Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

Heiqi's mother must also understand it.

After making up his mind, Roddy did not stay and prepared to go into space.

But suddenly he felt an invisible pressure descending into the depths of his soul.

It was an attraction similar to that after the gates of hell opened.

"what?!"

Before Cursed Blue Roddy could react, his consciousness began to blur.

Finally disappeared from this world.

The only thing left was that he had just given a gift to his new "son". Before he had time to reminisce about the past and get closer to his feelings, the black will became confused.

How big is it?

Now the black will was unwilling to get up, and it mobilized the surrounding black air to search for the trace of Cursed Blue Roddy.

pity.

The big movement of the black energy also caused the response of the positive energy.

Although righteousness also descended and will came to check.

At the same time, it serves as a warning to the righteous wizards under its command.

Remind them to pay attention to the arrival of black energy!

Chapter 121 Come on! Give it all to me, don’t hold back!

U.S. West Coast

Chinatown in San Francisco

There are about 100,000 Chinese people living here, and countless domestic and foreign tourists come here all year round, developing pillar industries such as tourism and catering.

Because of cultural differences, racial issues and other issues, this place is isolated from other parts of San Francisco, and many elderly people may never have left Chinatown in their entire lives.

And in this small world consisting of several blocks.

Inside an inconspicuous little shop.

Step into it.

You can see all kinds of little gadgets everywhere.

Exquisite Chinese ornaments, books carefully wrapped in kraft paper, large blue and white porcelain vases, a few Chinese-style horror ghost masks, etc.

Occasionally there are some antique treasures that will catch your eye.

Looking closely, it is well preserved and worth a lot of money, surprisingly found in such a small shop.

It’s just that most of the tourists here don’t know much about Chinese culture and have no interest in these antiques, so the store is rarely visited.

There was no one at the store front desk.

In the back room.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, rolling up the bells hanging on the door curtain, making a series of crisp sounds.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The noise startled an old man who was drinking hot tea and reading a heavy ancient book in his hand.

The old man was wearing a yellow knitted jacket and gray pants, and looked no different from an ordinary retired cadre.

He was sitting at the desk, with various books in front of him, studying something carefully under the desk lamp.

Although the layout on the table looks a bit messy, there is order in the chaos.

There is no need to look up, just stretch out your hand, and the book the old man wants will jump accurately into his palm. He even remembers the location of all the books, which is magical.

After he adjusted his glasses, raised his head and listened carefully.

After a moment, his face changed drastically.

He stood up suddenly and accidentally knocked over the teacup beside him.

Tea stains seeped into the yellowed pages in front of him, outlining patterns on them.

It was pitch black and very dazzling to the eyes.

When the old man took a closer look, he became even more anxious.

He stared at the shape of the tea stain with eyes wide open, mumbling to himself.

"Aiya——crows spread their wings, dark clouds are pressing down...this is a bad sign!!"

He closed his eyes and listened to the instructions given to him by the righteous energy in heaven and earth.

The birds were singing by the window, and the sudden west wind brought a gloomy and cold feeling.

Without any hesitation, he raised his voice and called out to the outside world.

"Jackie Chan!! Tru!! Where are you? Come here quickly, Daddy wants to talk to you."

"Something big happened..."

...

In the next room

After a few seconds

There was a series of collision sounds, and then a man in his thirties, wearing a blue sweater and brown pants, who looked very pleasing to the eye, appeared in front of the old man's door, panting and clinging to the door frame.

He was holding a piece of Jingtai porcelain produced in Jingdezhen during the Ming Dynasty in his arms and wiping the cold sweat that had broken out from his panic.

After looking around and finding nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a hint of complaint:

"What's wrong, Dad? You scared me to death.. I thought those Mafia guys came again."

"I worked the night shift last night. It was very tiring. I just wanted to get some sleep."

Indeed, the man had dark circles under his eyes and could almost fall asleep leaning against the door frame, coughing loudly.

But the old man didn't care about that. He walked over the desk and stood in front of his nephew. He raised two fingers of his right hand and tapped the man on the forehead at lightning speed.

"Snapped!"

"Hey... Dad, if you have something to say, just tell me. Why are you hitting me?"

"Dad, help you wake up!"

The old man glared at him, making him afraid to speak. He could only rub his forehead in pain.

At this time, another apprentice of the old man also hurried over behind the door.

The footsteps are heavy.

The room was vibrating as he stepped on it, dust was falling from the floor, and he was wearing black overalls, and his body was as big as a mountain.

It was Tohru, the former mafia member, the strongest sumo wrestler, the pseudo-Saint, and the future great wizard, who later studied magic with his father for two and a half years.

At this time, he was holding a bag of vegetables and asked his father sullenly: "Sir..what happened?"

Dad continued to explain in a hoarse and drawn-out tone.

"Don't talk about this for now, Tohru~ Didn't you see that the teacup fell over? Go clean it up!"

"..."

"Yes sir..."

"One more thing, where are the onions I asked you to buy? I don't smell any onions or garlic."

"Sorry sir.. the store closed early today..."

"Then let's go to a Carrefour that's a little further away to buy it! Forget it, let's not talk about these things for now, Jackie Chan... Just now I could feel the warning that my master, the Great Master, sent to me..."

"The black energy is spreading around the world again! We must be extremely careful."

At this moment, Jackie Chan finally had the chance to interrupt. He scratched his head in confusion and said, "Grand Master...gave you a warning?"

"That's right. Through the movement of heaven and earth, the changes in flowers, plants, fish and insects, as long as you feel it carefully, you can detect the changes in Qi!"

"This is the warning the Archmage gave me!"

The father was very dissatisfied with his silly nephew who was useless, not willing to learn magic, and instead liked archaeology more.

He has no children, only this nephew, and originally wanted to train Jackie Chan as his successor...

It's a pity that he is just a blockhead and doesn't think smart!

"So I want you to go to District 13 right now and take good care of the Holy Lord's talisman! Do you understand? No chance of error is allowed!"

"Okay Daddy.. But I really.."

Jackie Chan couldn't help yawning again. He was about to say that he was very tired and needed to rest for a while, but he saw his father's serious face and had to stop talking.

"I'll go now."

"When you feel sleepy, drink hot tea!! It will refresh your mind..."

Dad glared at Jackie Chan again with dissatisfaction.

Another crime has been added to Jackie Chan's list: he doesn't drink tea and only likes these foreign coffees!

"Okay dad, I got it."

Jackie Chan didn't want to argue and was about to leave when he saw a little girl wearing a red sweatshirt, a baseball cap and a schoolbag running in from outside.

His niece Xiaoyu.

If Jackie Chan failed to satisfy his father and made him worry-free, then Xiaoyu, the mischievous troublemaker, made Jackie Chan both love and worry about her.

"What's wrong, Dad? Tru...Uncle Long, where are you going?"

Xiaoyu quickly and accurately threw her schoolbag onto the coat rack on the second floor, then shook her short hair and waved excitedly.

"Yes!"

Then he looked at the sleepy Jackie Chan and asked curiously, "Can you take me with you?"

If it were normal times, Jackie Chan should have devoted himself to educating Xiaoyu not to run around here, and what to do if she got bumped into anything.