I Have a Monster Farm

Chapter 598 Papa's Antique Shop

In New York's Chinatown, Zhang Ziyu changed into modern clothes and wandered into the depths of Chinatown like a tourist.

"Don't say it, it's still a bit lively, and there are many fellow villagers."

Maybe Zhang Ziyu has a good temperament, and he is also very handsome. Every Chinese will smile when he sees him.

Zhang Ziyu came all the way to the depths of Chinatown, in front of a small red shop.

The mahogany door is gently closed, and there is a bell at the door, which will be touched when a guest comes in or out.

Zhang Ziyu pushed the door open, and the bell rang: "Is there anyone?"

"No time today!"

When I entered the store, I didn't see anyone, but I heard an old and irritable voice coming from behind the mountain of books.

Zhang Ziyu couldn't help but smile knowingly when he heard that it was his father's voice.

"Add money."

"Dad said, I don't have time today, so Jackie Chan will see off the guests."

"Ten million dollars."

"crash"

There was the sound of things falling, and the voice of the old man sounded: "Jackie Chan is pouring tea, and Tolu is preparing biscuits soon."

A thin, gray-haired old man with small glasses and a yellow woolen sweater came out from the back room.

"Father, we still need to find the last spell, or we will be killed by the Holy Master"

"Shut up Jackie Chan, Dad knows, but Dad also has business."

The old man didn't turn his head back. Obviously, he has decided on this business. After all, he is engaged in the antique business. It will not open for three years, and it will take three years for it to open.

You see, hasn't it been here for the past three years?

Jackie Chan covered his face, a little helpless, but now there is indeed no clue of the last spell, he can only inquire about his whereabouts, and he can only pour tea honestly.

"One more thing, I don't drink black tea."

"Understood, Dad."

When the old man came to the front room, he saw that the person was a young man of yellow race. He looked surprised and asked, "Are you from China?"

"Hello, old man, my name is Zhang Ziyu."

Dad nodded: "I'm still a fellow, I'll give you a discount later, do you want to look at antiques?"

The old man returns to the old man, barely offering a 10% discount is already kind-hearted.

"Sir, drink tea."

Jackie Chan and Tru came out with snacks and tea, and then served tea to Zhang Ziyu and the old man. Obviously, under the supervision of the old man, this kind of work has not been done less, and it is very skillful.

"Mister, the junior came to visit rashly, because he wanted to buy some ancient books with you."

The old man frowned slightly, and said: "There are not many people who like ancient books, and the price is not cheap, Jackie Chan, go and get some ancient books from the shelf."

Before the old man finished speaking, Zhang Ziyu said: "Mr., what I want is an ancient book that records magic knowledge."

When this came out, the atmosphere suddenly became strange, and the father's gaze suddenly became sharper. At the same time, Jackie Chan and Tohru also protected the father.

"Don't be so nervous."

"Magic is a very dangerous power, young people can't master it casually."

The old man persuaded him well, indeed in his cognition, many people fell into the darkness because they were obsessed with the power of magic.

Zhang Ziyu tapped his finger, the energy spread, and it turned into a Taiji diagram, spinning around. He smiled and said: "Thank you for reminding me, but I am here this time to travel and accumulate knowledge. I heard that the magic here is very special. To find out."

"Wow, that's amazing. Uncle Long can change magic."

A crisp voice sounded, and at some point, a little girl carrying a schoolbag had already walked into the store.

"Xiaoyu, come here quickly."

Jackie Chan's face became anxious, and he immediately pulled Xiaoyu to his side to protect him. God knows whether Zhang Ziyu is an enemy or a friend, and his niece will protect herself.

Zhang Ziyu showed a kind smile, but Xiaoyu was not afraid, but Jackie Chan seemed a bit frightened after this period of time.

"Very powerful magic, I underestimated you young man."

The old man's gaze towards Zhang Ziyu also became extremely solemn, because he felt the terrifying energy only after Zhang Ziyu exposed the power.

He is completely incomparable. To some extent, he is somewhat similar to a mage like Gu Yi.

Of course, he didn't borrow magic power, but used spells and artifacts that contained magic power.

"Jackie Chan, don't be so nervous."

The old man elongated his 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 has a lot of strength and righteousness, and he is also a gossip, which shows that he is not a bad person.

"The magic book, you don't need to exchange it, but Dad needs your help to deal with a demon."

Dad pondered for a moment, then made his request.

In fact, if it was normal time, Dad would not mind helping the fellow juniors. He even accepted Trudeau as his apprentice after he realized that he was kind in nature.

"Devil? Could it be the Holy Lord?"

Zhang Ziyu asked with a strange look on his face.

This time, the father and the others were confused, and asked: "Do you know the Holy Master?"

"Ahem, I understand a little bit, but not much."

Zhang Ziyu was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and he couldn't tell them that he had a deal with the Holy Lord.

"Old sir, what's the matter, Holy Master?"

He was also curious about what happened to the Holy Master after he got the death scepter, whether he had recovered his full strength, whether the pig had fattened up or not.

If all the strength is restored, then it's no wonder that he is old Zhang.

"Since you know the Holy Master, you must know about the twelve spells. As long as you have twelve spells, he will recover all his power. Now 11 spells have fallen into his hands. Just find the last one. spell, and he'll come back for good."

The father did not hide anything, and told Zhang Ziyu about the Holy Master.

"boom"

However, as soon as his voice fell, the door was broken open. It was a white man with a bald head and a windbreaker. He was Black, the head of the thirteenth district.

"Jackie Chan, something is wrong. The Holy Master led the Mafia and the Dragon Corps to attack the auction and snatched away the last spell."

"Oops, oops, oops, why are they moving so fast?"

Jackie Chan's face collapsed, and he might have tried harder to grab the last charm, but how to play now.

"Jackie Chan, we need your help now, the Lord is summoning his men at the auction."

"I'll go right away, Xiaoyu, you and your father stay here, don't move around."

Jackie Chan is a very responsible person, so he immediately chose to set off to stop the Holy Lord, even though he knew that the Holy Lord was powerful, but he subconsciously never backed down.

Of course, this guy is not all ordinary people like in the anime. His martial arts cultivation is not bad, and he also has a late-stage strength and strong blood.

"No, I'm going too, Uncle Long."

"Snapped"

Before finishing speaking, the old man 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 people, come and help me, and you too, Tru."

Dad knew he couldn't just go there like this, otherwise they would all be delivering food. Fortunately, there is still Zhang Ziyu who knows magic, and it should be much faster to find the magic spell to deal with the Holy Lord.

'eventful autumn'

Just sighing in my heart, Zhang Ziyu's voice suddenly came: "Actually, I still have some ways to deal with him."

"Um?"

"I know a million bits and pieces about him."