Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

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This man had more ideas, and when he finished speaking, the others all nodded in agreement.

"but......"

The man paused for a moment, then said, "That magician called something like Daddy...it seems that every time he comes here and interacts with Xuanwu, Xuanwu becomes visibly excited. Apparently, he seems to be able to communicate directly and effectively with Xuanwu.

His existence will make it difficult for us to tame Xuanwu. If the time is right, maybe he will establish a stable and strong relationship with Xuanwu first. Then, won’t everything we have done be in vain and serve him well? "

The scene fell into silence again for a moment.

"but......"

The middle-aged woman said, "Every time the old man comes, he will tell us the information he has at the end. Many of our research breakthroughs and even achievements are inseparable from the old man.

Moreover, he is not a magician who performs tricks at all. He is completely different from those people who claim to be from magician families that we have recruited. He is a real and capable wizard. Otherwise, how could he have a direct conversation with Xuanwu?"

As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, the middle-aged man with glasses immediately refuted her.

“It is still unknown whether he has told us all the information he knows.

Who knows if he has retained any crucial information?

Moreover, every time he came, he was always talking nonsense, saying something incomprehensible, and I didn't know what he was mumbling. His temper was also extremely bad and strange, just like an old goat! Last time, he even slapped me!

Also, everything related to Xuanwu was provided by us, he was just invited to do research. I heard that they came from overseas, right? We don't know what they are thinking, so we must be on guard. I suggest that after this demon incident, we immediately stop his research on Xuanwu and do not allow him and his family to enter District 13 again!"

The middle-aged man with glasses became more and more angry as he spoke, but his mental state was pretty good and he quickly adjusted himself.

Finally he came to a conclusion, then raised his head, looked around, and checked the expressions of the others.

The man who spoke first had a thoughtful look in his eyes and was obviously shaken.

The bearded middle-aged man seemed to disagree. He frowned but did not speak.

The middle-aged woman responded, “In my opinion, we should discuss this matter later. The demon has not been dealt with yet. We know too little about the demon and still need the help of the old man.

Moreover, it is inappropriate to do so. Our country does not have the profound heritage of the countries in the East. This sacred beast Xuanwu is indeed a possible turning point for us, and the old man has clearly stated that he will not return to live in the East. Why can't we win him over and make him one of our own?"

The middle-aged woman did not agree with what the man with glasses said. In her opinion, the man with glasses did this not only for the country, but also probably because he was angry at the person who slapped his head and called him stupid.

This cannot be blamed on him. After all, anyone who has reached this position would be arrogant and proud, and would only believe in what he has researched.

However, in reality, there is nothing in the world that can be concluded directly.

He expressed serious doubts about many of the things the old man said at the time, and kept interrupting and putting forward his own shallow and shallow views. The old man couldn't help but hit him, so it was understandable.

If it wasn't inappropriate, she sometimes wanted to slap him.

Besides, he is an old man after all. It's ok that you don't respect him, but you're jumping up and down. You deserve it.

"That makes sense."

The leader spoke, bringing the matter to an end.

"Let's deal with it this way for now. We'll discuss it again after the demon incident is over."

As he spoke, he looked at the black tortoise basking in the sun on the surface of the ocean in the distance. It was now swimming towards the shore.

"Ugh......"

He sighed, pressed a button, and then ordered, "Dump another half ton of food. It wants a snack."

"beep--"

Just after Valon sent the blackened Jackie away, the communicator in his pocket rang. He picked it up and saw that it was his stupid subordinate calling.

As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard Ah Fen's excited voice suddenly coming from the other end.

"Boss! We found that Jackie Chan has been back to the antique shop for quite some time. Now there is no movement inside. He looks exhausted. Did he fail to get the talisman?"

"Do not."

Valon's voice was slightly magnetic. He said, "He has half a talisman in his hand. Has Tru arrived?"

"Half a talisman? ...It has already reached the boss and is squatting a little further away."

Ah Fen was a little confused. Could this talisman be split into two halves? However, as a sensible subordinate, he did not ask in detail, but directly asked Walon's question.

"Ah."

Valon hesitated for two seconds, then ordered: "You and Tru and the others, break into the antique shop and force Jackie Chan and the kid to escape. When the time is right, let them go. I need them to open the door to wealth for me!"

"That...well, you're the boss, I'll tell Tohru and the others."

Afen understood and agreed.

"Remember, don't lose them!"

After hanging up the phone, Valon stood there for a moment, then walked to his desk with his crutches and sat down steadily on the chair with gold thread.

He put his crutches aside and lit a cigarette. His face was hidden in the smoke, making it impossible to see his expression.

Afen also found Tru and the others and conveyed Valon's intention.

"Why did the boss do this?"

Lasu asked in a muffled voice, puzzled.

"Who knows? I heard from the boss that he only has half a talisman in his hand. I'm afraid the boss will make a big move this time. We who are paid just have to do our job according to his orders."

Ah Fen shrugged indifferently and spread out his hands, looking like anything was fine as long as he could get the money.

"makes sense."

Zhou nodded.

"Then what do we do now?"

Rasu asked.

Then the three people's eyes were focused on Tru.

"Uh…"

The big guy was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why are you all looking at me?"

……

In Dad’s antique store.

Ever since Jackie Chan came back here, Dad has been looking worried.

He kept flipping through various ancient magic books, and finally found the most crucial records and information.

"The tiger talisman represents yin and yang. If you split it, it will also split you, dividing you into two people, good and evil."

Dad's old and hoarse voice sounded.

"According to the records here, if you want to merge you into a whole again, you only need to piece together the two halves of the tiger talisman and combine them into one."

Then, Dad raised his head and looked at Jackie Chan.

"But you lost your other half! Half of the tiger charm is also missing!"

Dad was crying out, "How could you let the devil take your significant other away? He represents your evil side, lacks goodness, and is unable to make correct judgments.

This might be used by the devil. Now, you must hurry to District 13 to strengthen the protection of the remaining spells!"

Dad shook his head, looking very disappointed in his child.

"There is one more thing. Dad must find a way to fight the Holy Lord here. I have set up the barrier there, and the black energy will definitely not be able to pass through."

As he spoke, he turned his thin body around and continued to search for ancient memories in those magic books.

"One more thing. When you get to District 13, remember to get me the latest information about Xuanwu. Dad wants to know what's going on with Xuanwu."

"There is one more thing, hurry up!"

Dad didn't even turn his head back, and buried himself deep in books.

"Okay daddy."

Jackie Chan, who represented his kind side, nodded and was about to pull Xiaoyu away, but he stopped after taking two steps, turned around and said, "Dad, you're not feeling well, don't overwork yourself. I've already made the tea for you, it's right next to you, remember not to knock it over, it's a little hot!"

The old man who was flipping through a book paused, and then said: "I am not a child, I don't need you to nag me, why don't you go and protect the amulet now!"

Dad seemed to be scolding Jackie Chan, but Xiaoyu felt that the arrogant old goat must have been touched, because he didn't say "ouch" this time.

"oops!"

Chapter 89: Return of the Talisman

Just when Jackie Chan was about to pull Xiaoyu away, suddenly, the door of the antique shop exploded, and the air flow fluctuated wildly, which scared his father.

"Jackie Chan, hand over the talisman!"

A huge figure emerged from the billowing smoke and dust. It was Tru.

"Oops! Hide the talisman!"

Dad used his hands to block the air flow and dust and shouted quickly.

"Now how to do……"

Xiaoyu stood there and asked blankly.

"Ahhh, run!!"

Jackie Chan, who represents the kind side, was also frightened and ran away in panic.

"Well, maybe having two Uncle Dragons isn't such a good thing."

Xiaoyu couldn't help but curl her lips as she looked at Uncle Long who was running away alone.

"Ouch! Don't stay here, kid!"

As a result, Jackie Chan ran only two steps, turned back, hugged Xiaoyu, turned around and ran away.