Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

This girl is too disobedient. Doesn’t she know that it’s dangerous here?

However, he was so angry that Xiaoyu opposite him winked at him slyly.

Jackie Chan was stunned and found that Xiaoyu seemed to be telling him that she would take care of Daddy and he only needed to attract the attention of the big guy.

After a moment's silence, Jackie Chan looked at his father who was tied up, and finally agreed to Xiaoyu's suggestion.

There was no way. The situation was critical. He didn't want the shield to fall into the hands of the other party, and he didn't want to see his father fall from the building.

What's more, Xiaoyu has already followed, so even if there is a chance of encountering danger, this is all we can do.

Jackie Chan did what he said without any hesitation. He looked up and smiled at Tru.

"Since you guys want this thing, then... take it!"

After saying that, Jackie Chan turned his arms, twisted his body, exerted his muscles, and then mobilized all his strength to throw it out suddenly!

"Swish"

It sounded through the air.

The shield spun like a top and flew high into the sky.

This shield was specifically requested by the boss, and Tru valued it very much. The moment the shield flew out, he was completely attracted to it.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, but the shield did not move in a straight line, but instead turned and flew away above his head.

Tru got anxious and let go of his father's hand. He jumped on the spot and tried to grab the shield in his hand.

But then whoosh.

The shield was so fast that it rushed out the moment he raised his hand.

But soon, the shield turned around, whistling through the air, and flew back again.

Tru was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this situation, and was unable to react for a moment.

He instinctively reached out to grab it, but in the blink of an eye the shield fell back into Jackie Chan's hands.

The confused Tru suddenly realized that he had been fooled!

"Idiot!" Tru was instantly furious, "Say goodbye to your dad!"

He raised his sandbag-sized fist, intending to punch the old man in the head and then throw him off the roof!

However, when he lowered his eyes, he found that there was no one around him.

Tru's fist, which was like a millstone, froze and he quickly turned his head, and saw a little girl in an orange sweatshirt taking the old man to a safe passage not far away!

"Ah? Ah! How dare you play tricks on me!!" Tru yelled.

At this moment, he felt like a big fool weighing several hundred kilograms!

He hated people who didn't keep their promises the most. Since these people dared to play tricks on him, they must pay the price!

At this time, Jackie Chan watched Xiaoyu pulling his father into the safe passage and felt slightly relieved.

"Sorry, Mr. Fat, I have to go, and I think I can run faster than you."

Jackie Chan tucked the shield under his armpit, holding it tightly with his superior arm strength, and then he flashed and planned to run towards the staircase.

But at this moment, a dark shadow surged.

Dozens of ninjas wrapped in black bandages emerged from the ground and corners and surrounded Jackie Chan.

The moonlight is clear.

Falling far away.

The rooftop is more than twenty stories high, and the strong wind blows it, making a rustling sound.

Jackie Chan looked at the ninjas who were tightly wrapped in black bandages. Except for the pair of scarlet eyes flashing with strange blood light and the pale fingers that did not look like those of living people, there was no exposed part of their bodies. He was shocked and his eyes were full of doubt.

"You, what are you?"

First of all, Jackie Chan can be sure of one thing, these terrifying guys are definitely not normal creatures, let alone humans. Instead, they are consistent with the evil creatures described by his father.

But these guys look too scary, don’t they?

Why do I feel like these ninja-like beings were transformed from corpses? !

Chapter 7 One more thing! Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!

"Keng"

Jackie Chan held the shield in front of him, swallowed, and tightened his fingers.

"Deal with him!" Tru said in a deep voice.

In a flash, dozens of black shadows shook and all started moving at this moment!

They are agile and quick in movement, yet move silently. Their faces are covered with black bandages, with only their scarlet eyes flashing.

"boom!"

At some point, a black shadow ninja quietly came up behind Jackie Chan and slashed with the butterfly knife in his hand.

"Ah! Bad luck!" Jackie Chan sensed the crisis, turned around abruptly, raised his hand and used his shield to block the attack.

However, after he defended against one, it seemed as if there were countless dark shadows rushing towards him!

Those black shadow ninjas cooperated well, dispersed and attacked Jackie Chan from different directions.

The knife flashed unsteadily, Jackie Chan was exhausted from dealing with it, but he continued to make strange noises.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

He grabbed the arm of a black shadow and tried to hold it hostage, but the latter seemed to merge into a shadow and quickly slipped away, disappearing into the darkness. The next moment, other black shadows attacked him.

"Tough luck!"

These guys are as agile as ghosts and ruthless in their attacks.

Although Yu Chenglong could still fight back passively, this was too much!

All of a sudden, a group of ugly, dark creatures pounced on you, scaring you to death!

Anyway, Jackie Chan was so scared that he jumped left and right, and kept howling.

"Stop! Stop! Who are you?" Jackie Chan kept dodging to block the black shadows' rain-like attacks and tried to negotiate with them.

However, these ninjas said nothing and just took turns attacking Jackie Chan.

Fortunately, although the situation seems dangerous, Jackie Chan, as an ordinary archaeologist, can always dodge or block the attacks.

Tru just watched from the side and saw that the opponent's two fists were no match for a hundred or eighty hands and was already at a disadvantage. It seemed that he could be defeated at any time. He walked forward leisurely in the battlefield.

There were constant banging sounds all around, but Tru didn't care how fierce the fight was and walked straight to the elevator.

"Ding"

A clear sound was heard and the elevator door opened.

Jackie Chan, who was still running around, widened his eyes in shock.

"No? How can the elevator still be used at this time? Elevators in buildings like this should be powered off at night! What if someone gets in the elevator and it stops?"

"Oh!"

In response, he received a punch from a dark shadow.

"Ah! Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!" Jackie Chan shouted.

At the moment before the elevator door closed, Tru glanced at Jackie Chan.

"Hmph, you should take care of yourself first."

Tru stood in the elevator, almost filling the entire space.

The automatic door closed and the elevator descended floor by floor at a very fast speed.

"Swish"

Countless black shadow ninjas looked like ghosts, climbing walls and flying over eaves, and surrounded Jackie Chan.

Each of their scarlet eyes contained a strange blood-red light.

No matter how Jackie Chan ran, he could not escape the pursuit.

Follow closely, follow like a shadow, and chase relentlessly!

"Dad, hurry up, don't let Uncle Long's sacrifice go to waste!"

In the safe passage.

Xiaoyu was grabbing her father's arm and pulling him, staggering down the stairs.

"Oh! Daddy's bones are falling apart!"

Dad kept walking, staggering along behind Xiaoyu.

"And one more thing!"

While panting, Dad shouted to Xiaoyu in a hoarse voice: "Why don't we just take the elevator?"

"What? There's an elevator?" Xiaoyu blinked.

"Otherwise, how could I have followed that big idiot up the stairs!" The old father's voice rang out.

"Oh, sorry, I'm used to walking up the stairs, and it's too late to take the elevator now, Dad. Let's run!" Xiaoyu pulled her father and ran together in the emergency passage.

Just as the grandfather and grandson were fleeing in panic.

Jackie Chan is still being chased.

He and the dark shadows moved around on the wide rooftops of high-rise buildings, chasing each other.

But Tru was leisurely.

At this time, there was even soft and melodious music playing in the elevator without any vocals.

The brisk sound, played entirely by instruments, made Tohru tap her feet rhythmically.

Watching the numbers on the screen decreasing, floor by floor, I waited quietly for the elevator to land.

"Tough luck!"