I, The Sword God Of Rocks Pirates

In this way, Jackie Chan temporarily became more relaxed.

No need to travel around the world or run around because of spells.

Jackie Chan doesn't have to do anything except decorate the storefront for Dad.

To be honest, this kind of life is not bad for Jackie Chan.

Decorating a shop is much easier than going to the ruins for archaeology.

And Jackie Chan is good at martial arts.

But he was more convinced that he should be considered an archaeologist.

Fighting with the people of the black hand is not in line with Jackie Chan's original wishes.

Finally, one day.

Dad finally found a way to temporarily suppress the black energy in the dragon's body! "Oops! I found it!"

The old man, whose injuries had recovered, immediately called Jackie Chan over. "Dad! Can the black energy in my body be removed?!"

When Jackie Chan heard that his father had found a solution, he immediately asked excitedly.

"This...for the time being, it can only be suppressed. If you want to remove it completely, there is no way." Dad coughed a few times.

Said that just trying to find a way to seal the black energy is already exhausting!

Jackie Chan sighed helplessly.

Although I don't feel any bad changes in my body.

But that black air has always made Jackie Chan very concerned.

After all, your body can be manipulated by people anytime, anywhere.

It feels so bad to think about it!

"After suppressing the black qi in your body, the mage will not be able to find your position directly. If you want to control your body, you can only rely on other methods." As the father said, he asked Jackie Chan to put his own Take off your shirt.

After Jackie Chan did.

Dad just took out a bowl that looked very old.

Inside was a dark red, viscous liquid like a dye.

I saw the old man muttering various spells in his mouth, and in his hand he painted a special pattern on Jackie Chan's back.

"Dad, isn't that black air of mine on my forehead? Why is it drawn on my back?" Jackie Chan asked curiously halfway through the drawing.

"If you do that and stimulate that black air, you might die!" Dad told Jackie Chan not to interrupt.

If he makes a mistake, he is likely to be killed by the black qi!

When Jackie Chan heard this, he didn't dare to say anything more.

About a quarter of an hour passed. "All right!"

As his father's voice fell, Jackie Chan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Dad, I haven't noticed any changes in my body?" Jackie Chan moved his body.

But he found that he didn't seem to have any obvious changes.

"Oh! You thought this was making a movie!" Dad tapped Jackie Chan: "If there is any change, you will be turned into a monster by that black gas first!" Jackie Chan gritted his teeth in pain.

But there was no way to refute it.

After all, he really doesn't know anything about magic. "Uncle Long! Something is wrong!"

At this moment, Xiaoyu hurriedly walked in with her laptop in her arms! "Xiaoyu! You are secretly making an electric roar again!"

Seeing Xiaoyu's actions, Jackie Chan frowned.

Xiaoyu quickly explained: "I'm just browsing the Internet... Let's not talk about this! What do you think this is?!" Jackie Chan looked over.

I saw a charm engraved with a mouse pattern embedded in an old-fashioned lamp! "Oops! It's a rat spell!"

Dad also saw the pattern, and immediately said seriously.

"Xiaoyu, what the hell is going on with this picture!" Jackie Chan asked seriously!

"I saw it when I was shopping! But it has been photographed!" Xiaoyu quickly explained!

Jackie Chan and his father looked at each other, and then asked in unison: "When was it taken away?!" "Just three days ago, someone shot it with 50,000 knives!"

Xiaoyu said quickly.

"Damn it! The guy who bought the lamp must know the power of the rat spell!" Jackie Chan said solemnly.

"We must find this spell!" Dad started to think about countermeasures.

Several people tried a few methods, but could not find specific information on that buyer.

There will be some powerful people participating in that auction, and the buyer's personal information is well protected. "It seems that we have to turn to Sheriff Blake for help." Jackie Chan had no choice but to contact Sheriff Blake.

Hearing that the spell might be lost, the responsible Sheriff Blake immediately used the intelligence network of District 13.

"There's bad news, Jackie Chan." Sheriff Blake said seriously: "The IP address of that buyer should be a sub-base of the Mafia!" "Walong! It must be ordered by the Holy Master!" Jackie Chan suddenly realized at this point! "What? They still use computers?!" Xiaoyu was obviously shocked when she heard that the black hand actually used the Internet.

After all, he is also a member of the magic world, but my father doesn't know how to use any modern technology! "V of course, many of the black hands' transactions are done online." Sheriff Blake said it for granted.

Times are progressing.

Even black hands have to learn to use the power of the Internet.

"Sheriff Blake! Can you tell me the location of that sub-base!" Jackie Chan asked seriously.

He couldn't look at Wallon, just took the mouse spell away!

"Yes, yes, but I can only tell you the approximate location." There was a moment of silence from Sheriff Blake.

Then he heard his helpless tone.

"Why is it an approximate location? Your computer and satellite should be able to accurately locate it!" Xiaoyu asked a little unconvinced after hearing this. "Xiaoyu, we also have our difficulties..."

Sheriff Blake's voice sounded like he really wanted to help Jackie Chan.

However, it was as if he was being held back by some kind of force, so he couldn't help at all.

Neither Xiaoyu nor Jackie Chan reacted.

And the father who has worked hard in the society for a long time (Nuo Qian Zhao) realized something. "That Wallon, did he get on the line with 'that group of people'?" Dad asked suddenly.

Sheriff Blake was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly: "You guessed it right, he seems to have something very valuable in his hand, and let the people above turn a blind eye to him." In Blake The valuables in the Sheriff's mouth were naturally the potions provided by Bai Ye.

Even District 13 is a secret department under the government of the Beautiful Country.

Sheriff Blake also has his own superiors.

And from the beginning of his superior's superior, it has been the core group of the beautiful country.

Take advantage of this potion that cures all ailments and restores youthful vitality.

Wallon didn't just make a fortune.

At the same time, he has truly penetrated into the core group of Beautiful Country!

As long as his black hand does not commit a major case with serious impact, someone will cover him! .

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