The Adventures of Jackie Chan: Xiaoyu Asked Me to Call Her Master

This book is also called: "The Dark Side of the Spell: Jackie Chan's Strange Tales" ——When the legend of the twelve talismans turned into an indescribable urban legend   In the backyard of a San Francisco antique store, something more dangerous than artifacts is buried. My name is Song Chuan, an ordinary social worker, until I traveled through "The Adventures of Jackie Chan" - but this world is completely different from the cartoons in my memory. The twelve talismans here are not fairy tale props, but living conceptual plagues. The rat charm can turn "memory" into a living statue that eats people, the undead of the dog charm are ghosts forgotten by the world, and the transformation of the monkey charm can permanently tamper with the rules of reality. Every awakening of a spell is accompanied by an urban ghost story that subverts cognition. And I became the "key" to this twisted world. I have Tara's dark mark tattooed on my left arm. In the next room lives a yandere version of Xiaoyu with increasingly purple eyes. She always whispers late at night: "Brother Song Chuan, can we be together forever?" Dad's ancient tomes contain unspeakable forbidden knowledge, Jackie Chan's hands were potted in London and permanently crippled, and the Lord's minions—the guys who were supposed to be comic villains—now hunt us in the shadows with derivatives of the Serpent Charm. But it's not them I'm most afraid of. It was the sound coming from the basement of the antique store. The box containing the rat charm fragments vibrated in the cabinet every night. The sealing spells are extinguishing one by one, and the "things" in the box are learning - learning how to break through, learning how to reorganize, and learning how to find me. Because all the pieces are moving towards me~