Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 190 Unlucky, Unlucky, Unlucky

San Francisco, District 13.

The relaxed and leisurely work atmosphere of the past is long gone in District 13. The urgent ringing of telephones rises and falls between the corridors and office cubicles. Agents and civilian staff come and go in a hurry, and they all have dark circles under their eyes. Coffee cups have become a standard accessory, and the former relaxed atmosphere is completely gone.

Since the demonic energy in the world began to flow back and resurface after being stimulated by the righteous energy, demons and evil spirits have emerged all over the world, and the resurrected ghosts and monsters and the remnants of ancient demons have wreaked havoc everywhere.

In the San Francisco area under the jurisdiction of the 13th ward alone, police incidents have been continuous, with one call after another. Today someone encountered a moving skeleton in their basement, tomorrow someone was chased by a shadowless monster in the park, and the day after tomorrow a resident called to say that their neighbor's child was sucked into a mirror. They are already overwhelmed with work.

"Jackie Chan, this is the twelfth ghost-related injury incident this month. You need to understand, it's only been a week this month!" In Jackie Chan's room, Inspector Black rushed in anxiously, his face full of bitterness and resentment.

He recently managed to get a hair growth method from an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. If he continues to work day and night like this, he will have to say goodbye to the thick, beautiful hair he has been longing for for the rest of his life.

"Oh, sorry, Sheriff Black," Jackie Chan looked up, staring at his panda eyes, his tone equally filled with despair, "Ever since that day, Dad has locked himself in his room, and I don't know what he's doing."

The endless stream of demons and monsters not only caused the Thirteenth District a lot of trouble, but also added countless dangers to his archaeological work. He now even wondered if he had some kind of unlucky constitution. Every time he went to a cave, there was a monster in the cave; every time he touched an artifact, there was a curse on the artifact.

If it weren't for Tru's help over the past two weeks, he probably would have been lying in a hospital bed long ago.

As for his father, just as he said, it's been a full two weeks since he last saw him step out of that door.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Blake sighed, suppressing his anxiety, and pulled a document from his briefcase, handing it to Jackie Chan: "News has come from Washington that China plans to join forces with the US, UK, France, and Russia to establish a global mage organization specifically designed to combat the resurrected demons. Many renowned mages from around the world have already accepted the invitation and gone there. I recommended Dad to them. When Dad comes out of seclusion, remember to tell him about this."

"Okay, I'll pass it on to him." Jackie Chan nodded in agreement.

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled thud suddenly rang out.

As luck would have it, just as Sheriff Blake turned to leave, Dad walked out on his own.

Her hair was a mess, and you could tell at a glance that she hadn't taken care of herself for a while.

"Dad!" Jackie Chan instinctively wanted to tell him about the magic organization, but before he could finish speaking, his father waved his hand to stop him: "Dad already knows."

"What?"

With a sharp crack, before Jackie Chan could react, his father raised his hand and gave him a clean flick on the forehead, making him wince in pain: "There's one more thing, Dad needs a plane ticket to Zhongnan Mountain as quickly as possible."

"Zhongnan Mountain?" Jackie Chan looked completely bewildered. "Why would you go to Zhongnan Mountain for no reason?"

"Uh—" Sheriff Black coughed awkwardly and explained, "I can answer that. The headquarters of the United Mage Organization is located in Zhongnan Mountain in China."

"Okay." Jackie Chan rubbed his aching forehead, then remembered something else: "By the way, all the talismans have been retrieved."

"The talisman is not important," the old man said seriously. "The world has changed, and the end of the world is coming."

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An hour later, the flight from San Francisco to Zhongnan Mountain was flying smoothly above the clouds.

Jackie Chan sat by the window, unable to suppress his doubts. He turned to his father beside him and asked, "Dad, I still don't understand why the headquarters of this global united magic organization is located in Zhongnan Mountain?"

Logically speaking, even if China has produced many talented people, according to the official practices of various countries, they should first meet and discuss in the capital. Why did they go against the norm and directly set the meeting place at Zhongnan Mountain?

The old man pushed up his reading glasses, looked out the window at the clouds, and said calmly, "Because the descendant of Lu Zu has been born."

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"Lu Zu?" Jackie Chan's eyes widened suddenly: "Is he the immortal god who sealed away the Holy Lord in legend?"

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The old man nodded slowly: "That's how it is."

"Dad, your information network is too good! How did you know all this?" Jackie Chan's curiosity was completely piqued. He really wanted to know where his father got all this amazing information from, since he had locked himself in his room for half a month and never left the house.

Jackie Chan: "————"

Akihabara, Japan.

As a globally renowned mecca for anime and manga fans, this place has long transcended the realm of tourist attractions, becoming a pilgrimage site for countless anime and manga enthusiasts.

Especially on weekends, a particularly special time.

Akihabara is bustling with activity on weekends. Among the crowds, there are girls in JK uniforms and Lolita dresses, enthusiasts dressed as anime characters, and many tourists carrying cameras and taking photos everywhere. The buildings on both sides of the street are completely covered with anime posters, from classic old series to the latest popular works, nothing is missed.

Everywhere you look and smell is filled with strong anime/manga elements.

Zhang Chulan and Gu Nan naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

One of them is a hardcore otaku, and the other has stepped out of the Qin Dynasty and into the modern era. If they miss this opportunity, who knows if there will be another chance? Unless Lu Mingfei takes them with him when he goes to Japan on business, for that reason alone, they have to have a great time today.

As the sun set, the afterglow bathed the streets of Akihabara in a warm orange hue. Zhang Chulan and Gu Nan, dressed casually, walked side by side through the crowd, their hands laden with bags and packages.

However, Gu Nan was carrying only her own spoils, while Zhang Chulan's pile of bags, from dolls to snack gift packs, were all items that Feng Baobao had told him to buy, and none of them were his own.

"Bao'er, are you done yet? It's almost time." Zhang Chulan freed one hand and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the ice cream shop next door.

"Coming, coming, what's the rush?" A thick Sichuan accent drifted out from the shop entrance. Feng Baobao, carrying a bulging snack bag in one hand and three ice creams in the other, rushed over to Gu Nan, her bright, intelligent eyes shining through, and handed her one of the ice creams: "Sister Nan, this one is for you."

"Thank you, Bao'er." Gu Nan took the ice cream, took a small bite, and felt the cool, sweet sensation spread across her tongue. She squinted her eyes slightly, a satisfied expression on her face. Just then, the last rays of sunlight pierced through the crowd, falling on her hair and cheeks, the warm light following her brow bone, bridge of her nose, and...

Her lips were outlined with a soft contour, her skin was as white as jade, and the gentleness in her eyes was almost overflowing. Many tourists passing by were stunned. "Hey, hey, hey, Sister Nan, you're tempting people to commit crimes!" Zhang Chulan immediately turned her gaze to the side, determined not to look at Gu Nan again.

He wasn't exaggerating; the beautiful woman's closed eyes and smile did indeed create a wonderful scene. However, the problem was that this stunningly beautiful Sister Nan was actually a real tough guy at heart, and his skills were simply not enough to withstand her.

"I didn't want to either—" Gu Nan shrugged helplessly, taking the ice cream away from her lips. Why should she be blamed for being beautiful? She was actually quite desperate.

However, it's not a big problem. Klein has started to rise in status now. After some time, we can see if we can get a Hunter's Path Sequence 4 potion from him.

With this, her dream of becoming a fine young man again would no longer be just a dream.

The three chatted and laughed, had dinner at an authentic Japanese restaurant, and then found a quiet corner to wait.

As night deepened, the crowds on the streets gradually dispersed, and the hustle and bustle of Akihabara subsided, leaving only the streetlights still shining, illuminating the empty streets.

When the clock struck one in the morning, the three set off on time, following the guidance of the Panku Treasure Box, and headed towards the location of the Fusang Shrine.

The shrine is located halfway up the mountain, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Ancient trees stand tall, their branches intertwined, exuding an eerie tranquility. Not far away, a ten-meter-high stone monument comes into view, engraved with ancient Japanese characters and intricate patterns.

The territory of the mountain demon Pogan was once the Japanese archipelago and the mountains of East Siberia, and her gate to hell naturally fell there as well.

In the Eight Trigrams, Bo Gang corresponds to the Gen Trigram, which in turn corresponds to the Chou hour. Only at this hour and on this land can the seal be weakened to the greatest extent, and the power of Bo Gang be released to its fullest extent.

"It's right here." Zhang Chulan stopped in front of a torii gate, and the Panku Treasure Box in his hand trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he had sensed the location of the Gates of Hell.

He glanced at the massive building in front of him, which was known as "Japan's No. 1 Torii Gate," and an undisguised mockery appeared in his eyes.

Tonight, let this filthy place be completely annihilated.

"Sister Nan." Zhang Chulan called out softly, and his aura suddenly changed. He was originally a legitimate successor of the Celestial Masters Sect, and the World Dao Fruit he obtained in this world was a direct descendant of the Celestial Masters Sect.

A dazzling golden light emerged from his body, spreading along his meridians to his entire body. Wherever the golden light passed, the surrounding air became solemn, and even the sound of the wind gradually subsided. It seemed that only this pure and majestic righteous energy remained in the world.

As the personal disciple of the God of Slaughter Bai Qi, Gu Nan's Dao Fruit leans towards military formations. His aura also changed drastically, and a powerful and murderous aura swept over him. The void behind him trembled slightly, and countless heroic spirits wearing Qin Dynasty armor and holding Qin halberds slowly emerged, shouting "Great Wind" in unison. The sound waves shook the heavens and broke through the clouds.

The two joined forces and used their magic to set up layers of barriers around the shrine, completely isolating the entire area from the outside world, so as to prevent innocent people from being harmed when Bo Gang was born. After all, there were still a few residents not far from the foot of the mountain, and if Bo Gang's demonic energy was allowed to spread unchecked, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Once everything was in place, the Panku Treasure Box in Zhang Chulan's hand began to spin on its own, and the character "" appeared on the surface of the box, emitting a dark, earthy yellow light.

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to shake violently, and cracks spread out from under the torii house. The stone pavement of the shrine cracked and rolled up in the violent shaking, and black demonic energy surged out from the cracks. A huge gate to hell slowly took shape under the influence of the demonic energy.

With a deep, chilling growl, a figure covered in dark green scales and as large as a small mountain stepped out of the door.

The moment she appeared, she greedily sniffed the air, a hint of excitement and savagery flashing in her eyes. With a slight tremor of her massive body, she smashed the surrounding birdhouses and shrine monuments to pieces, sending rubble flying everywhere.

At the same moment, above the clouds.

A passenger plane was flying smoothly through the night sky. Because Jackie Chan and his crew booked their tickets in such a rush that direct flights were already sold out, they had no choice but to take this flight that required a layover in Japan.

Inside the cabin, a flight attendant held a microphone and gently introduced the scenery below to the passengers: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now passing through the outskirts of Tokyo, Japan. What comes into view below is the famous Fusō Shrine. This shrine has a long history and is an important cultural landmark in the area. Passengers who wish to take photos, please hurry, as we will be leaving this area in three minutes."

Neither the old man nor Jackie Chan showed the slightest interest in the tour guide's speech. The only thing that interested the Chinese in this shrine was setting it on fire.

But just then, a girl suddenly pointed out the porthole and asked in a clear voice, "Mommy, Mommy, look what's that down there? It's a huge monster!"

The moment the words fell, the old man's brow twitched violently, and an extremely fierce demonic aura suddenly rose from a certain position below the plane, so intense that it was almost tangible.

They exchanged a glance with Jackie Chan, then stood up and leaned towards the window to look down. The once orderly shrine was now a ruin.

A massive, green demon, as large as a small mountain, sat slumped in the middle of the ruins, greedily gnawing at the stones around it. Its obese body was slowly turning, and its murky, violent eyes were staring straight at the clouds, or rather, at the small metal contraption within the clouds.

"This is—a demon!?" Jackie Chan exclaimed in shock.

"It's the Mountain Demon, Bogang!" The old man's brows furrowed even more. He subconsciously touched the talismans and magical artifacts in his pocket, but then paused.

He remembered that the magical artifacts were transported via a consignment channel, and he himself had nothing on him at the moment.

At the same instant, the passengers by the porthole screamed in unison, because the mountain-like demon had lazily stretched out its claws in their direction.

Upon seeing this, the captain immediately steered the plane to an emergency turn, causing it to shake violently. Passengers inside the cabin screamed, gripping the handrails, their faces pale.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Jackie Chan gripped the handrail by the window tightly, his body shaking violently with the plane, his face full of tears.

Why is it always like this? Wherever he goes, something bad is bound to happen, even when he's on a plane.