A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

The subsequent infiltration went relatively smoothly, or rather, it felt as if an invisible hand was forcibly pushing things forward according to the original script.

After a series of mishaps and detours, Xiaoyu, relying on some kind of mysterious radar belonging to the original character, successfully caught the man squatting on the ground tidying up rags in a storage room filled with old brooms and sour wooden buckets.

The conspicuous long braid from the Qing Dynasty swayed behind the man as he moved.

"Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu exclaimed in surprise and rushed over.

Hearing the noise, Jackie Chan turned around and saw that there were completely unfamiliar people following behind Jade. His expression changed instantly.

"Xiaoyu! What are you doing?!"

Jackie Chan stood up in a panic and began to question him.

"Are you crazy? How dare you bring a complete stranger into the palace of the Great Holy Lord! If the Master finds out, we'll all be thrown into the fire and roasted into jerky!"

Xiaoyu forcefully broke free from Chenglong's grasp and loudly defended Qianyu.

"Hey Uncle Long, don't be so startled!"

"He's not an outsider; he's Ultraman Tiga, the great hero who saved the world, here to save us."

However, to this lowly servant who had been thoroughly brainwashed by the ideology of demonic rule, such praise was nothing but a bunch of incomprehensible nonsense.

Jackie Chan remained unmoved by Jade's words. He sighed helplessly, then turned around and bowed repeatedly to Qianyu in a very awkward manner to apologize.

"Sir, I'm so sorry."

"My poor niece has recently suffered some kind of shock. Maybe she got her head caught in a door while washing dishes. She's been in this state of incoherent ramblings lately."

With her hands in her pockets, Qianyu looked at the honest, down-to-earth Jackie Chan in front of her, who was completely worn down by life, and did not utter a word of rebuttal.

Seeing that the stranger didn't get angry, Jackie Chan quickly took two steps closer and whispered his instructions.

"Listen, no matter how this girl tricked you into coming here, it's too late to go back the way you came."

"You stay quietly in this storeroom and don't make a sound. Once I've finished my work, I'll find a chance to sneak you out of the palace during my shift change."

"This is where the lower-ranking servants live. No one comes here normally, so it's very safe."

Almost as soon as Jackie Chan had arranged Qianyu's hiding place, a dull and piercing bronze bell rang out from outside the corridor.

It's lunchtime.

Chapter 180 Exploring the Castle

Jackie Chan's expression changed, as if he had heard a death knell, and he was clearly flustered.

He turned around, grabbed the drab gray vest from the corner of the wall and put it on, urging Xiaoyu to hurry up and go with him to the luncheon to serve the host a meal.

"Hurry, hurry! It's lunchtime! Xiaoyu, come with me to the front hall to serve the master his meal!"

"Uncle Long, are you even listening to me?!"

Jackie Chan tied the apron straps into a tight knot behind his back as he spoke.

"Don't forget, today is Claw Day! You have to go and trim the master's nails! If you're late, the master will get angry and breathe fire, and we won't even be left with ashes!"

Upon hearing that she was going to trim the nails of that large, ugly lizard with wings, Xiaoyu's face instantly fell.

"You want me to trim that lizard's nails?"

"Shh!" Jackie Chan exclaimed, covering her mouth with his hand and glancing around. "Don't call me 'master' like that!"

Xiaoyu was still unwilling to give up and tried to make a final struggle.

Since words failed to communicate, she decided to use physical evidence to awaken Jackie Chan's memory.

"I'm not crazy! Uncle Long, look at this!"

Xiaoyu showed off the high-tech watch on her wrist and pressed the button on the side forcefully.

"Drip-drip-"

A cheerful, electronically synthesized notification sound rang out.

"Hehe, I'm a water deer!"

The sudden, dripping sound echoed in the empty, quiet storage room.

Startled by the strange sound, Jackie Chan shuddered and jumped back a large step.

"Shh—! Turn it off! Turn it off right now! What are you doing!"

He grabbed Xiaoyu's wrist.

"Are you out of your mind?! The use of any form of magic is strictly prohibited inside the castle! If we're discovered, we'll be in big trouble!"

"What magic? This is futuristic high technology, it's science!"

Xiaoyu's face turned red with anxiety, and she tried to pry Jackie Chan's hands off.

"This proves that our world is not like it is now! You have to believe me!"

Jackie Chan wouldn't listen to this explanation at all.

In his current cognitive system, which has been forcibly instilled by demons, any gadget that makes strange noises or lights is called magic.

"I don't care what kind of advanced technology this is! You must hide this dangerous item right now! If the owner finds it, you'll be in deep trouble! Do you hear me!"

Seeing Jackie Chan's terrified and unyielding attitude, Xiaoyu knew that she couldn't reason with him at all.

She could only pout angrily, glare at Jackie Chan resentfully, and then stuff the watch back into her pocket.

Seeing that the uncle and nephew had finally stopped their nonsensical conversation, Jackie Chan grabbed Jade's arm and prepared to head out to work.

Qianyu, who had been observing from the sidelines like a background figure, finally spoke up at this moment.

He needed to confirm the most important thing: whether he was safe in this completely unfamiliar storage room.

"Wait a minute, is it safe for me to stay in this storage room? What if some monster comes in looking for a broom and kills me?"

Jackie Chan stopped and said.

"Don't worry, as I just said, this is the exclusive residence of the lowest-ranking human servants. Apart from us doing odd jobs, there's hardly a soul around. As long as you stay here and don't wander off, you'll be perfectly safe."

After receiving this assurance, Qianyu was finally able to relax completely.

Jackie Chan then hurriedly pushed open the door and left, not daring to waste a single second.

Poor Xiaoyu, on the other hand, was forced to accept the tragic fate of being exploited as a child laborer by unscrupulous capitalists in this devilish society.

Dragging a huge iron nail-trimming scissor that was almost as long as she was, she grumbled and followed behind Jackie Chan, hurrying towards the main hall to get to work.

"That damn lizard, its tail should be cut off with these scissors..."

As Xiaoyu's resentful complaints faded away at the end of the corridor, the storage room instantly fell silent.

Seeing that she was left alone, Qianyu took two steps to the door, locked it completely from the inside, and then picked up a heavy wooden box full of scrap iron bars and placed it firmly behind the door.

After repeatedly confirming that the door could not be easily pushed open from the outside by anyone, and that no one would disturb them,

Qianyu turned around, walked to the relatively clean corner at the back of the room, and sat down cross-legged against the wall.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sheep charm.

Trying to explore this dangerous demon's lair on foot is practically suicide.

Therefore, he needs a safer way to obtain intelligence.

This is an original prop from the Jackie Chan Adventures universe, one of the twelve talismans, representing the power of astral projection, and using it does not violate the fifth rule.

Qianyu held the sheep talisman and closed her eyes.

The next second, his soul left his body.

Floating in the air, Qianyu looked down at her own body, which was sitting comfortably in the corner.

Out-of-body experience successful.

In her spirit form, Chiyu has no physical body, cannot trigger any physical mechanisms, and cannot be detected by the senses of ordinary living beings.

In short, he can now pass through walls and fly without any restrictions, but the only thing he needs to guard against is the safety of his physical body.

Immediately afterwards, Qianyu floated down the corridor into the depths of the palace.

The palace's interior structure was fully visible from the spirit's perspective.

Qianyu's spirit moved like a wisp of smoke between the layers of corridors and halls.

We passed through a dungeon filled with iron cages, a storeroom piled high with gold and silver treasures, and a main hall with a huge portrait of the Holy Lord hanging on it.

Finally, after passing through several layers of thick stone walls, he arrived directly at a huge banquet hall that was so luxurious it was astonishing.

Here, Chiyu spotted the fire demon who had reclaimed the throne.

The Holy Lord was comfortably leaning back on a throne, his crimson vertical pupils narrowed as he leisurely enjoyed the lunch on his plate.

And the people dancing for him in the center of the hall were actually Valon and his mafia henchmen.

The gang leader was dressed in a ridiculous outfit that made him look like a circus clown.

He and his subordinates, including Afen and Lasu, lined up, sweating profusely and twisting their waists with extreme effort to please their demonic master on the throne, performing an extremely cringe-worthy dance.

Qianyu hovered in mid-air, her soul almost becoming unstable.

Then, he shifted his gaze to the side, and an even more shocking scene appeared.

Poor Xiaoyu was squatting at the feet of the Holy Lord, one hand tightly covering her nose, the other hand struggling to push the huge iron nail trimmer, snip-snip-snip trimming the thick, yellowed toenails of the ancient demon.

Xiaoyu's expression was somewhere between "wanting to vomit" and "wanting to die".

The image was so visually striking, and the pungent odor from the reptiles I had smelled earlier seemed to travel from my vision into my brain.

Qianyu exclaimed in mid-air that it was too hot to look at.

He decisively changed direction, drifted away at the speed of light, and continued to wander aimlessly around this vast and intricate castle.

Chapter 181 The Complete Book of Spells

A few minutes later, Qianyu's spirit passed through several empty rooms and a corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly.

Finally, in a secluded corner, they discovered a room filled with the musty smell of old paper.

This is a library