Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

"Holy Lord, are you looking for me?"

When he came to a place not far in front of Jiang Shinin, Walon asked.

"Yes, Valon."

Jiang Shi Nian looked at the green-skinned lizard in front of him and said in a unique low voice, hoarsely: "Where are Jackie Chan and the others now?"

When Valon heard that the Holy Lord was asking about this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then said, "Jackie Chan hasn't made any movement yet, but you don't have to worry. My people are already all around the antique shop, and the system is also constantly monitoring Jackie Chan's movements. As long as they make any movement, I will know immediately."

"Very good, but..."

Jiang Shi Nian spoke slowly: "The new year is coming, and there are only a few days left. If I can't get all twelve spells before the new year, I will miss the loosening of the Qi magic spell once every few hundred years. I can wait, can you?"

There was a red light flowing in Jiang Shinian's longan, and there were also faint sparks in his mouth.

"When I am resurrected, I will give you the treasure."

"Yes, Lord, I will bring the talisman back."

Valon nodded and said seriously.

"Go and monitor Jackie Chan's movements!" Jiang Shinian said.

"Yes, Holy Lord." Valon answered respectfully and was about to leave.

Just then, a phone rang.

This is Valon's private number and only people authorized by him can call it.

"Oh, it seems that the prey has moved."

Walon leaned on his crutches, looked up at Jiang Shinian hanging on the wall, and then answered the phone.

"Report the situation."

"Have Jackie Chan and the others made any moves?"

"Which flight?"

"Hurry up and take that private jet I just bought. Don't fall behind them!"

"One more thing, Tru, please be careful and don't mess things up again!"

……

"Hello? Tru?"

"what happened?"

"The fish has been hooked. The boss wants you to be careful and not be so stupid as to mess things up again."

"Me? How did I screw up?"

"This is what the boss said. Go ask the boss. Why are you asking me? I'm hanging up!"

"beep……"

"beep……"

"click"

Tru crushed the phone with one of his large hands.

The sun is shining and everything is joyful.

The azure sky slowly brightened up from above, turning into wisps of light clouds connecting the sky and the horizon.

It didn't take long.

The sky is deep blue, with a few white clouds floating slowly.

A gentle breeze blew by, the sun was warm, and a few cute little birds flew happily above Happy Valley, between the blue sky and white clouds.

"Uncle Long! It's so interesting here! There are many mini-games waiting for us to play!"

Xiaoyu followed behind Jackie Chan with a look of joy on her face, and couldn't help but say something to Jackie Chan in front of her.

"I know, Xiaoyu, but our most important task now is to find the talisman!"

Jackie Chan looked around, strode forward, looked left and right, searching for the location of the talisman that his father had predicted with magic.

"Where is the pie? Where is the pie?"

Jackie Chan muttered to himself.

"Hey! Uncle Long! Look at that!"

Xiaoyu suddenly shouted.

Jackie Chan looked in the direction Xiaoyu pointed.

I saw some staff carrying the finished pies to a large table.

These pies had obviously been freshly baked for a while, still emitting a slight heat, neither too hot nor too cold, just the right temperature, just right for the competition.

"Let's get there quickly!"

Jackie Chan pulled Xiaoyu to the pie prepared for the pie eating competition.

He took a fork and stabbed into several pies near him.

"The tiger is in one of the pies, but which one?"

Jackie Chan squatted down, leaning over the pies, poking and prodding them with a fork.

"Why is the charm in the pie?"

Jackie Chan muttered.

At this moment, Xiaoyu suddenly appeared beside Jackie Chan and answered.

"Because Dad has said it many times, only magic can defeat magic!"

Xiaoyu waved her hand and continued.

"He used some strange spell to locate the location of the charm. It was in the pie. There was no reason. As for how he found it?"

With a smile on her face, she took out two tickets from behind her back.

"It's easy. We can participate in a pie eating contest and find the charm while eating."

Jackie Chan listened to his niece's explanation and turned around to look at Xiaoyu.

"And, fortunately, our only opponent is Mr. Green who has lost all his teeth."

Xiaoyu smiled, but she noticed that there was something wrong with her Uncle Long's expression.

"how......"

She looked back and found that a burly man who was extremely fit to participate in sumo wrestling was standing next to them.

"Oh……"

Xiaoyu understood.

"Not now..."

Xiaoyu looked at Tru who looked like he could eat all the pie, swallowed, and said with some difficulty.

"hey-hey……"

Tru smiled at them, expressing his contempt as a king, then pulled the benches on both sides, put them under his buttocks, and then sat on them.

"Hmm… maybe Tohru can't eat anymore."

Xiaoyu sneered and looked at Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan had the fruit pie in his hand, ready to go.

"All right……"

Xiaoyu also picked up a piece of fruit pie.

"Beep——"

Seeing that no one was ready to participate in the competition, the host blew the whistle.

Tru picked up the pie and ate it one bite at a time, chewing and savoring the taste leisurely.

When he found there was no talisman, he immediately stuffed the next fruit pie in.

On Xiaoyu's side, seeing how aggressive Tru was, she immediately picked up two forks and stuffed the pie into her mouth frantically.

Jackie Chan looked up at the host and the referee, and kept stabbing his fork into the pie.

After piercing a circle, immediately move on to the next one.

The three men bit and thrust the pie nervously and quickly, and the atmosphere was very intense.

But if you look to the side, you will find a strange scene.

The old man was calm and composed to the extreme.

He was not disturbed by the people around him at all. Instead, he had his own pace and ate the fruit pie slowly and leisurely, one bite after another.

It was as if he came here purely to eat some free food.

Beside him, the competition among the three people became more intense, and the number of pies on the table was visibly decreasing.

Just at this moment, suddenly.

"Crack!"

Following a crisp sound, the four of them paused.

Jackie Chan, Tru, and Xiaoyu all cast their eyes on the old man's dry and wrinkled mouth.

"Well......"

The old man rolled his eyes upwards, felt it for a moment, and spoke slowly.

"I think I ate something crunchy."

As he said that, he stuffed his entire hand into his mouth, fumbled around for a while, and directly took out his dentures.

However, the magical thing is that there is not a trace of saliva or fruit pie residue stuck on the dentures.

"what?"