My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 188 Come on, bro, let's begin our operation before the end of the world.
Inside the soundproof private room, it was as if the sound waves from the entire wine pool had been neutralized.

Compared to the decadent and hormonal environment outside, the atmosphere inside the private room was eerily quiet for the four old men.

It was indeed the four old men, even the youngest, Howard, was over forty. He poured wine for everyone and began his story.

"After the Salem tragedy, Brinton began to work to integrate the entire occult community. He claimed that he would contribute his 'magic' free of charge to anyone who joined them, using the 'magic' he possessed."

"Hiss..." Austin gasped.

He knew exactly what kind of temptation information about magic held for other mystics, no wonder the entire mystical community had fallen into depravity.

There's no way around it; for mystics who are only scratching the surface, magic is everything.

“But why didn’t you go?” Austin asked.

“I’ve been scammed too many times. I was tricked into marriage a few years ago, and then a large part of my company was taken away. If my identity as a mystic is exposed, half of my spells and ritual props will be taken away. So this time I’m being careful and will wait and see.” Howard said, and then started to cover his face.

This left the other three old men speechless.

How can you get half of the procedure after a divorce? What is that?
The old man who loved crafts and Odysseus exchanged a glance and reached a consensus: if the kid continued to talk nonsense, they would give him a good beating later.

"Never mind, that's beside the point. There were quite a few people who were wary, just like me, but once the returning people brought real magic, the others couldn't sit still anymore. They all flocked to Brinton and obtained the 'Evil Spirit Reincarnation' spell." Howard said, downing a glass of wine and then pouring himself another.

He even cut a fresh lemon, squeezed the juice, and poured it into the wine glass.

"Reincarnation of evil spirits? Is that the spell that uses negative emotions to create evil spirits?" Austin replied.

“That should be about right. I don’t have much intelligence here either. At this rate, most of them will have sided with Brington. But I’m still a little unsure, which is why I was going to keep observing. That’s when I discovered the problem…” He said, his voice becoming much softer, “They are all dead. They were all puppets!”

“Even Brinton is a puppet!”

This information prompted all the older men to pick up their drinks and take a sip.

"How so?" Odysseus asked.

"Their bodies are all dead, only their souls are shrunk into a brand new body. What else is that but death? Luckily, I've been fooled so many times that I'm wary, otherwise I would have been one of them too. I have to thank my ex-wife for that."

The other three old men: "..."

"Anyway, don't go there. I've been desperately hiding my identity to survive this year. My ex-wife, who took half of my assets, has been killed by them. Maybe I should thank them, but that's not important. They must have some kind of conspiracy, but I have no choice. Look at me now, I've done everything I can to survive..."

Howard tore open his shirt, revealing the bruises and lipstick marks underneath.

The others then realized that he wasn't a customer, but a "gigolo," someone who offered his body to rich women for them to play with, and who knows how many steel wool balls he'd worn out.

The three old men's pupils dilated in shock. They realized that Howard was indeed a handsome older man with a great physique, and who knew if some rich woman might like his type.

They also learned why he was able to escape the pursuit of the mystics—he was incredibly resourceful. Who could imagine a mystic hiding in a bar as a male prostitute?

If it weren't for Austin's special communication methods, he wouldn't have revealed his whereabouts.

"So, Howard, are you willing to join us in destroying those corrupt mystics and saving the world?" Austin extended his hand to his former student.

"Save the world? Just the four of us?" Howard looked at the old man who loved crafts and Odysseus as if he were watching a joke, and then immediately shut up.

Having dealt with countless people, he immediately recognized their extraordinary nature: mystics? No, perhaps something far more terrifying.

However, he still swallowed hard and said, "But Mr. Austin, I don't think the four of us can accomplish anything great. You don't know how strong our enemy is, how much they control. If we go out now, it's like throwing an egg against a rock; we simply can't win."

"I tried to fight back, but there was no way. My celestial magic, which I was so proud of, was like trash in the hands of that evil spirit. Do you know how I felt? I felt like a stupid college student who had accidentally wandered into Crystal Lake, and I was facing an immortal ghost story and evil spirit!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man burst into tears.

Everyone else fell silent, perhaps they could empathize with his feelings. A mystic was being hunted by countless evil spirits, and his year was probably more desperate than that of an ordinary person in a horror movie.

“We can do it. Let me introduce you to the other two people here. You’ll understand once you know who they are,” Austin said, pointing to the people beside him.

“This is ‘Old Man Who Loves Crafts,’ a product of the evil spirits summoned,” Austin said.

Howard was stunned. His pupils contracted instantly. The male prostitute mystic felt his hands and feet were ice-cold despite the hot weather, and he trembled all over.

"Don't worry, our summoning of evil spirits is a different kind of magic than theirs. I am a living person in a physical body." The old man who loves craftsmanship didn't care at all as he cut his finger with a chopstick, revealing blood.

Then, to gain his trust, he silently lifted a small part of his mask from an angle only he could see. "Hiss..." Howard, the male escort, gasped.

"This one is the Greek hero Odysseus, emm... for now, you can assume he's a reincarnated evil spirit," Austin continued.

"Hiss... Oh..." Howard bit his tongue, staring intently at Odysseus.

“We have other allies, such as Sildileth from your world’s epic, and many more, so there’s no need to be afraid for now. We are all here,” Odysseus reassured the cowherd.

The male prostitute fell silent, even having the illusion that all his hard work and treacherous journey had been for this moment.

"Odysseus, damn it! My grandfather has always been bragging that our family are descendants of Odysseus. Look, is it true?" In an instant, the cowherd appeared in front of Odysseus, shamelessly taking a drop of his own blood.

Odysseus: "..."

He wouldn't accept such descendants.

However, he did test it out of curiosity, and then he was stunned.

Howard does indeed have his bloodline! Although it is very rare, with only a few percent of the bloodlines corresponding to him, he is indeed his descendant.

Although the bloodline of this descendant has become so diluted that it has been thousands of generations since then.

Not only his own, but he also sensed one-thousandth of Hercules' bloodline, one-several-thousandth of Hector's bloodline, and the bloodlines of his other old friends in this person.

The mixing of thousands of generations, coupled with the fact that those generations did indeed have a large number of offspring, means that perhaps all of Greece and Turkey today are more or less descended from them…

He sensed the bloodline within this shameful gigolo, and though he was reluctant to admit it, he still said, "You do... have a little bit of my blood..."

"Oh, damn it, Grandpa wasn't wrong after all, I really am a descendant of a hero..."

Seeing his descendants in such a shameful state, Odysseus covered his face.

Now he'll have to take even more control of this place.

"Anyway, shall we save the world together? Let's burn those corrupt mystics to ashes!" Austin said, downing the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"It has to be me! If I could save the world with my ancestors and the old man who loves craftsmanship, then even dying would be worth it!" said Howard, the male escort, as he downed his drink in one gulp.

"go!"

Then F4 stepped out of the private room with their left feet, and at that moment, it was as if strange words were surrounding the four of them.

"Can you find their hideout?" the old man who loves crafts asked.

"Ha, it might be difficult for me to hide from them, but finding them is a piece of cake!" The male prostitute regained his confidence, the confidence of a mystic.

The old man who loved crafts and Odysseus exchanged a glance, and the wicked ideas in their minds began to surge wildly.

“Let him summon an evil spirit first, then we can begin our own operation,” Odysseus said.

"I agree," the old man who loves crafts said with a smile.

Austin and the male escort were both stunned. They felt a chill, as if the two old men were thinking about something terrifying. The sinister smiles of the two old men, as if they had reached a consensus, were like those of demons.

No, they are “evil spirits” themselves (from this mystic’s perspective).

They quickly set up the ceremony, and this time it went even more smoothly. Xue's fantasy materialization also agreed to their permission to use it.

Under everyone's gaze, a little girl holding a teddy bear appeared at the ceremony. She looked at the four old men around her, still pretending to be a lady while holding the teddy bear, and said with her seemingly stitched-together face: "Let me introduce myself, Annabelle, the evil spirit, the embodiment of all the fears of 'little witches' and 'dolls'."

“Come on, bro, let’s get started before the end of the world.” The male prostitute mystic stretched out his hand.

……

Xue Dinglu entered the Holy Church at this moment.

He may have already located some of the hideouts of those corrupt mystics, such as this Holy Church, which is one of them.

The distant tolling of bells seemed like a death knell for the end of the world.

　Actually, I kind of wanted to write a storyline like "Hot-Blooded Old Man," haha. The plot setup is pretty much done; now it's time for the hot-blooded Old Man and his crew to take action.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)