Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 121 Unstoppable Freedom!

"Uh, Mom? How did you know? Do you have magic?"

Tru was a little confused.

He hadn't yet recovered from the shock that his mother might be a superhuman.

"When your father died, he left behind some kind of device. Now this damn device is giving me a headache, and I'm trying to figure out how to take it apart."

Tru paused for a moment, then realized: "Mom, we might have that thing."

bump!
A loud bang came from the other end of the phone, then the static disappeared, and my mother's voice was noticeably more relaxed and gentle, without the previous irritation and anger.

What's wrong, Tru?

Tru's lips twitched slightly, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "It's alright, Mom. I'll talk to Mr. Right now."

Also, tell Old Goat that I recently received a batch of junk. See if he wants it; I can sell it to him at a low price as payment for your food.

Tru replied with a sigh and hung up the phone.

He couldn't understand the two of them either. They had never met before, but they started arguing as soon as they met.

However, he knew that most of the reason stemmed from his mother, but there was nothing he could do; she was his mother.
As his son, there was nothing he could say; he could only do more chores and study harder.
"gentlemen."

Tru carefully recounted what his mother had just told him, omitting some inappropriate wording.

"Oh dear~ why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

The old man chanted the incantation rapidly, and with the absolute blessing of righteous energy, the teleportation magic was almost instantaneous.

Without hesitation, the old man said, "Go and get the book."

"it is good."

Tru knew the situation was urgent, so he immediately jogged towards the portal.

"There's one more thing. Go to the magic room and get the materials package."

"Ok sir."

"There's one more thing, I also need the magic implement bag."

"Ok sir."

"And one more thing"

"Tru, let me help you."

"There's one more thing. If Jackie Chan is going too, please make Dad a cup of tea. He needs to think things over right now."

"Okay, Dad."

"There's one more thing. Dad needs an edamame sandwich. You all need to eat too. You can't seal the demon on an empty stomach. You'll only have the strength if you're well-fed."

"Okay" x2.

"And one more thing"
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Meanwhile, in a jungle in Los Angeles.

Lin Luo briefly stopped searching for the succubus's vessel and looked up at the sky.

Vidis.
Is Ximu going to pull off something big?

A glimmer of light appeared in Lin Luo's scarlet eyes. Under the power of the moon, his eyes could see anywhere the moonlight shone.

Lin Luo's gaze locked onto two places.

In the center of a group of volcanoes in Russia, the aura of death surges, and the area is completely shrouded in darkness.

The moonlight struggled to break through the black fog and entered the legendary Valley of Death.

But they could not cross the black mist composed of death.

The black fog continued to spread, and while it covered the volcanoes, the activity of these volcanoes decreased significantly, but it also blocked some of the fog's spread.

One can imagine that this place was used to contain this demon.

It seemed that Lin Luo's gaze had been noticed.

In the faint Tyndall effect created by the sliver of moonlight, a figure in a black robe, barely visible, slightly raised its head.

Those deep blue eyes were filled with silence, seemingly devoid of any emotion, yet they bowed slightly to the moonlight, as if greeting the moon's master.

Lin Luo could sense the power of this being and knew that it was not greeting him, but rather showing respect to the former master of the Moon Palace.

As the figure straightened up, the black mist churned even more violently.

The moonlight made Lin Luo's eyes grow increasingly blurry.

Only a vague outline could be seen in the black mist; beneath the hood of the black robe, two eerie blue flames flickered, like the legendary Grim Reaper, the only thing missing being a scythe.
He ignored the Moon Palace's spying, and the black mist began to surge more and more, gradually breaking through the limitations of the volcanic cluster and heading towards a place where people lived—a dilapidated city.

The weakened necromancer demon wizard needs a gathering place for the living to recover.

It also needs a kingdom to build its own undead army.
Lin Luo frowned; he found this kind of thing rather repulsive.

He recognized it.

Lich!

A type of person who was once a great mage, but due to the issue of lifespan, offered his loyalty to death.

These things have a life casket, and they will not truly die until the life casket is destroyed.

Moreover, liches feed on souls.

This guy's life casket has most likely just been revived and is in need of a soul right now.

Furthermore, after slaughtering a city, the undead creatures can assemble an army of skeletons and zombies in the ruins, and their resentment can condense into evil spirits and demons.

Definitely the most evil faction.

Although Lin Luo was also an evil god, he couldn't quite accept this kind of thing that involved massacring entire cities.

The reason is simple: skeletons and zombies cannot be considered living beings. They don't even have complete souls; they are more like alchemical creations and have no concept of fear.
Under the lich's command, these skeletons would charge forward until they fell apart, even if it were gods or demons ahead.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Luo raised his hand.

Ahead of the black fog.

The moonlight formed a barrier, blocking the city from view in front of the black fog.

The moonlight, devoid of any magical fluctuations, blocked the endless spread of black mist. A lich, faintly visible within the black mist, looked up at the moon, the flames of its soul flickering in its eye sockets, seemingly filled with doubt.

After all, although the eight great empires didn't have much affection for undead creatures, they were still considered superior and transcendent powers. As long as they didn't slaughter the people of their empires, the undead creatures could still live quite well.

This place was not part of Moonlight's territory, and he did not sense any presence from the Howling Wind Kingdom.

This means that this place is temporarily no longer part of Xiaofeng's kingdom.
However, he did not disobey the Moon Palace Lord's order. He bowed slightly in obedience, and the black mist turned around, carrying death with it, and headed towards another city.

The Lord of Moonlight, with only a slight change in moonlight devoid of any power, was able to preserve a city of a million people from the cruel liches.
This is the majesty that belongs only to the moon.

Lin Luo looked at the other city, which was not small either, and hesitated.

But after thinking about it, he ultimately didn't stop it.

Actually, this has nothing to do with him. Even if a city of the dead really appears, he shouldn't be the one who's worried.

Even aside from skeletons and zombies, which aren't considered intelligent beings, other undead creatures, such as evil spirits and demons, do experience fear.
I'm no longer paying attention to the Lich.

Under the moonlight, in the wilderness of another country, the black mist in the sky began to drizzle down.

The rain was black, with wisps of black mist permeating it.

All the animals that came into contact with the rain began to flee frantically, as if they had been frightened by something.

All the plants that came into contact with the rain began to wither, and their leaves continued to turn yellow.

Some people in the wild first cough, then develop rashes, followed by fever and a rapid decline in bodily functions.

The moon grew brighter and brighter. In the same Tyndall effect, a very thin and sleazy-looking creature with a human body and a rat's head bowed to the moon. Then, it landed on all fours and vanished as it ran away, turning into a phantom.

Lin Luo withdrew his gaze, a serious expression appearing in his eyes.

After the Lich comes... the wielder of power, and disease!

There are two more.
Lin Luo sensed it.
Shadow, Sheep Eater!

They're all troublesome guys.

What is Ximu planning to do?
After some thought, Lin Luo ultimately decided to ignore it, but he still sent Zhang Gui to these areas to collect fear energy.

After all, both diseases and liches can cause immense fear.

Fear and disease are not in conflict with liches.
Furthermore, when fighting these two guys, fear itself seems harmless when the fear materialization skill is not used.

Looking at the moon, Lin Luo could see the convergence of dark and righteous energy more clearly through this authority.

Just as the lich was about to reach the human city, Zhengqi paused.

The black aura completely occupied the entire circle of balance.

this moment.

Without demons, the Dark Ages appeared for the first time. What if another demon appeared at this time?
Lin Luo paused for a moment, focusing on the direction of the lich, and continued searching for his own vessel.

He needs to see if any infectious undead creatures have appeared.

If so, he would need to keep some to make his divine status more chaotic.

Meanwhile, a chubby, ghostly figure has begun to traverse between two cities that are about to face disaster.

Both disease and lich sensed the aura of fear, but this fear appeared weak to them, and they were not afraid.

They ignored the fear, and if you don't provoke them, they won't provoke the fear either.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of Los Angeles...

As Tru continued translating the books written in Sakura script.

The black energy that the old man kept detecting gradually formed a series of symbols.

These symbols danced in the void, just like the old man's beating heart.

"Hey~"

The old man's exclamation drew Jackie Chan and the others' attention.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Jackie Chan asked anxiously, feeling helpless. He couldn't offer any help right now, as he felt his physical cultivation was somewhat useless; not only was it slow, but it also seemed rather ineffective.
The old man stared blankly for a while, then stood up without hesitation, pointed to the large bag of materials, and said: "Jackie Chan, carry this on your back."

Jackie Chan didn't hesitate to put on the backpack.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

Two teleportation portals appeared instantly: "Truru, you go back to Dad's antique shop and continue translating. Jade, go with Tru."

“Dad, I can help. I still have two runes left by Lope. With my current magic power enough for three uses, it won’t affect my use of low-level runes.”

Xiaoyu immediately said anxiously, "I can protect Uncle Long."

The old man frowned deeply, looked at Xiaoyu for three seconds, and decisively said, "Then Tru, you go back by yourself."

"But sir."

"Do you also have Lope's runes? No? Then you can go back to your dad's antique shop!"

"Uh," Tru said, feeling somewhat disappointed and utterly useless, unable to offer any help.
"There's one more thing. You're the only one among us who knows the cherry blossom script. If you don't translate it, the whole world will be doomed once the Shadow Kingdom recovers. Do you understand?"

Tru was taken aback, nodded, picked up the book, and walked toward the portal, turning back every few steps. While secretly vowing to double his time studying magic, he disappeared into the portal.

Without hesitation, the old man led Xiaoyu and the others into another portal.

He recognized those symbols: shadows, diseases, liches, sheep-eating beasts—each one a formidable opponent. If he dared to remain here, millions of people in those cities would die in an instant.

When the Cursed Blue descended, the death toll in America was already close to seven million. Some less developed countries had not yet tallied the numbers, but the total was a heartbreaking figure.

This time, if things go wrong, the death toll might not be lower than this number. He can't control the demons anymore, because both the City of the Dead and the spread of the disease are extremely troublesome.
As the moonlight bathed the football field, the Holy Lord led Ximu out of the shadows at a leisurely pace.

Ximu looked at the strange phenomena in the sky and took a deep breath.

"Divine Capital, can you feel it?"

His steps became increasingly rhythmic, like a top dancer gracefully moving under the moonlight, appearing more and more beautiful and elegant.

"The aura of darkness is also... the aura of true freedom."

"Freedom that cannot be stopped!"

(End of this chapter)