"Celestial Master, I'm John."
"Hello, John. What can I do for you?"
"I want to ask you for a favor."
"John, if it's a problem that even you can't solve, I'm afraid I can't help you either."
"No, it's indeed a favor that only you can help."
"Tell me, what is it?"
"In the Vatican, there's a vicious evil spirit sealed. It used to wreak havoc in the Middle Ages for decades and was later sealed by our church. Not long ago, this evil spirit broke the seal and escaped."
"It's just an evil spirit, and your church can't destroy it?"
Zhang Tianyi suspected that John Senior was joking with him.
Why would an evil spirit need the church's help?
You're not kidding me, right?
"It's not difficult to destroy this evil spirit, but it's difficult to seal it again."
John Senior knew that it was difficult to deceive him with a simple lie.
Therefore, his words were mixed with lies.
"Is there anything special about this evil spirit?"
When he practiced Holy Spirit Summoning, he didn't summon an angel, but a fallen angel. The fallen angel destroyed his body, and he took over the body of the fallen angel. A church monk taking over the body of a fallen angel is very evil, so he suffered the wrath of heaven. Half of his soul escaped from the body of the fallen angel and returned to the church. It has been in a deep sleep for hundreds of years, while the other half merged with the fallen angel's soul and became the Evil Spirit King. For hundreds of years, our church has been purifying the Evil Spirit King. It was progressing smoothly, but after the Spirit Tide began, the seal began to loosen. Until yesterday, he escaped the seal. Now, he is trapped by several archbishops of our church, but if we want to seal the Evil Spirit King, we need your help. "
"I see …" Zhang Tianyi hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll arrange it. I'll go over in a few days. It's at the Vatican, right?"
"Yes, it's at the Vatican, but can you hurry? I'm afraid that he will escape. This Evil Spirit King is a great threat to ordinary people. He devoured tens of thousands of people in the Middle Ages, and every soul he devoured was an extra life for him.
In other words?
Wanted to kill him completely?
We'll need to destroy him tens of thousands of times. If he escapes, he'll become a big problem. "
"But …"
"I've already sent a private plane to pick you up, Celestial Master Zhang."
"Then … alright."
Zhang Tianyi couldn't refuse anymore.
That Evil Spirit King was probably quite fierce.
What could make Old John so worried?
…
A private plane to pick up Zhang Tianyi?
John Senior called Chen Zhao.
"Chen?
Celestial Master Zhang is already on his way to the Vatican. "
Chen Zhao was delighted. "You want the plane to slow down?
The longer the better … Oh right … What if your plane crashes?
I'll give you an extra Divine Kingdom fragment. "
"Chen?
The pilot is an ordinary person, and there are a few flight attendants on board. "
"Then forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything."
What if it wasn't the crew up there?
Chen Zhao even wanted to take a photo of the plane himself.
After hanging up, he called Steven.
"Steven?
Get ready for our flight tonight. "
"Tonight? So urgent? You should've at least told me beforehand. "
"You and the entire crew's pay will be increased by five percent."
"Then I'm fine?
I'll inform the crew now. "
"As long as you're here. Just check in the machines and stuff."
"So urgent?"
"Time is money, my friend."
"Alright."
Steven hurriedly informed all the crew members of the filming plan.
Steven was the director and Chen Zhao was the leader.
Thus, all the crew members of the Guardian of the Sea documentary accepted the project without hesitation.
Chen Zhao booked a plane right away.
He'd originally planned on using his private plane, but his plane was too slow.
However, his plane was too slow. It originally took 20 hours to fly from the US to China.
His big plane would take at least 40 hours.
Thus, Chen Zhao booked the fastest plane.
If Concorde wasn't retired, Chen Zhao would've booked it too.
After a 20-hour flight, the crew was all very tired.
Chen Zhao really hoped that they could film directly.
However, if he said that, Steven would probably fall out with him.
So, he'd let them rest first.
"Ye Ziqing, we're almost at the hotel. Get ready."
"Don't worry, boss."
Ye Ziqing was still very happy. Chen Zhao had asked her to do something for him when he returned.
Soon, a few commercial cars stopped at the entrance of the hotel.
Ye Ziqing immediately walked up and opened the door for Chen Zhao.
"Boss."
"Yes."
Ye Ziqing looked at Steven, who'd alighted with Chen Zhao. She couldn't help but feel excited.
"Boss, is there something between you and Mr. Steven?"
"It's also a documentary project," Chen Zhao said casually.
"Is there anything else I can do?"
"Nothing for now. Bring these foreigners to check in first," Chen Zhao said. Then he turned to Steven. "Go wash up. Then I'll take you guys to eat something good."
An hour later, Chen Zhao brought Steven and the film crew to a famous market in the city.
The nightlife in America was completely different from that in China.
The nightlife in the United States was mostly bars, nightclubs, or commercial streets.
It was much more abundant in China, mainly because it was too safe.
Even in the middle of the night, you wouldn't encounter any danger on the streets.
In America, you could walk on the streets in the city.
You'd encounter three robberies in an hour. Two of them even had guns.
One of them might just shoot you.
In China, if you walked on the streets in the middle of the night, you'd most likely be sent home by the police.
A group of foreigners who were tired of the nightclubs and bars were really attracted by the bustling food street.
Every shop had something to offer. Shanghai was also an international metropolis, so it wasn't strange to see so many foreigners.
Chen Zhao gave each of them a phone they could use in China.
If they needed help, they could use this phone.
Chen Zhao brought Steven away. "Steven, let's go see an old friend."
"Old friend? China? "
"Of course. Did you forget Wang He, who used to be your actor?"
"Oh, I remember."
In fact, Wang He often contacted him.
But most of the time, it was Wang He who contacted him.
It was basically the kind of greetings between familiar strangers.
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