Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Almost at the same time, a streak of light flashed across the sky like lightning and hit the wall accurately.

The wall was instantly shattered by the powerful magical impact, turning into countless pieces of rubble of various sizes.

The rubble flew in all directions like cannonballs, and the dense dust flew wildly in the air, making people cough and their vision blurred.

Jackie Chan was keenly aware that these magics were completely different from what he had seen in the underground library before. Their destructive power was astonishing, as if they were the power of the wilderness that was released, and could easily destroy anything that stood in its way.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Jackie Chan cursed softly, then with his agile body, he quickly jumped to the side like a nimble monkey, kicking up clouds of dust on the ground beneath his feet.

"Catch him! He knows too much!"

Upon seeing this, a magician immediately stretched out his finger, which was like a death sentence, and shouted sharply and piercingly.

Jackie Chan exerted force from his waist, and his body jumped high like a compressed spring. He quickly adjusted his posture in the air and kicked out with lightning speed, accurately kicking away a person who was chasing him.

With the help of this force, he reached out and pulled a golden round plate from the magician's neck.

The brand felt warm to the touch, exuding a mysterious aura. It was engraved with some complex and ancient lines and patterns, as if silently telling a secret that had been buried for years.

"This is?"

Jackie Chan stopped and looked down at the sign in his hand, his eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

He tried to decipher some useful information from these mysterious symbols, but the patterns seemed like a tangled mess, leaving him at a loss as to where to start.

At this moment, a magician wearing a blue hood stretched out his finger again. That finger was like the pointer of fate, and he shouted loudly:

"He already knows our emblem and totem!"

"No, I don't know what it is!"

Jackie Chan saw the group of magicians coming in like a tide again, and an anxious look appeared on his face.

He knew that explaining was of no use at this point, so he turned around and ran away, his steps hurried and hasty, kicking up clouds of dust.

Suddenly, a noisy voice came from not far away, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"This way, I'm only a tour guide for Stonehenge. As you all know, I'm not very familiar with other parts of England since Stonehenge disappeared. Let me check the map. Don't worry, I will definitely take you to the next attraction."

The leader was holding a huge map that almost covered half of his face.

His eyes scanned the map quickly, his brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the map, leaving a small water stain.

There was a hint of anxiety and helplessness in his voice, which sounded particularly clear in this chaotic environment.

"We have to leave here quickly, before outsiders discover our presence!"

The leading magician's face suddenly changed when he heard the voice and he stretched out his finger.

There was a hint of panic and fear in that movement, and he led everyone to run backwards quickly like frightened birds and beasts, instantly disappearing at the end of the darkness, leaving only a slight sound of footsteps echoing in the air.

Jackie Chan looked at the direction where the magicians left and breathed a long sigh of relief.

His tense body instantly collapsed like a deflated ball, a smile of relief at surviving the disaster appeared on his face, but this smile still contained some lingering fear.

The tour group also slowly walked over at this time, and the tour guide said to Jackie Chan with an apologetic look on his face: "Excuse me, do you know how to get to Big Ben?"

"Uh……"

Jackie Chan scratched his head, and his hair became messy like a bird's nest.

He calmed himself down, and with his professional qualities and rich knowledge as an archaeologist, he explained the location of Big Ben in detail to everyone in the tour group.

His voice was steady and clear, as if he had temporarily forgotten the thrilling and dangerous experience just now and was concentrating on answering the questions.

After explaining to a few people, Jackie Chan took a deep breath and ran again to a place not far away. His figure gradually disappeared in the bustling crowd, leaving only a determined and lonely back.

"I have to tell the relevant authorities that there is a group of magicians here who are conducting evil experiments unknown to the public."

Jackie Chan made up his mind secretly while running.

Chapter 174 Jackie Chan: Bad luck!

He had not run far when he saw a police car parked quietly on the side of the road.

The body of the police car gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, like a beacon of hope, bringing a ray of light to Jackie Chan.

A man in police uniform was leaning against the car, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking into the distance, seeming to be thinking about something, with a relaxed and contented look.

"police officer!"

Jackie Chan ran over impatiently, with a hint of urgency and hope in his voice, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Is there any problem?"

After hearing the voice, the police straightened up and showed a friendly smile on his face. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling some of the haze in Jackie Chan's heart, making him feel a little warm and at ease.

"This may sound crazy, but what I said is true. There is a group of people in robes who are madly tracking me! And..."

The policeman raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard half of it. The kindness on his face disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a look of vigilance and indifference.

He interrupted Jackie Chan without hesitation, and the action was clean and neat, as if closing a door to hope.

"You are safe now, follow me."

As he said that, he strode to the police car and opened the back door.

The car door made a sharp creaking sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment, as if it was a mockery of fate.

The policeman moved sideways and motioned Jackie Chan to sit in, his eyes revealing an unfathomable expression, as if hiding some unspeakable secret.

"Oh, thank you!"

Jackie Chan thanked him quickly with gratitude, then stepped into the police car.

His face was filled with a grateful smile, as if he had seen a safe harbor, but he did not realize that danger was approaching quietly.

"I have to tell the authorities about this. Fortunately, you believe me. Let's go now..."

Jackie Chan had just sat down and had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly, the policeman leaned out with lightning speed, his movements were swift and agile.

In his hand, he held a pair of shiny handcuffs, which flashed a cold metallic light in the sun, like a poisonous snake ready to bite its prey.

The police tried to handcuff Jackie Chan and the police car tightly together, as if to imprison him forever in this dark conspiracy and prevent him from escaping.

"Oh no!"

After all, Jackie Chan is a man who has experienced countless life and death tests, and his reaction is extremely quick.

His body flashed like a black lightning, and he slapped the handcuffs hard, knocking them away.

The handcuffs drew a silver arc in the air, and then fell to the ground with a "clang", making a crisp and cold sound.

At this moment, Jackie Chan's eyes fell on the policeman's finger, and he was surprised to find that the policeman was wearing a glittering gold ring on his finger.

The pattern on it was exactly the same as the one on the pendant he had snatched from the magician's neck before.

The pattern seemed like an evil curse, causing Jackie Chan to have an ominous premonition, as if he was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

"Just surrender, you know too much!"

When the police saw the handcuffs being knocked off, they not only did not back off, but became even more frantic and anxious.

He grabbed the handcuffs again, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and rushed towards Jackie Chan desperately, like an enraged wolf.

"Too bad luck!"

Jackie Chan was quick to pull the safety belt from his waist, and the safety belt instantly became a makeshift weapon in his hand.

He waved his seat belt and started a fierce struggle with the police in the narrow space of the police car.

The two figures moved quickly in the car, punching and kicking each other, neither giving in, and each attack was carried out with full strength and determination.

The two men fought from the back seat to the front seat, and Jackie Chan was once pressed hard on the operating panel by the police.

The police's fists rained down on the control panel, making a "beeping" alarm sound, as if it was a cry of despair.

Jackie Chan kept dodging with his flexible body. His body was like a slippery loach and he cleverly avoided the police's attacks.

Finally, he found an opportunity, exerted force suddenly, and pressed the policeman under him, and the positions of the two were instantly reversed.

Suddenly, the police car shook violently as they fought fiercely. If you look from the outside.

All the lights of the police car were flashing wildly, red, blue and yellow, intertwined together, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky, or like the crazy flashing lights in a bar, dazzling the eyes.

The police car itself was also vibrating and making a buzzing sound, like an angry bull roaring.

It is hard to imagine how fierce and thrilling the fight between the two people was in this small space, as if a life-and-death battle was taking place in this tiny space.

"Oh!"

After a while, the car door was kicked open, and Jackie Chan used all his strength to kick the policeman to the ground.

The policeman's body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Jackie Chan rushed over without hesitation and grabbed him by the collar. The veins on his hands bulged from the force, like angry earthworms.

Suddenly, the policeman held by Jackie Chan showed a strange smile on his face, and that smile was creepy.

He raised his head slightly and blew a distinctive whistle.

The whistle was sharp and long, piercing the silent air. It was like a call from hell, making people shudder.

All of a sudden, as if receiving some kind of mysterious signal, all the stores around suddenly opened.

Figures filed out of the store one after another, their eyes were cold and hostile, as if they were a group of puppets being controlled.

Some of these people had necklaces around their necks, and some wore rings on their fingers. Without exception, those accessories emitted a golden glow, flickering with a strange luster in the sun.

Moreover, they all had the same pattern, which seemed like an evil mark, deeply imprinted in Jackie Chan's eyes, filling his heart with fear and despair.

Jackie Chan looked at the crowd approaching him in horror. The blood color on his face instantly faded and he became as pale as paper.

His hands involuntarily loosened the policeman's collar and he took a few steps back, his eyes full of despair and helplessness, as if he was a trapped beast in dire straits.

“Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck…”

Jackie Chan looked around and kept muttering in a low and trembling voice, as if he was chanting a desperate spell.

"Oh daddy, I need you, come quickly..."

Chapter 175 Stone Pillar