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

Chapter 123 Tracking Xiaoyu! Ghost Queen?
"underground?"

Jackie Chan's brows were twisted into knots. He was not one of those demons who could burrow in the soil.

"Yes."

Dad put the magnifying glass in his hand on the table, and the lens hit the wood with a "click" sound!
"The Night King likes to hide his palace underground, away from the sun, just like his shameful deeds."

"Then how do we get down? We can't just dig a hole, right?"

Jackie Chan made a digging gesture, but he didn't want to really dig the soil.

Dad rolled his eyes at Jackie Chan and said unhappily:
"Do you think your dad is a pangolin? Digging holes! You need magic, magic!"

He knocked on the table and emphasized,

"Tracking magic, understand?"

Jackie Chan scratched his head, looking bewildered:
"Tracking magic? But where can we find Xiaoyu's scent? She's not here now."

"Oh, you are really..."

Dad sighed in frustration and dragged out a wooden box covered in dust from behind the counter.

He put the box on the table with a bang, shaking all the bottles and jars on the table.

Dad opened the box and found it was filled with all kinds of things, including dried herbs, strangely colored stones, and some bones that were hard to tell what they were. He searched for a while, muttering to himself:
"This isn't it... this isn't it... Oh, where is it?"

Tru watched from the side, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing his father.

Finally, Dad took out a small rag doll from the bottom of the box. There was a crooked word "玉" embroidered on the doll's clothes.

"found it!"

He held up the doll and shook it proudly towards Jackie Chan.
"This is Xiaoyu's toy when she was a child. It must have her scent on it."

Jackie Chan leaned over and smelled it, but could smell nothing except dust.

"Dad, it's been so many years, does it still work?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Dad glared at him.
"When has Dad's magic ever failed?"

He placed the doll in a copper basin, took down several bottles and jars from the shelf, and poured various powders and liquids into the basin.

As Dad stirred it, a pungent smell came out of the basin, which made Jackie Chan step back.

"Dad, what...what is this smell?"

Jackie Chan asked, pinching his nose.

"Shut up and don't bother Daddy!"

Dad said without looking up,

"This is the lead for the tracking magic that will allow us to find Xiaoyu."

As Dad chanted the spell, the liquid in the basin began to bubble and the color became darker and darker, finally turning into a strange purple-black color.

"All right!"

Dad brought the basin to Jackie Chan,

"Put your hand in."

Jackie Chan looked at the basin of black stuff and felt puzzled, but he still reached in.

"hiss……"

A bone-chilling feeling instantly spread throughout his body, and Jackie Chan couldn't help but shiver.

"do not move!"

Dad scolded,
"Now, repeat the spell after me..."

Dad started chanting a strange spell and Jackie Chan followed him, but his tongue seemed to be tied and he couldn't chant it smoothly.

"Oh, how stupid!"

Dad was so angry that he stamped his feet.
"Forget it, let Dad do it himself!"

He took a deep breath and chanted the spell again. This time, the purple-black liquid in the basin began to swirl, forming a small vortex. The vortex spun faster and faster, and finally

"whoosh"

With a thud, it turned into a purple-black light and flew out of the window of Dad's antique shop.

"Quick, follow up!"

Dad shouted and rushed out first.

Jackie Chan and Tru quickly followed.

The purple-black light drew a strange arc in the air and flew towards the outskirts of the city.

The three of them ran all the way, following closely behind the light.

The light finally stopped in front of a desolate ruin.

"here?"

Jackie Chan looked at the dilapidated scene in front of him with some doubts.

"Why would Xiaoyu come to a place like this?"

Dad didn't answer. He stared at the ground, as if searching for something. Suddenly, he pointed at a dark hole in the ruins and said:

"It's here, go down!"

Jackie Chan stuck his head into the cave and looked inside. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

"Dad, is it...is it safe down here?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get down!"

Dad urged.

Jackie Chan had no choice but to do as he was told. He'd just pulled his hand out, and before the chilling energy had dissipated, he'd hurried after his father, Tru following close behind. The purple-black light, as if it had eyes, zigzagged and zigzagged, finally stopping in front of a dilapidated factory building.

"This place is so spooky. Why is Xiaoyu here?"

Jackie Chan rubbed his arms and got goose bumps.

Dad ignored him and just stared at the ground. Following Dad's gaze, Jackie Chan also saw the dark entrance in the ruins.

"Yes, I have to drill another hole."

Jackie Chan sighed resignedly and was the first to duck in.

The inside of the cave was even creepier than the outside. Not only was it pitch black, but there was also an indescribable smell, like something that had been rotting for a long time. Jackie Chan suppressed his nausea and groped his way forward.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Black Hand returned to its headquarters in disgrace. Valon was straightening his ridiculous wizard robe in front of the mirror, cursing:

"Holy Lord, you old thing, you really have to make me wear this? Like a woman!"

"Idiot, that's the symbol of a wizard!"

The Holy Lord in the mirror rolled his eyes and spoke in a sharp voice.

"Where's the spell collection? Have you got it?"

Black Tiger Ah Fu had a sad face and pointed at the wounds on his body:
"No...that kid Jackie Chan messed it up again."

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

The Holy Lord roared, his voice making the mirror buzz.

"That girl Xiaoyu must have been taken to that guy Ye's palace. What a bunch of idiots! Hurry and chase them!"

The Holy Lord was furious and decided to take matters into his own hands. A red light flashed in the mirror, and the Holy Lord's figure disappeared, replaced by a twisted black shadow. The black shadow quickly expanded, emerged from the mirror, circled in the air for several circles, and then
"whoosh"

With a sound of the ground, it flew towards a certain direction.

The black shadow passed over the city, swept past the tall buildings, and finally stopped above a pile of ruins.

This piece of ruins was exactly where Jackie Chan and his team had tracked the purple-black light.

The shadow slowly descended from the sky, and the Holy Lord's figure gradually emerged. He looked around with a cold gaze:
"Humph, that guy Ye really hid the palace in such a ghost place."

The Holy Lord landed on the ground and walked straight towards the dark hole in the ruins. Without hesitation, he jumped in.

Inside the cave was a winding passage. The walls on both sides of the passage were carved with all sorts of bizarre patterns, some depicting hideous demons, some depicting twisted and struggling humans, and still others, some indescribable symbols.

The Holy Lord walked along the passage. The air around him became increasingly colder, mixed with bursts of ghostly howling sounds.

"Huh, what a small skill."

The Holy Lord snorted coldly and didn't take these things seriously at all.

At the end of the passage was a massive stone door. Carved onto the door was a gigantic demon head, its eyes gleaming with a faint red light.

The Holy Lord walked to the stone gate, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the forehead of the demon head.

"Kakaka..."

There was a sharp friction sound and the stone door slowly opened.

Behind the door was a huge underground space, and in the center stood a magnificent palace.

The palace is built entirely of black rocks, and the surface is covered with various strange patterns.

On the top of the palace is a huge round dome inlaid with countless sparkling gems, like stars in the night sky.

"This place is more magnificent than I imagined."

The Holy Lord said to himself.

He stepped into the palace. The hall was empty except for rows of huge stone pillars supporting the entire dome.

The Holy Lord walked to the center of the hall and looked up at the dome. He could sense a powerful dark force slowly emanating from the dome.

"That guy Ye seems to have sealed all his power in this palace."

A trace of greed flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes.
"If only I could obtain this power..."

Just then, a light sound of footsteps came from the back of the hall.

The Holy Lord turned around abruptly, his eyes blazing with fire:

"Who?!"

In the darkness, a small figure slowly walked out.

It’s Xiaoyu!!!
(End of this chapter)