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

Chapter 63 The story comes to you

The black, lingering monster emerged from the ground.

They raised the "Dragon's Eyes," then transformed into wisps of black mist and dissipated into the Black Hand organization.

"Alright, it's time for me to get going."

Valon gathered his thoughts and, led by Ghost Crab, headed west of Mexico City.

Mexico City, in the west.

In a rather quaint little bar, the bartender is telling a beautiful lady about the night's events.

Raise the sharp knife and cut the ice block in your hand into a neat shape.

The bartender turned his gaze to the dejected young woman at the table and smiled, "Miss, have you heard of the urban legends of Mo City?"

The beautiful girl had just been dumped by her sweetheart.

She was extremely depressed.

They especially need to use something to distract themselves.

So she said, "Isn't this just how things are in our Mo City? What other special urban legends could there be?"

"Of course."

After handing the prepared drink to the girl, the bartender took out a very ancient book from the drawer beneath him: "Five hundred years ago, before the flames of industry ignited Mo City, this place was wilderness and plains."

"Every nightfall."

"Darkness will emerge from the land of Mo City."

"They are shaped like river crabs."

"Its bizarre shape crawled across the land of Mexico City."

"River crab?"

The girl tasting the wine frowned slightly.

She seemed to have seen something similar to the creature the bartender had described on her way here.

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How could something like that become an urban legend in Mexico City?

Just as the girl was about to mock the bartender's taste in horror stories, a gentle breeze suddenly blew open the tavern door.

A person dressed in green walked in.

Following the crab's lead, Valon walked to the girl's side. He raised a glass of freshly mixed drink and said to the bartender, "This is quite a story, sir. May I see the book you're holding?"

The bartender was slightly taken aback.

You see, he worked at the bar for a very long time, and during that time, the bartender had told this "horror story" to other customers as well.

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The feedback I received was mostly ridicule.

One hundred percent of the guests only heard the beginning of the story and didn't want to hear any more.

This gentleman in green was the first person to want to hear the rest of the story!

This greatly excited the bartender.

but

When faced with Valon's request, the bartender still shook his head and refused, saying, "I'm sorry, sir, this book has been passed down in my family and cannot be lent to outsiders."

Judging from the bartender's evasive expression, he was clearly lying.

However, Valon didn't expose him directly. Instead, he smiled and continued, "Could you tell me a few other stories?"

The bartender's expression became conflicted once again.

After some thought, he still shook his head and said, "That won't work either."

The bartender refused Valon's request for a simple reason.

Valon, he was not a customer who received the book's approval!

This bizarre and fantastical book of ghost stories was not a family heirloom of the bartender.

He found it by chance, at a time when the bartender was suffering from cancer and was nearing the end of his life.

On that night when a torrential downpour began.

A bartender, having finished his day's work, was walking home under an umbrella when he encountered the book that was destined to appear in his life.

The book lay quietly in front of me, as if it were destined.

The bartender intended to ignore the book and continue forward.

Because he was already in the late stages of cancer at that time, even the most ordinary movement could cause him to fall, leading to a complete loss of bodily functions.

The bartender didn't want to take the risk, but

the strange thing is.

As the bartender walked past the book, a strange feeling suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Pick up this book!

There was a voice in my heart constantly telling the bartender.

He was stunned.

When the bartender came to his senses, the book that had been lying on the ground was already in his arms, and there was no sign of it being wet from the rain!

It's as if it should be held in my arms!

The bartender was astonished by this bizarre event, but he felt nothing else, because...

The bartender is about to die.

He can no longer think of anything that could terrify him.

He took the book home with him.

The next day, I took him to a small tavern.

The bartender wanted to kill some time with this book during his free time, but the moment he brought the book into the bar, bizarre and strange things began to happen.

A new drinker.

He came to me with very negative emotions, wanting to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

The latest novel is first published here!

As the bartender mixed the drinks, wisps of black energy emanated from the book, which seemed to be sucking at the man's body like ghosts.

Oh wait!

It sucks away at his negative emotions, his spirit, and even his soul!

The bartender felt an unprecedented fear; he never imagined that the book he had picked up by chance was a book of demons!

He wanted to throw it away.

Of course,

To the bartender's utter surprise, the book actually shared some of the breath he had absorbed from the man with him.

Under the nourishment of this energy, the man's cancer actually improved!

He might not have to die!

This news was like a refreshing rain after a storm, nourishing the bartender's heart. It was at this moment that the man conceived an even bolder idea.

Use this book to continuously increase your lifespan.

Live on!

then,

He began using the horror stories in the book as a pretext to lure drinkers into chatting with him.

He helped drinkers relieve their sorrows.

The drinkers, on the other hand, pay the price with their lifespan and soul.

This situation has continued to this day.

The bartender thought tonight would be just another ordinary night, until the man in the green clothes arrived.

The book does not provide bartenders with corresponding instructions on the breath.

This means that,

Valon was not his target audience.

He couldn't get any benefit from him.

of course.

If that were all it was for, the bartender wouldn't refuse to tell Valon a completely new horror story.

The real problem is...

The book has regulations.

If you tell the wrong story to the wrong person, you have to give back what you received.

He didn't want to go back to those days when he was ravaged by illness.

"Mr. Bartender."

At that moment, Valon suddenly spoke up, explaining for the bartender: "I don't have the negative emotions that thing needs, so you can't tell me the story, right?"

"Because whenever a story is told, the protagonist needs to be well-fed and watered!"

"If it can't get the guests' delicious food, it'll eat yours instead."

Boom! ...

Just as Valon finished speaking, a thunderclap suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by a muffled roar.

The pale lightning completely illuminated Valon's figure.

At this moment.

The bartender could clearly see a strange figure standing on Valon's shoulder.

It's the ghost crab I mentioned to the girl tonight!

"ghost!"

"ghost!"

The bartender was terrified and panicked.

He retreated repeatedly.

He hit his back against the wine cabinet, causing the wine inside to shake and then fall to the ground.

Countless water droplets splashed up

(End of this chapter)