Under One Person: Dad’s Super God Journey

"Oh, Zhang Chulan, where are you now?"

As the call was dialed, Cheng Yang's voice came out from the phone instantly. Hearing the sudden movement, the demon who was confronting Zhang Chulan didn't know what happened. He was frightened and silently took two steps back. .

Zhang Chulan seized this opportunity and quickly put the phone to his ear.

"Dad, I'm in San Francisco now!"

"San Francisco?"

Cheng Yang on the other end of the phone also exclaimed when he heard Zhang Chulan's words.

"Yes, Dad, I am now entangled by someone who doesn't know what the hell is."

Zhang Chulan explained the situation he was in now, and Cheng Yang also realized something and asked quickly.

"Did the demon you met have hooves like a sheep?"

"Correct."

Zhang Chulan glanced at the feet of the devil in front of him and nodded.

"The demon you encountered is a sheep-eating beast. Its weakness is that it is afraid of the sun. As long as it is delayed until the sun rises, it will be destroyed.

One more thing, remember not to be caught by the sheep-eating beast's claws, otherwise you will be infected by his curse and become a new sheep-eating beast. "

Through Zhang Chulan's description, Cheng Yang also instantly identified the identity of the demon. It was the legendary demon sheep-eating beast in Mexico, but he didn't know why it appeared in San Francisco.

Hearing Cheng Yang's words on the phone, Zhang Chulan also had a wry smile on his face.

"Dad, is there any other way? If we wait until dawn, you may not be able to see your lovely apprentice."

"There is another way, and that is to prepare magic potions."

"Okay, I'd better find a way to delay it until dawn."

Zhang Chulan gave a bitter smile. Cheng Yanggang on the other end of the phone wanted to continue saying something, but the signal on the phone was interrupted again, the call was automatically hung up, and a beeping sound was heard.

"bring it on!"

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and adjusted himself. The golden light on the surface of his body gradually shrank, leaving only a layer covering his body.

In the palm of his hand, thunder and lightning were beating around his fingertips, ready to spurt out at any time.

"Roar--"

With a low roar, the sheep-eating beast arched its body and jumped out again, grabbing Zhang Chulan with two pairs of sharp claws.

But just when the sheep-eating beast was about to touch Zhang Chulan, Zhang Chulan's body instantly merged into the shadow, and the sheep-eating beast lost its target and hit the wall.

The huge force instantly caused the wall to collapse, and pieces of rubble hit the sheep-eater's head.

At the same time, several pairs of hands emerged from the shadows silently and grabbed the sheep-eating beast that was shaken by the gravel.

"Come on, little white worm!"

With a roar, Zhang Chulan's figure emerged from the shadows. He used all the remaining Qi in his body without leaving any room. The raging thunder surged out from his palm and condensed into a line filled with dazzling thunder. The long white snake roared and shot towards the sheep-eating beast.

Kaka-

As the small white long insect hit the sheep-eating beast, the sheep-eating beast instantly let out an extremely sharp scream. Wounds appeared all over its body under the ravages of thunder and lightning, and green blood sputtered out.

"Roar--"

As the last roar sounded, the body of the sheep-eating beast collapsed, starting from its limbs, and finally the entire body turned into a piece of stone and shattered.

"call--"

Seeing that the sheep-eating beast was completely wiped out by him, Zhang Chulan instantly breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed helplessly.

Looking at the tattoo on his arm that symbolized the Shadow Soldiers, Zhang Chulan waved, and the shadows spreading around him and the summoned Shadow Soldiers disappeared instantly.

Then he adjusted his sitting posture, closed his glasses, and eliminated some of the negative emotions caused by using the Black Shadow Corps, and then opened his eyes again.

He sighed silently in his heart. If it was not a last resort, he would not use the ability of the Black Shadow Corps.

Since he almost fell into darkness again last time, he has restrained himself from using the ability of the Shadow Corps, especially in this unknown environment. Once he overuses the ability of the Shadow Corps, without Cheng Yang by his side, That would be a true descent into darkness.

After a while, Zhang Chulan picked up the phone, looked at the signal with only half a bar on it, opened the contact, found Cheng Yang and dialed.

"beep--"

"beep--"

After ringing for a long time, the call finally came through.

In another chaotic space, under the dim brown-red sky, cone-shaped stones are floating in the sky and the earth. Chengyang is sitting cross-legged on a stone at the moment, playing with the mobile phone in his hand.

"beep--"

As the phone rang, Chengyang instantly pressed the connect button.

"Zhang Chulan, how are you doing over there?"

"Dad, I'm okay."

As Zhang Chulan told the story that the sheep-eating beast had been eliminated by him, Cheng Yang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, are Sister Bao'er with you?"

After hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Cheng Yang turned his head and looked behind him.

Feng Baobao, who was wearing a white sweatshirt, was happily jumping from one stone to another, having a great time by himself.

"Yes, she is with me."

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Chulan was relieved when he heard Feng Baobao and Cheng Yang together.

"By the way, where are you in San Francisco now?"

"I?"

Zhang Chulan scratched his head when he heard this. He was a foreigner, but he could only understand the English around San Francisco. He couldn't read any of the remaining English characters, so how could he know where he was.

"I think I'm on San Francisco 13th."

Zhang Chulan thought for a while and reported the number 13 he had seen on the sign before.

"San Francisco 13?"

For a moment, Cheng Yang was stunned by Zhang Chulan's words, but then he immediately reacted.

What's San Francisco 13th? Isn't that the 13th District?

"Zhang Chulan, you are going to find an antique shop now. Find Tru."

Zhang Chulan frowned as he listened to the intermittent voice mixed with electricity coming from the other end of the phone.

"Dad, please slow down, what antique store are you looking for? What Tru?"

"Hello? Hello?"

Following a busy tone, the call was instantly hung up. Zhang Chulan looked at the phone in his hand with a confused face, his small eyes filled with confusion.

What? What? What?

What is this all about?

What antique store?

Where can I find antique stores on my own?

On the other side, in hell, Cheng Yang frowned and looked at the cell phone in his hand that had lost signal again. He sighed helplessly, adjusted his glasses, and then stood up, looking at the endless space in the hell around him. .

"Bao'er, stop jumping, we should continue to find the exit!"

"Oh, come on!"

Feng Baobao responded, then jumped behind Cheng Yang and continued to look for the exit of hell.

Within the 13th arrondissement

"Roar--"

"hiss--"

In the Thirteenth District, the roars of demons kept coming one after another. Since the demons broke through hell, even the Thirteenth District, which was known as the safest, was completely destroyed and became a paradise for demons.

In the dim night, two figures, one large and one small, were sneakily exploring along the wall, bypassing several streets, and finally stopped outside a door.

He carefully opened the door and walked in. After making sure that the surroundings were safe, he slowly closed the door.

Bang!

The candles were lit, and a faint light came out of the dark room. This was a dilapidated shop, with dusty antiques placed on the counter. The floor and cabinets around the room were filled with various items. Open books.

"True, are you sure that the location of the history books is recorded in dad's notes?"

Xiaoyu held the candle in her hand and asked the broad figure beside her.

"Yes, I once heard my husband say that his notes recorded the location of the history books."

Beside Xiaoyu, Toru sat on the ground, with a tired look on his face.

He adjusted his glasses and whispered softly. Although his tone was firm, he kept flipping through books one after another in his hands, showing his inner uneasiness.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't proposed to completely eliminate the demons, the world wouldn't be like this."

"No, Xiaoyu, it's not your fault. It's because I didn't remember what my husband said about the balance of yin and yang, which led to a complete imbalance of yin and yang."

Facing Xiaoyu who blamed herself, Tohru sighed, comforted her, and then prepared to continue looking for the notebook that recorded the history of the years.

"Ok?"

"What's wrong Tohru?"

Feeling Tohru's strange movement, Xiaoyu turned around and asked.

"I seem"

Tohru adjusted his glasses, a hint of joy appeared on his tired face, and then frowned again, looking out the window uncertainly.

"I seem to feel that the anger of justice has just risen a little?"