Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

"Okay, hang up the talisman." Jiang Shinian laughed.

The spell works well.

At this time, the body that was originally used to approach Xiaoyu was intact, as if it had just died.

It didn't even look like he was dead. He was just sleeping deeply, extremely peaceful.

Except for not being able to breathe, he is almost the same as a normal person.

With this spell.

As long as he can regain his mobility, he can try to travel across the world!

After hearing the instructions, Xiaoying walked forward, raised her jade hand, and embedded the talisman into a groove on Jiang Shinian's body.

As soon as the talisman touched the stone statue, it immediately sank into it and merged with Jiang Shinian.

"The power of recovery."

Jiang Shi Nian concentrated quietly and felt the power of the talisman in his body surge.

It is vast and majestic, and surging.

"Why hasn't the task been completed yet? Jackie Chan is taking too long."

Having experienced the power of the talisman, Jiang Shi Nian still hadn't received any task completion notification from the system for a long time.

But there was no other way. He couldn't send the Black Shadow Ninja out to take Jackie Chan directly back to his father's antique shop through the Dark Kingdom.

So we can only wait patiently.

……

A bustling area in San Francisco.

In front of Dad’s antique shop in a secluded corner.

A person who was tired but full of joy came.

"Dad! I finally got a talisman this time!"

Jackie Chan pushed open the door with a bang.

After escaping from the endless snow-capped mountains, he rode non-stop, rushing all the way and hurried back home.

When he arrived at his father's study, he slapped the talisman directly in front of his father.

There was a smug look on his face.

"But Dad, this talisman doesn't seem to be an animal in the Chinese zodiac. It's different from the horse you predicted. It looks like a chicken."

Jackie Chan asked his dad like a little kid trying to show off his achievements.

"But didn't we store the chicken spell in District 13? We don't know what the bird spell is like, but it shouldn't be fake this time!"

Jackie Chan scratched his head and said, "And Dad, this talisman...why does it look so ugly?"

Behind the desk.

Dad adjusted his reading glasses.

He picked up the colorful Xuanyuan Divine Chicken talisman "meticulously" made by Jiang Shi Nian and looked at it carefully.

But after getting the talisman, I looked at it for two or three seconds.

He suddenly cried "Ouch" and then waved his arms rapidly.

With a bang, Jackie Chan's head was hit.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Jackie Chan had no time to react and his forehead began to ache slightly.

He put his hand to his forehead, looking confused.

He had already risked his life to snatch the talisman from the Black Hand Organization this time, why did his father want to knock his head off? ?

"This talisman is not important! What's important is the Chinese Zodiac!"

The old man shouted at the top of his voice, which had become old due to age, but it was not quiet at all. Instead, it was a bit deafening, causing pain to the ears of those who heard it.

"I know, Dad! But you don't know that those people from the Black Hand Organization were all buried in the avalanche in order to snatch this amulet from me!"

Jackie Chan was very confused and felt aggrieved at the same time.

"It can make those dark forces pay such a heavy price. Even if this talisman is not as important as the twelve zodiac animals that can revive the Holy Lord, its value must be quite high, right?"

Jackie Chan stared.

"I think this amulet must have some important function! Otherwise they wouldn't fight so hard to snatch it from me!"

Dad heard this and said nothing.

He squeezed it gently.

The talisman in his hand suddenly burst into colorful lights like the sign hanging on the door of a street hair salon.

"..."

Dad gently placed the talisman in his hand on the table piled with books, took off his glasses, took out a piece of white cloth and started wiping them.

After a moment of silence, Dad sighed slightly.

"Aaron, I understand what you mean. Every magical item has its own meaning and importance."

"But for us at this moment, the twelve zodiac signs are more important. What we have to prevent now is to never let the Holy Lord be resurrected successfully!"

After wiping his glasses, Dad put them back on.

He raised his head, looked at Jackie Chan, and added: "There is one more thing, which is more important than preventing the Holy Lord from resurrecting. It is not to find the twelve spells, but to find a way to restrain the Holy Lord!"

Dad stood up, holding the talisman in his hand, turned around and started rummaging in the cabinet.

After groping for a while, he finally took out a box.

"One more thing. This talisman does contain some mysterious magical power, but..."

Dad gave him a beating.

"The specific effect of this talisman needs further research. Let's talk about it when we have time."

"One more thing, the pattern on it is a kind of divine chicken from the East. Although it is drawn very ugly, it is not an ordinary chicken, nor is it a bird!"

Dad kept talking on and on.

As he spoke, he opened the magic box in his hand and placed the talisman in it.

Even though he said how unimportant this talisman was, it was after all what the Holy Lord's men were pursuing, which meant that the Holy Lord also wanted to get it.

And since it is what the Holy Lord wants, it would be a good thing to not let the other party succeed.

Therefore, it would be better for this talisman to be properly kept with him.

"And one more thing!"

Dad turned around and put the box away.

He turned around and hit Jackie Chan on the head again.

"Dad has been talking for so long, you are so tactless, why don't you go and make Dad a cup of tea! This spell should be related to the horse. As for why it turned into a divine chicken, Dad needs to figure it out! Without hot tea, how can Dad fight the devil!"

"Dad..." Jackie Chan's forehead was red and swollen, and his expression was resentful.

He even had a feeling that he was often called dull and stupid by his father. Could it be because his father always hit him on the head like this?

Chapter 68: Mysterious creatures from the East? What are they doing in the West?

Just as Jackie Chan was complaining in his heart, he moved to make a cup of tea for his father.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Jackie Chan walked over and picked up the phone.

A solid male voice came from the other end: "Jackie Chan, we have found traces of a mysterious creature in the nearby ocean. We would like to ask Dad to come and take a look."

"Sheriff Black? Mysterious creature? What kind of creature needs Dad to see? Shouldn't you invite a marine biologist over?"

Jackie Chan turned his head and looked at his father who was flipping through various books, asking with his eyes, what should we do now?

Upon hearing this, Dad waved his hand impatiently, and then said, "Dad is very busy! No matter how mysterious the creature is, it cannot be more threatening than the resurrection of the Holy Lord!"

After learning of his father's attitude, Jackie Chan turned around, apologized to Sheriff Blake, and prepared to reject his request.

"A creature that looks like a myth? A giant tortoise that looks like an island? Sorry, Blake, but Daddy said that no matter how mysterious it is..."

suddenly!

Jackie Chan feels a great crisis coming from behind!

He thought that someone from the Black Hand organization was lurking here for the magic chicken talisman he had just obtained. He was terrified and was about to shout for his father and Xiaoyu to leave, but suddenly he felt a pain in his head.

"Ow!"

The big crisis is Daddy!

He somehow crossed the desk, came behind Jackie Chan, and snatched the communicator from Jackie Chan's hand.

"Hey! What was that mysterious creature you were talking about?"

Dad's eyes were bright and sharp at this moment.

His mature and steady appearance seemed to be somewhat broken, and for some reason, the hand holding the communicator was shaking slightly.

"Uh... Dad?"

A different voice suddenly spoke on the other end of the communicator, leaving Blake a little confused.

However, he quickly reacted and continued, "After repeated comparisons by the organization, multiple verifications by the system, and urgent discussions with various mystics, we found that this mysterious creature in the offshore waters seems to be somewhat similar to the Xuanwu in Eastern mythology and legends."

"Where is it? Take me there quickly!" Dad's voice was a little hurried.

"Uh... Dad, don't get excited. We are monitoring its position. Once we determine its location, we will send out secret forces to capture it. We will ask you to come then." Blake said politely.

"Arrest? Did your brains get kicked by a donkey? How did you survive in this cold and cruel world when you are so stupid?" Dad said in a loud and annoying voice.

"If that creature is really a black tortoise, no matter how many people you send out, you won't be able to catch it!" Dad said mysteriously, "Only magic can fight magic!"