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

Chapter 63 The thing in the story comes to you

The remaining black monster emerged from the ground.

They held up the [Eye of the Dragon] and then turned into black mist and dissipated in the Black Hand organization.

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

Walon put his thoughts aside and, under the leadership of Ghost Crab, headed towards the west of Mo City.

Mo City, West.

In a relatively quaint tavern, the bartender was talking to a beautiful lady about tonight's events.

He raised the sharp knife and cut the ice in his hand into pieces.

The bartender turned his gaze towards the frustrated lady at the table and said with a smile, "Miss, have you heard of the urban legend of Mo City?"

The beautiful girl has just been dumped by her lover.

She is extremely depressed now.

In particular, you need to use something to divert your attention.

So she said, "Isn't that the case in Mo City? What other unique urban legends could there be?"

"Of course."

After handing the prepared drink to the girl, the bartender pulled out a very ancient tome from a drawer beneath him. "Five hundred years ago, Mo City had not yet been ignited by the flames of industry. This place was a wilderness and plains."

"When night falls."

"Darkness will emerge from the land of Mocheng."

“They are shaped like river crabs.”

"A strange creature crawls across the land of Mo City."

"River crab?"

The girl tasting the wine frowned slightly.

She seemed to have seen a creature similar to the one the bartender 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 laugh at the bartender's taste in horror stories, the tavern door suddenly blew open in a gentle breeze.

A man in green clothes walked in.

Following Hexie's instructions, Valon walked to the girl. He raised a glass of freshly mixed drink and said to the bartender, "This is a really good story. Sir, can you let me see the book in your hand?"

The bartender was slightly stunned.

You know, he worked in the tavern for a very long time, and during this time, the bartender had told this "horror story" to other guests.

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The feedback I received was mostly ridicule.

One hundred percent of the guests don't want to listen to the rest of the story after just hearing the beginning of it.

The gentleman in green is the first one who wants to hear the rest of the story!

This made the bartender quite excited.

but
When faced with Valon's request, the bartender still chose to shake his head and reject it. He said, "I'm sorry, sir, this book is a legacy from my ancestors and cannot be lent to outsiders."

Judging from the bartender's evasive look, he was obviously lying.

However, Valon did not expose him directly. Instead, he continued to ask with a smile: "Can you tell me a few other stories?"

The bartender's expression was conflicted again.

After some thought, he still chose to shake his head and deny it: "This won't work either."

The bartender's reason for rejecting Varon's request was simple.

Valon, he is not a customer who is recognized by the book!
This bizarre "Ghost Stories" book was not inherited from the bartender's family.

He picked it up by chance. At that time, the bartender was suffering from cancer and his life was about to end.

On that night when heavy rain fell.

After finishing his day's work, the bartender went home under an umbrella. On his way back, he met the book that was destined to appear in his life.

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

The bartender wanted to ignore the book and move on.

Because he was already in the late stage of cancer at that time, an ordinary movement could cause him to fall, leading to a complete loss of body functions.

The bartender didn't want to take the risk, but
Strangely enough, when the bartender walked past the book, a strange feeling suddenly emerged from his heart.

——Pick up this book!

There was a voice in my heart that kept talking to the bartender.

He was stunned.

When the bartender came to his senses, the book lying on the ground had appeared in his arms, and there was no sign of it being wet by the rain!
It seems like it should be held in one's arms!
This bizarre incident shocked the bartender, but he didn't feel any other emotions, because.
The bartender was dying.

Now he could not think of anything that could frighten him.

He returned home with the book.

The next day I took him to the tavern.

The bartender wanted to use this book to kill time in his free time. However, the moment he brought the book into the bar, strange and bizarre things happened.

A new drinker.

He came to him with strong negative emotions, wanting to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

While the bartender was mixing the cocktails, black air emanated from the book, and these auras sucked the man's body like a ghost.

Oh no!
It is sucking away his negative emotions, spirit, and soul!!!
The bartender felt an unprecedented fear. He had no idea that the book he accidentally picked up was actually a devil's book!
He wanted to throw it away.

Of course,
What the bartender never expected was that the book actually gave itself some of the energy it sucked from the man.

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

He might not have to die!
This news was like a sweet rain after rain, which moistened the bartender's heart. At this time, the man had a bolder idea.
Use this book to continuously gain lifespan.

Keep living!

then,

He began to use the horror stories in the book as a pretext to attract drinkers to chat with him.

He relieved the worries of the drunkards.

And the drinkers pay with their lives and souls.

This situation continues to this day.

The bartender thought it was going to be a normal night until the man in green arrived.

The book does not give bartenders corresponding chi guidance.

This means,

Wallon was not his audience.

He could not extract any benefit from him.

of course.

If that were the only reason, the bartender wouldn't refuse to tell Valon a brand new horror story.

The real question is.

The book has regulations.

If you tell the wrong story to the wrong person, you need to give back what you have received.
He didn't want to go back to the days when he was eroded by illness.

"Mr. Bartender."

At this moment, Valon suddenly spoke up and explained for the bartender: "I don't have the negative emotions that thing wants, so you can't tell me the content of the story, right?"

“Because every time a story is told, the [protagonist] in the story needs to be well fed and well-drinking!”

"If it can't eat the guests' delicacies, it will eat yours."

Boom——! ! !
Just as Valon finished saying this, a flash of thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a dull roar.

The pale lightning completely illuminated Valon's figure.

at this moment.

The bartender could clearly see that there was a strange figure standing on Valon's shoulder.
It’s the ghost crab that I talked about to the girl tonight!
"ghost!"

"ghost!"

The bartender was frightened and panicked.

He kept backing away.

His back hit the wine cabinet, causing the wine in the cabinet to shake and then fall to the ground.

Countless splashes of water
(End of this chapter)