong?"

Jackie Chan anxiously called out twice, but all he got in response was endless silence.

Just as he was about to make another call, suddenly, several dark shadows behind him stretched out several hands like ghosts and dragged him into a deeper and darker corner at lightning speed.

"what!"

Jackie Chan screamed in horror, and the sound echoed in the narrow space, full of despair and helplessness.

He turned around in panic, only to see several mysterious magicians wearing blue hoods and white robes surrounding him.

Their figures were looming in the darkness, exuding a chilling aura, as if they were evil ghosts walking out of ancient legends.

"Um?!"

A figure slowly walked out from the group of magicians. His eyes fell on the communicator in Jackie Chan's hand. He was stunned for a moment, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Chapter 173 He knows our reputation!

Then, he suddenly stretched out a slender and pale finger, which was like a sharp sword, pointing directly at Jackie Chan, and said in a stern voice:

"That villain actually talked about our magician's affairs with others!"

Jackie Chan looked at the person pointing at him with a puzzled look on his face, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement, as if he was in a fog and couldn't find any clues.

"Magician?"

At this moment, a person on the other side quickly stretched out his hand, with a somewhat exaggerated and anxious movement, and shouted loudly:

"He knows our names!"

"What?! Bad luck!!!"

Jackie Chan was so angry that his chest heaved violently and his breathing was as rapid as if he was pulling a bellows.

He pointed his free arm hard, drawing a powerful arc in the air, and retorted angrily:

"He just said it!!!"

However, several magicians ignored his words. They folded their hands on their chests, muttered something, and began to chant mysterious spells and ancient scriptures.

The voice was low and hoarse, buzzing in this small space, as if it was a whisper coming from the Netherworld, making people feel creepy.

“Mimi mama mimi mama mimi mama…”

As they chanted, the power of magic slowly gathered in their palms like a surging tide.

The mysterious energy between heaven and earth is like an ancient behemoth that has been awakened, gradually awakening and releasing a dazzling glow.

The light illuminated the dark corner and also reflected the greedy and evil eyes of the magicians hidden under their hoods, like will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the darkness.

"boom!"

After all, Jackie Chan is a battle-hardened and agile master. He took advantage of the gap between the magicians' spells and performed a beautiful shoulder throw without hesitation.

His movements were smooth and clean, and he threw the magician who was pressing himself against the wall away.

The magician's body drew a parabola in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a dull and heart-pounding sound and raising a cloud of dust.

"boom!"