Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

"A talisman?" Xiaoyu's eyes widened. "And it's a puppy! Is that Dad's zodiac animal?"

Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Dad, how old are you?"

“Xiaoyu…” Jackie Chan reminded her.

"Uh... am I very, very old?" Xiaoyu blinked.

"Jade!" Jackie Chan patted Jade's head, signaling her to stop talking.

Fortunately, the old man's attention was entirely focused on the talisman. He took the talisman from Jackie Chan's hand and stood up.

"Alright, although the talisman isn't important, we still need to understand the power of the new zodiac talisman in order to better fight against the Holy Lord. I need to continue my research. Thank you for your gifts."

"Wait, Dad! But we haven't eaten the cake yet!" Seeing her father about to leave, Xiaoyu quickly waved her arms and said to him, "We want to celebrate for you!"

The old man, who was about to enter the house, slowly turned his head, paused, and said in his aged manner, "Alright, when I'm a year younger, you can celebrate for me then."

......

the other side.

Black Hand Building.

The highest level.

In the lobby of Valon's office.

Jiang Shinian hung on the wall, watching with boredom as Valon scolded Tru.

Since he didn't intervene this time, the dog talisman was undoubtedly taken by Jackie Chan.

This greatly angered Valon.

He seemed to see a mountain of gold disappear before his eyes.

It was as if a sound was echoing in his ears.

That was the pitiful howl of money leaving him!

They were shouting at him!

"You idiot, Jackie Chan actually stole the talisman again!"

On the table next to Valon was the Eye of the Dragon.

His voice was cold: "If the shadowy figure hadn't saved the talisman tracker, you probably would have sat on it and smashed it to pieces!"

"Uh, my master, I'm sorry..."

Tru stood there, his imposing stature barely deserving of description, yet he looked pitiful, like a submissive wife accepting her husband's accusations, bowing and apologizing to Valon.

“You’ve disappointed me. I think we should hire someone to do the rest of the work in their spare time.” Valon squinted.

"What? No need, Master! I'll do even better in the future!" Tru suddenly raised his head.

"It's too late, Tru. Your two failures have become intolerable to me!"

Valon raised his left hand and pointed to the door behind Tru: "Let me introduce you, this is Afu."

From the shadows of the gate, a muscular man with explosive red hair and a body full of muscles emerged.

"Ah Fu? He looks kind of funny. Can he even beat me?"

Tru turned his head and looked at Afu's small eyes, which revealed doubt and a hint of disdain.

This person doesn't look fierce at all, so why would the master choose him?

Upon hearing Tru's words, the red-haired man's forehead veins bulged.

He suddenly leaped into the air, doing several somersaults, and roared angrily.

"Underestimating me? Black Tiger Claws at the Heart!"

"Come die!"

Afu soared through the air and roared again.

"The mountain is overwhelming!"

"Fuck!"

A fierce and imposing aura swept over us.

Tru was shocked, his small eyes widening in surprise.

This guy looks like he can fight even better than Jackie Chan.

"Oh!"

Afu placed his feet firmly on Tru's shoulders, assumed a fighting stance, and used one hand to press down on Tru's head, shouting loudly, "And another one, Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl!"

With a whoosh, Afu's right hand, like an eagle hook, stopped right in front of Tru's eyes with his index and middle fingers, just a hair's breadth away from stabbing him, but he didn't continue.

“Very good. It seems that our new friend is very sensible.”

Valon stood to the side, watching as Afu gave Tru a hard time, a satisfied smile on his face.

However, with Jiang Shinian hanging on the wall, the surrounding shadows were all his glasses, so he could clearly see that Afu, who had his back to them, did not seem to have refrained from making a move out of a sense of propriety.

Instead, it was because his arm wanted to continue downwards, but it seemed that his arm was too short.

Or perhaps his muscles were too large, preventing him from extending his arms flexibly, which is why he stopped in front of Tru.

"Uh……"

Tru was startled, slowly opened his eyes, and regained his senses: "Appearances can sometimes be deceiving..."

This seemingly harmless person turned out to be just as difficult to deal with as Jackie Chan's archaeologist.

......

San Francisco.

An old antique shop.

The study was dim and gloomy, and if you listened carefully, you could faintly hear crackling sounds.

In this room, only a desk lamp was consuming electricity, slowly emitting a faint light, and the crackling sound came from the light bulb.

"Dogs are man's best friend."

The desk was piled high with stacks of books.

From within this pile of scriptures, an old and slow voice emanated.

The owner of that voice was none other than Old Man.

At this moment, he was holding an octagonal talisman in his left hand, on which was engraved a yellow dog-shaped pattern.

His right hand held a magnifying glass, which he painstakingly compared with the ancient secretary, trying to decipher the secret of the dog charm.

"Those who possess the dog charm will live forever..."

The old man continued reading, determined to fully understand the meaning of this mysterious and ancient scripture.

However, when the elderly man saw the meaning of the last four translated words, he was stunned.

"Never...die?"

"Never to die..."

The old man sat at the table, his back slightly hunched, his somewhat cloudy eyes fixed on the four characters. He kept muttering to himself, his wrinkled hands trembling slightly as he gripped the talisman in his hand.

There was a pause.

The old man exhaled a breath of stale air. He placed the talisman on the ancient book in front of him, and the magnifying glass distorted his eyes in a very strange way.

Chapter 74 Summoning Mastery! The Shadow's Inner Thoughts...

"Never to die." The old man picked up the pencil beside him and gently tapped the strange talisman with the eraser end of the pencil.

In an instant, the dog talisman on the desk, which had remained calm, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling and brilliant light.

The light illuminated almost the entire room.

The faint light from the desk lamp was quickly suppressed, becoming dim and lifeless.

The dim light of the desk lamp and the light of the talisman were in the same room, just like a faint firefly reflecting the vast sun in the sky, and were directly swept away.

The bright white light was so intense that it was impossible to see whether the desk lamp was still on or not.

This process happened very quickly. The light shimmered and rotated, and the old man was in the middle of it, with a mysterious force at work.

He seemed to have changed under the influence of this force; some details were already shifting.

......

District 13 is considered one of the most "secret" and "safe" areas in the United States and even the world.

A room specifically for Xiaoyu and Jackie Chan to live in.

Xiaoyu sat casually on the ground.

Beside her was a large basket, a birthday gift Jackie Chan had given to his father.

However, it was obvious that Dad didn't like it.

Therefore, Xiaoyu brought all these snacks here.

The basket is now almost empty, containing only cheese and other snacks.

It looks like the gift that was supposed to be a gift from Dad has already been eaten by some little brat.

"Uncle Long, Dad has always looked very old and frail, hasn't he?"

Xiaoyu had a book on her lap. She put the last bite of her dessert into her mouth with one hand, turned her head and asked Jackie Chan a question.

"No, Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan, who was driving piles, stopped what he was doing, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face with a towel, and then turned around with a serious expression.

“When Dad was young, he was more energetic than you and me, but no one can stay young forever, not even magic can make Dad do that.”

"Oh, really, Uncle Long? Even magic can't stop Dad from aging?" Xiaoyu looked up at him, bewildered.

"Uh..." Jackie Chan choked for a moment.