Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion

Chapter 155 Ximu's Vicious Bait Plan!
Upon hearing Xi Mu's vicious plan, Jackie Chan, who was hiding behind the wall, felt a strange moment of relaxation in his tense nerves.

At least, his father's life isn't in immediate danger. Ximu needs him as bait.

However, this brief sense of security, like a fragile layer of ice, was shattered in an instant!

"Heh... a rat hiding in the corner..." A cold, mocking voice suddenly entered Jackie Chan's ears, as if whispering right next to him, "You think I really didn't notice you?"

Jackie Chan felt a chill run down his spine, and a cold sensation instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

He looked up abruptly and saw Ximu's distorted face in the center of the church, turned towards where he was hiding, his pure black eyes filled with a cruel smile like a cat playing with a mouse!

“The old man won’t be in any danger…” Ximu’s voice, like a viper’s hiss, echoed in the empty church, “But you… well, that’s another story!”

The words have not yet been spoken!

A thick, almost viscous black current, like a living tide, suddenly burst forth from Ximu's body and instantly swept over the corner where Jackie Chan was hiding!

The black aura was icy cold, carrying a strong corrosive and binding force!
"Oh no!" Jackie Chan only had time to let out a cry of alarm before instinctively trying to dodge!
But the black magic was too fast and too wide! He felt as if he were trapped in a cold swamp, his limbs and bones bound and imprisoned by an invisible force! He couldn't even muster the slightest strength to resist!
The black mist bound him tightly like chains, easily dragging him out from behind the wall where he was hiding, and suspending him in mid-air.

"Ugh!" Jackie Chan struggled, but could only watch helplessly as he was carried by the black mist to his father's side and suspended there as well.

"Hey! You idiot!" The old man, who was hanging to the side, saw that Jackie Chan had also been captured, and his beard bristled with anger. He immediately began to berate him, "How many times have I told you! Ximu is the most terrifying black qi mage among the eight demons! He is extremely sensitive to the flow of 'qi'! You didn't even bring a protective amulet to shield your aura, and you dared to follow me so swaggeringly?! Aren't you just walking into a trap?!"

Hearing his father's loud and forceful complaint, Jackie Chan blushed, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. He had indeed been too careless, only thinking about saving people and completely ignoring Ximu's special abilities as a black magic mage.

"Hehehe..." Ximu looked at the master and apprentice hanging in front of him (although his father wouldn't admit it) and let out an even more smug laugh, "So noisy!"

He seemed tired of listening to the two "chatting," and with a gentle flap of his wings, two more condensed black energies shot out instantly, precisely sealing Jackie Chan and his father's mouths!
Muffled sounds replaced words; the two could only glare angrily at Ximu, unable to utter another sound.

Inside the dilapidated church, the air seemed to solidify into cold amber, sealing everything in a suffocating silence.

Ximu hovered in mid-air, his pure black eyes like two dull obsidian stones, looking with great interest at Jackie Chan and his father, who were bound by black energy and hanging like dried meat.

Looking at these two guys who used to always cause him trouble, now only able to make futile "uh-uh" sounds, Ximu felt a morbid sense of satisfaction.

"Hehehe..." A low, sharp laugh broke the silence again. "Don't be impatient, the show has only just begun."

He slowly raised one claw, and black energy, like a living venomous snake, coiled and gathered at his fingertip.

“That so-called District 13, and your scattered henchmen,” Ximu’s voice carried a hint of cold mockery, “it’s time to send them an ‘invitation’.”

A dark aura surged, and an old, dusty telephone in the corner of the church suddenly began to vibrate strangely, its screen lighting up with an ominous red light.

Ximu didn't even look at the phone; with a thought, the phone automatically dialed a number.

...The atmosphere at District 13 headquarters was somber.

On the huge electronic screen, red dots representing abnormal energy in various parts of the city flashed wildly, with the red in the area on the edge of the city center being as thick as congealed blood.

Sheriff Black stood in front of the command post, his face ashen and his brows furrowed.

Suddenly, an encrypted communicator in front of him rang without warning, but the caller ID was blank.

Sheriff Black frowned, signaled to the technicians to track the signal, and pressed the answer button at the same time.

"This is Blake."

"Hehehe... Sheriff Black, how have you been?" A sharp, cold, and malicious voice came through the receiver like an ice pick, causing Sheriff Black's pupils to shrink sharply.

It's Ximu!
"Jackie Chan and that old man are in my hands now." Ximu's voice was filled with undisguised smugness. "Want them to live?"

Sheriff Black clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force. "What do you want?"

“It’s very simple.” Ximu’s laughter was like a viper’s hiss. “I want the artifact you find that seals my immortal divine relic.”

Sheriff Black's heart sank; the token hadn't been found at all!

“And also,” Ximu’s voice grew even more greedy, “those containers you’ve collected that contain dark power, bring them along as well.”

"Don't even think about it!" Sheriff Black roared. If Westwood were to obtain the power sealed within those containers, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Oh?" Ximu's tone became even more dangerous. "It seems you don't care much about their lives. Fine, then I'll go ahead..."

"Wait!" Sheriff Blake gritted his teeth, interrupting him with difficulty. The safety of Jackie Chan and his father forced him to compromise. He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and unease. "Location? Time?"

“Three days later.” Ximu’s voice was filled with an arrogant sense of control. “Under the city bridge. Remember, you are the only one allowed to come. If I find any unnecessary movements, or anything missing…”

"Hehehe... You'll have to bear the consequences!"

Communications ceased abruptly.

Sheriff Black slammed down the communicator, his face so grim it was almost dripping with anger.

"Sheriff?" The agent next to him looked at him with concern.

"Prepare those containers." Sheriff Black's voice was hoarse and heavy, tinged with humiliation and helplessness. "Also, continue the search for the divine artifact with all our might! We only have three days!"

He knew it was an almost impossible task, but he would fight for it even if there was only a sliver of hope. He had to ensure the safety of Jackie Chan and his father, no matter what.

(End of this chapter)