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

Chapter 200 The Quagmire of the Times
London.

In the Holy Lord's new villa.

The buildings that are incredibly precious to humans are almost always readily available to those with extraordinary abilities.

Of course, this is under the condition that society does not have a stable supernatural system.

With the assistance of extraordinary law enforcement teams, alchemical technology, and other means, even extraordinary individuals must abide by the rules set by the powerful.

The villa has been quite quiet lately. The little devil dragon and Tara have been out the whole time and show no sign of coming back.

The Holy Lord has been learning the magical heritage he received from China and the Soviet Union.

The situation is getting increasingly strange, and the water is becoming increasingly murky.

The fear is already not to be underestimated. Ximu, who seems to be an enemy of the demons and is hiding behind the scenes, is about to lose his destiny for the future, and is about to inherit the destiny for the future, as well as demons, gods, humans, and all races.

Countless forces have thoroughly muddied the still relatively clear waters of Earth, even turning it into a massive abyss capable of swallowing everything.

Even demons have no hope of breaking free.

In response, the Holy Lord needs more magical knowledge and regain more wisdom to see clearly whether there is a way out of this abyss centered on demons.

We must also see clearly who the real enemy is in this murky water.

Or, when the demon is destined to be devoured, should one take a desperate gamble?

All of this required immense wisdom for him to prepare.

The Holy Lord believes that he is now the guide for the devil, and the devil's repeated failures are a kind of countdown, urging him to make his own decision.

The Holy Lord turned to the next page of the book, looking at the demonic script recorded on it, as well as the magical patterns that still had a hint of ancient aura, and a sense of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Each spell can awaken some memories in him, and these memories will be completely imprinted in his mind when he regains control of the spell, awakening corresponding wisdom.

"Can you hurry up! That damn Eisen has gone mad. If the next door isn't opened before the New Year's bells ring, we're all going to die!"

"Let me see, the Chinese New Year in 2003 is February 1st, that's still three months away."

"There are only three months left, brother, I'm begging you, can't you move yourself?"

The Holy Lord ignored the noise coming from next door, preferring death to abandoning his so-called righteous cause. This Panku destiny is indeed quite interesting.

"No rush, I'm hungry."

Rasu shook his head, speaking with an expression of utter indifference.

Fortunately, the Soviet Union and China did not leave California, where he did not know anyone. If the situation had spread to San Francisco, he would not have found peace even in death.

Now, don't even think about making him turn that damned 'Pandora's Box' and release the demons inside.

Han Bing looked at the venomous snake with a helpless expression and waved his hand.

The venomous snake clicked its tongue and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, the boxer next to him was spinning the Panku Box himself, occasionally grabbing Rasu's hand to spin it as well, but the Panku Box remained motionless for a long time.

He was certain that this thing recognized people 100%, but unfortunately it didn't recognize him.

As for the claim that the Sino-Soviet alliance killed tens of millions of people within an hour of their departure.
Ah, these people can't be resurrected, and if they can't open the seventh door within three months, they will die.

If you're about to die, who will care about the lives of others?

buzz~
A slight vibration sounded from within Rasu's arms.

Han Bing suddenly looked up at the boxer.

"He still has a cell phone?" The boxer was taken aback, then shrugged. "How would I know? Didn't they say all the cell towers in America were gone? What use is a cell phone then?"

"That's true." Han Bing thought for a moment, then decided to ignore it.

They weren't the ones looking after Rasu before, so since the Holy Lord doesn't mind that Rasu has a cell phone, they certainly won't meddle.

Moreover, the harm done to people by the Chinese and Soviet Union was secondary; they only slaughtered one-fifth of the United States. The damage they caused to electrical systems was truly outrageous. All kinds of batteries and wires were destroyed, and almost all electrical equipment in use across the North American continent was destroyed.

Those reporters were using spare cameras that had never been turned on.

In some interviews, most people mentioned that when that demon existed, anything electrified would be drawn in and destroyed.

Even if this guy has a cell phone
"show me."

As she pondered this, Han Bing couldn't resist and reached into La Su's arms to grab his phone.

Rasu immediately grabbed his hand, clearly displeased: "Hey, that's mine, you can't take it away!"

As the two struggled, Han Bing looked at the boxer.

The boxer shrugged, stepped forward, and restrained Rasu.

Rasu was unable to resist and had her phone snatched away during her struggle.

Han Bing opened her phone, scrolled through it, and after seeing a message, she was somewhat surprised: "Huh? The satellite wasn't destroyed? Oh right, there was a broadcast too."

"Fuck, didn't your mother teach you not to rummage through other people's things?" Rasu couldn't help but curse, but he couldn't break free from the boxer's control and could only watch as his phone was browsed by Hanbing.

"Hey~ Boss? Who's your boss?"

"Mind your own business! Give it back to me! Otherwise, don't even think about me turning that damn box!" Rasu couldn't help but shout.

Han Bing's face also darkened: "Fine, we won't turn back then. We might die, but I guarantee you'll die before me!"

As Han Bing spoke, she began to browse through his phone, a cold smile appearing on her lips: "Not only will you die, but next month, if you haven't opened the seventh door by then, every single person in your contact list will die!"

Rasu's pupils contracted, but he then pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Suit yourself. My conscience won't allow me to turn that damned box. If I can take the three of you traitors with me to our deaths, I'll be a hero of the human race. I've made a profit!"

Han Bing stared coldly at Rasu, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

Just as he was about to say something, his phone vibrated again.

Han Bing glanced at it, then smiled.

He spoke sarcastically: "Heh, heh, let me see what this is? Your boss said he doesn't want you anymore, and you're still spouting this racial righteousness? In the end, the very thing you're protecting abandons you now."

"Impossible! My boss isn't that kind of person!" Rasu exclaimed, unable to hold back his emotions any longer.

He struggled desperately, but against a boxer whose strength was close to that of Afu, he was unable to break free.

Han Bing glanced at the boxer and gestured.

The boxer let go, and Rasu snatched the phone, looking at the string of text sent from Valon's account.

Figure it out yourself, and don't contact me again.

Rasu's heart sank further and further. Did Valon really not want her anymore?

His fingers trembled slightly as he pressed the buttons repeatedly, quickly piecing together an English sentence to send. But a pop-up window immediately appeared on the screen, displaying the glaring message "Sending failed."

The other party blocked him!
How could this be? How is this possible!

That's Valon!

(End of this chapter)