Chapter 115 [Son of Darkness! Born!】
At the same time.
In a three-story building in Chinatown, San Francisco.
There was an old exclamation, and one could hear the panic in it, "Hey! Jackie Chan, something bad is going to happen!"
The sound startled a group of people on the messy telephone poles. Why are birds so afraid of people?
There is a sign hanging crookedly at the door of the three-story building - "Dad's Antique Shop"
Antique store.
Jackie Chan, a specially appointed expert and archaeologist from the San Francisco Museum, was dressed in an adventurer's outfit, dragging his cheeks and sitting at the counter facing the door in a daze.
I was startled by the exclamation coming from the room behind me.
“Crack!”
This caused Jackie Chan to fall off the crooked wooden chair and almost knock over the tea cup.
Waiting for Jackie Chan to flexibly catch a bunch of antiques that almost fell to the ground due to a series of chain reactions, causing disaster.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Hoo~”
Jackie Chan easily bypassed the ‘precious antiques’ placed everywhere and ran into the room.
This is a study room. The bookshelves on the four walls are filled with all kinds of precious books, which contain a lot of precious magical knowledge - this is the most precious treasure of Dad's antique shop.
"Dad, what's wrong? Did the shield have any results?"
Jackie Chan asked excitedly.
He just ran to Bavaria and found a shield made of pure gold from the king's castle, with a very strange charm inlaid on it.
He had no clue for a while, so he took it back and gave it to his father for study.
"Hey!" Before Jackie Chan could react, he was slapped hard on the forehead.
This caused Jackie Chan to cry out in pain and said aggrievedly, "Dad, why did you hit me?"
But he heard the slightly nervous and drawn-out voice of the old man in front of him, "It's not a shield! It's the smell of darkness that brings big trouble, and the stagnant energy between Yin and Yang is flowing again."
Jackie Chan was a little confused and said dullly, "Dad, please don't talk too much. ”
“Please, that shield is important. If you don’t study it, let me give it to the museum, that’s where it should be.”
But the old man, who was wearing a light brown woolen sweater, reading glasses and with messy gray hair like Jackie Chan, turned around and returned to the center of the room.
There was a steaming crucible there, and white mist almost enveloped the entire room.
"Dad can feel the black energy circulating. Something big must be happening. Jackie Chan, prepare your tickets. We can leave at any time!"
Jackie Chan looked at his nagging dad. , sighed deeply.
Dad is not Jackie Chan’s biological father, but his uncle. ‘Dad’ is a nickname, and almost no one knows his real name.
Just like Chen Chenglong, no one calls him by his full name.
At the same time, Dad is still very stubborn, like a stubborn old goat who will never give up until he achieves his goal.
Jackie Chan rubbed his sore forehead and muttered in a low voice, "Too bad luck, what tricks did dad do this time."
Just when Jackie Chan was about to turn around and leave the room.
“One more thing.”
"What's wrong, dad?" Jackie Chan reluctantly took back his steps and asked curiously.
"You should pick up your niece from school."
"Oh~" Jackie Chan said with frustration. He remembered that he still had a problem that he had not solved, that is, he came from Xiangjiang My niece Xiaoyu flew over.
The child is very agile and smart, but he is not very obedient.
What if dad insists on looking for it? He doesn’t know what he is looking for, the source of darkness?
Then you have to find someone to take care of Xiaoyu for a while.
Perhaps it would be a good choice to leave it to Chief Black.
Jackie Chan thought and looked back at his father.
After making sure that Dad was sitting cross-legged in front of the crucible, he was about to leave quietly, but he didn't open the door before he could.
“One more thing!”
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"Damn it, Dad, can't you finish it in one breath?" Jackie Chan Pain Mask, he knew it.
"Hey, how did you talk to daddy?"
"Okay, okay, what's the matter?"
Jackie Chan turned around, only to find that daddy seemed to be sleeping The white mist in front of him began to rotate, and finally formed a picture in Jackie Chan's horrified eyes.
"This is. Britain? In their capital... London? Stonehenge!"
Jackie Chan ignored the horror and concentrated on looking at the flowing white mist, but in the end, the white mist suddenly began to turn into dark.
It is so dark that it makes people feel depressed.
Jackie Chan could feel a coldness passing through the study and shivered all over.
“Why is it getting cold?”
Is it an illusion? No, it's true!
Because everything in the study started to freeze.
Finally, the black mist transformed into the image of a young man, who looked about the same age as his niece Xiaoyu. He was dressed in black clothes. His face was cold, and his eyes were pure black, very penetrating.
Afterwards, the furnace under the crucible suddenly burst into flames, swallowing up all the black mist, and the freezing situation in the house was relieved.
The father who was sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes, "Jackie Chan, what did you see?"
Jackie Chan's frozen teeth trembled up and down, and he asked tremblingly, "Dad, you really know magic???"
Dad interrupted him impatiently, "What did you see!"< br>
“On the British island, London, there is a strange-looking child.”
“That’s right! That’s the target we want to find. That child must not fall into the hands of dark creatures. In my hands!" Dad said in a deep voice with his eyes shining.
"Dad, are you okay now?" After seeing his father's magical scene, Jackie Chan began to doubt his father's words.
Isn't it just a trip to England? Although it is difficult to find someone in the capital of a country, Jackie Chan is still willing to go there.
As a result, the father rolled his eyes and looked at the blind nephew roaring with hatred, "Idiot, do you want to freeze dad to death? If not, why don't you get a towel and Here comes the hot tea!”
“It’s Dad”
Just when the Son of Darkness was born, Dad and the Holy Lord were alarmed.
London Underground Maze World!
A room that was obviously more luxurious, with a warm fireplace and a velvet bed.
Yang Anzheng frowned and twisted into the shape of a caterpillar on the bed.
“Brother, you smell so good.”
“Let me take a breath. Let me take a breath.”
“Bang!!!”
"Go to hell! Crush the darkness!"
Yang An suddenly woke up from his dream.
He had a weird dream. In the dream, he turned into Tang Monk meat, and everyone stared at him greedily, wanting to take a bite.
Those people's eyes were glowing red, and there was still saliva at the corners of their mouths, and they surrounded Yang An step by step.
Of course, these 'zombie' were then killed by Yang An using a big pineapple!
But then, a terrifying dragon appeared, staring directly at him with its terrifying scarlet dragon eyes, and Yang An was frightened awake.
"What the hell, where is this?"
Yang An sat up and looked around. Compared with the small room he lived in before, this place was equivalent to a luxurious presidential suite.
At the same time Yang An thought of the magic dragon. It was exactly the same as the Holy Lord Demon Dragon statue he had made before. Yang An couldn't help but start to wonder in his heart whether he was scared by himself.
He seemed to notice Yang An waking up.
"Creak——"
The door of the house was pushed open.
Two people wearing magician robes walked in first.
One of them has a dark blue wizard robe with a golden shoulder strap - he is the leader of the Brotherhood and his assistant.
This time, he did not cover his appearance with a wide hood.
Instead, he took off his hood, revealing an old man's face that can often be seen on news columns. If anyone saw it, he would definitely be very surprised.
The old man smiled and looked at Yang An with an extremely kind but greedy look in his eyes.
Of course, Yang An hasn't been out for so long, and naturally he hasn't seen the news in this world, so he is not surprised by the old man's identity.
Keep reading.
Two beautiful blondes came in with them.
They must be young, and they are all wearing maid uniforms. One of the maids is holding a golden washbasin in her hand. There is a slight mist, and the temperature is obviously suitable.
The other maid was holding a dark robe that was also covered with gold threads. The two women stood beside the bed, too timid to look up at Yang An.
The old leader spoke in a standard British accent.
“You finally woke up, Lord Holy Son, you have been unconscious for three days and three nights!”
"Congratulations, you have become the holy son of our brotherhood. Please accept their service first."
Have you slept for three days?
Yang An raised his eyebrows and wanted to curse a few words, but he thought that he seemed to have gained a lot of benefits, so he endured it.
At the same time, he was keenly aware of the fiery eyes of the leader.
Yang An felt that there was something wrong with his appearance, so he simply raised his head and looked into the basin.
"What the fuck?"
Yang An couldn't help but blurt out a national curse.
It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
Generally, his appearance is the same as before, but now his skin is paler and more handsome, giving him a weird and morbid feeling.
This is not the main problem. The important thing is that Yang An's eyes turned into strange scarlet eyes.
"Second level of the eyes of reality and reality·Evil eyes"
"A pair of eyes that mark the noble identity of the son of darkness, which cannot be eliminated in this world"
"You can use your eyes to create illusions and absorb people's emotions. Consciousness, and imprison the opponent's consciousness. The longer it is used, the more magic power is consumed (willpower)"
"The deterrent effect against ordinary creatures/dark camp creatures is increased, and the full release can peel off the opponent's soul (note, only in Applicable to some worlds)"
Okay, isn't this the Sharingan?
What unlimited monthly reading? Yang An felt his eyelids twitching.
But then he fell silent and allowed two nervous maids to help him change clothes and wash up.
This feels really good.
But I don’t know if Yang An put too much pressure on her. The maid carrying the golden basin finally couldn’t hold on until she was halfway through washing.
“Boom——!”
The golden basin fell to the floor, and the maid fell to her knees in fear, unable to say a word.
It also gave Yang An a clear understanding of his current intimidation power, and he was speechless for a while - this black energy is sick, is he afraid that others will not know that he is the son of darkness?
“Bastard!”
The unexpected situation made the old leader who had been waiting quietly become furious.
But before he could speak, he was stopped by the Holy Son who got out of the bed.
"That's enough, let them leave."
After saying that, the Holy Son opened his arms, his thin figure had the majesty of a superior, and allowed another maid to put on a black and gold robe for herself.
Looking at the Holy Son, who had a completely different temperament from before, the leader and the elder next to him looked at each other, and both saw joy in the other's eyes.
They succeeded!
The arrival of a holy son who can rule the darkness in this world will surely set off a storm that will change the world, and they will surely be able to realize their wishes and usher in the magical age of darkness rule in their dreams!
After getting dressed, Yang An stared at the two of them expressionlessly.
Now that his identity is different now, the original plan of studying with peace of mind and waiting for opportunities should be changed.
"You did a good job, awakening the memory of my past life."
Yang An walked up to the leader of the brotherhood, raised his hand, and tapped the other person's shoulder twice.
If you had dared to be so disrespectful to the leader before, you would have been directly burned to ashes by the electric ball.
But now, Yang An is a professional when it comes to pretending to be mysterious. His disguised identity has deceived countless pairs of eyes.
At this time, Yang An repeated his old tricks and gave himself an identity that awakened the memories of his previous life, lest the two magicians want to treat him as a puppet or something.
Sure enough, the leader and the elders were surprised when they heard this.
"Previous life, memory?"
"What? You have a problem?" Before the leader could finish repeating, the Holy Son stared at him with his cold, scarlet eyes that contained no emotion. .
[Eye of Virtuality and Reality Level 2] was activated
In an instant
the will of the leader and the elders was pulled into the illusion, tied to the cross, and the floating figure of Yang An appeared in front of them, high above them Look down at them.
“You don’t respect me.”
“No, we don’t.”
The old leader realized that the matter was beyond his control, and wanted to argue and struggle, but found that the magic power in his body had disappeared and he became an ordinary person.
"I'm very happy that you woke me up."
Yang An slowly floated in front of the struggling leader and elders, with a cruel look on his cold face. sneer.
“But I don’t like your attitude and eyes!”
As he said that, countless sand clones gathered from the ground.
They had a short sword in their hands and surrounded the leader.
The old leader could no longer maintain his grace and shouted in panic, "Your Majesty the Holy Son, we didn't do it on purpose, we didn't mean to offend your majesty, please. Pfft! Ah!!!"
Before the two of them finished their explanation.
The dagger of the sand clone had already been inserted into their bodies. The pain made them struggle continuously, but they could not avoid the dagger.
“A mistake is a mistake and needs to be punished.”
Yang An stared at the two of them indifferently, these magicians were not good people.
Forget about fantasizing about overturning the world order, they have collected many orphans or abducted children from all over the world.
Train these children to become magicians and dead warriors. It is okay to become a magician, but if they have no talent and poor physical fitness, they will become targets or test subjects for magicians to cast spells.
London may seem like a civilized world, but countless lives are buried underground.
So Yang An punished these people without mercy. This was just an opportunity to test the power of the Eye of Virtual Reality.
Yang An disappeared silently, no longer watching the next scene.
Only by truly making them fearful can they be used for their own purposes and control this magician organization with many members.
The leader and elders looked desperately at the surrounding sand clones.
Puff--!
The knives were inserted into every corner of their bodies, and the painful torture made them wail. In the end, their spirits almost collapsed, and they begged Yang An to kill them and give them a happy life.
Until seventy-two hours passed.
"No, how could I kill the hero who helped me regain my memory."
Faced with the two people who were defenseless, Yang An appeared again, smiling and saying softly.
“From today on, I am your master!”
(End of this chapter)