In New York's Chinatown, Zhang Ziyu changed into modern clothes and walked into the depths of Chinatown like a tourist.
"Don't tell me, it's still a bit lively, and there are a lot of fellow villagers."
Maybe it's because Zhang Ziyu has a good temperament and is very handsome. Every Chinese will smile in response when they see him.
Zhang Ziyu came all the way to a small red shop in the depths of Chinatown.
The mahogany door is gently closed, and there is a bell at the door. When guests come in or out, the bell will be triggered.
Zhang Ziyu pushed the door open and entered, the bell jingled: "Hello, is there anyone?"
"Not free today!"
Before I saw anyone when I entered the store, I heard an old and irritable voice coming from behind a mountain of books.
When Zhang Ziyu heard this, he realized that this was his father's voice, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Add money."
"Dad said, I'm not free today, Jackie Chan will see off the guests."
"Ten million dollars."
"Wow"
The sound of something falling was heard, and the father's voice sounded: "Jackie pours the tea, and Toru will prepare the biscuits soon."
A thin old man with gray hair, wearing small glasses and a yellow woolen sweater came out of the back room.
"Dad, we still have to find the last talisman, otherwise we will be killed by the Holy Lord..."
"Shut up Jackie Chan, dad knows, but dad also wants to do business."
Dad didn't even look back. It was obvious that he had decided on this business. After all, he was in the antique business. If he didn't open the business for three years, he would wait for three years after opening.
Look, didn’t it just happen in the past three years?
Jackie Chan covered his face, a little helpless, but now there is really no clue about the last spell, so he can only inquire about its whereabouts, and he can only pour tea honestly.
"One more thing, I don't drink black tea."
"I know, Dad."
Dad came to the front room and saw that the person coming was a young yellow man. He looked surprised and asked, "Are you Chinese?"
"Hello, old gentleman, my name is Zhang Ziyu."
Dad nodded: "I'm still a fellow, and I'll give you a discount later. Do you want to see antiques?"
Returning to my hometown, I can barely give you a 9.10% discount, which is already kind of my father.
"Sir, have some tea."
Jackie Chan and Tru came out with snacks and tea, and then served tea to Zhang Ziyu and Dad. Apparently, under Dad's discipline, he had done this kind of work a lot and was very skilled at it.
"Old sir, this junior came here unexpectedly because he wants to buy some ancient books from you."
The father frowned slightly and said: "There are not many people who like ancient books, and the prices are not cheap. Jackie Chan, go and get some ancient books from the shelf..."
Before the father finished speaking, Zhang Ziyu said: "Old sir, what I want is ancient books recording magic knowledge."
As soon as this happened, the atmosphere suddenly became uncomfortable, and Dad's eyes became sharp. At the same time, Jackie Chan and Tohru also protected Dad.
"Don't be so nervous."
"Magic is a very dangerous power that young people cannot master casually."
My father was very persuasive. Indeed, in his understanding, many people fell into darkness because they were obsessed with the power of magic.
Zhang Ziyu pointed his finger, and the energy spread, turning into a Tai Chi diagram spinning around. He smiled and said: "Thank you, old man, for reminding me, but I came here just to travel and accumulate knowledge. I heard that your magic here is very special. I want to
You need to find out."
"Wow, that's amazing. Uncle Long can do magic."
A crisp voice sounded, and at some point, a little girl carrying a schoolbag walked into the store.
"Xiaoyu, come here quickly."
Jackie Chan looked anxious and immediately pulled Xiaoyu to his side to protect him. God knows whether Zhang Ziyu is a friend or an enemy, but he has to protect his niece.
Zhang Ziyu showed a kind smile, Xiaoyu was not afraid, but Jackie Chan was a bit frightened after what happened during this period of time.
"Very powerful magic. I underestimated you young man."
The father's eyes when he looked at Zhang Ziyu also became extremely solemn, because he felt the terrifying energy only after Zhang Ziyu's power was exposed.
He is completely incomparable. To a certain extent, he is similar to a mage like the Ancient One.
Of course, he is not borrowing magic power, but using spells and artifacts that already contain magic power.
"Jackie Chan, don't be so nervous."
The father made a long voice and slapped Jackie Chan on the head, which eased the atmosphere a lot.
In The Adventures of Jackie Chan, the distinction between good and evil spells is very clear. Zhang Ziyu's strength and righteousness are very strong, and he is in the Bagua array, which shows that he is not a bad person.
"There is no need to exchange the magic book, but dad needs your help to deal with a demon."
Dad thought for a while and then made his request.
In fact, under normal circumstances, my father would not mind helping his fellow villagers, and he even accepted him as his apprentice after realizing that Tru was kind-hearted.
"Devil? Could it be the Holy Lord?"
Zhang Ziyu looked quite strange and asked.
This time, the father and others were confused, and they asked: "Do you know the Holy Lord?"
"Ahem, I understand a little bit, but not much."
Zhang Ziyu was telling lies with his eyes open. He couldn't tell them that he had made a deal with Holy Lord py.
"Old sir, what happened to the Holy Master?"
He was also curious about what kind of movement the Holy Master had made after getting the Death Scepter, whether he had regained his full strength, and whether the pig had been fattened up.
If all his strength is restored, then Lao Zhang can't be blamed.
"Since you know the Holy Lord, you must know about the twelve talismans. As long as he has twelve talismans, he will regain all his power. Now there are 11 talismans in his hands. As long as he finds the last one
If you cast a spell, he will come back completely."
The father did not hide anything and told Zhang Ziyu about the Holy Lord.
"boom"
However, as soon as his voice fell, the door was broken open by someone. It was a white man with a bald head and a windbreaker. He was Blake, the mayor of the 13th District.
"Jackie Chan, something bad happened. The Holy Lord led the Mafia and the Dragon Corps to attack the auction and stole the last spell."
"Oops, oops, oops, why are they moving so fast?"
Jackie Chan looked devastated. He might have tried harder and grabbed the last spell, but what to do now?
"Jackie Chan, we need your help now. The Holy Lord is gathering his men at the auction."
"I'll go over right away. Xiaoyu, you and dad stay here and don't move around."
Jackie Chan is a very responsible person, so he immediately chose to set out to stop the Holy Lord. Even though he knew that the Holy Lord was powerful, he never backed down subconsciously.
Of course, this guy is not an ordinary person like in the anime. He is not bad in martial arts, has first-level late-stage strength, and has strong energy and blood.
"No, I have to go too, Uncle Long."
"Snapped"
Before he finished speaking, Dad calmed down and patted Jackie Chan on the head: "If you want to defeat magic with magic, you must find the magic spell that seals the Holy Lord. Young man, please come together and help me, and you too, Tohru."
Dad knew that he couldn't let it go like this, otherwise it would all be food delivery. Fortunately, there is still Zhang Ziyu who knows magic. It should be much faster to find the magic spell to deal with the Holy Lord.
‘Troubled times’
Just when I sighed in my heart, Zhang Ziyu's voice suddenly came: "Actually, I still have some ways to deal with him."