My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 189 My name is Xue Law, and I'll beat the troublemakers to a pulp.

“It’s so quiet here.” Xue Dinglu looked up and could only see crows cawing and circling in the branches. “I can’t see any of those mystics either.”

"Is your next line going to be 'Don't stop'?" the old ghost complained, putting down his phone.

Xue Law: "..."

You old Deng, you've only been online for a few hours, and you can still catch this joke?

Also, is it that Ultraman isn't good-looking?
Xue Dinglu secretly observed the old ghost's phone and discovered that it was the ending of the Ultraman Nexus: Jun Himeya arc.

No wonder he looked like he was scratching his head, trying to find someone to chat with; this step is indeed not very friendly to the elderly.

Xue Daolu walked into the church. This was an ordinary village in Massachusetts, but Xue Daolu could not see any villagers. It was nothing like the rural America where pickup trucks and tractors were everywhere.

While strolling through this place that resembled a ghost village, he said, "What, not going to look at your phone anymore?"

He was naturally asking about the progress of the old ghost tokusatsu series.

"I'm too old to bear such tragic stories..." The old ghost was conflicted. On one hand, he loved the story, but on the other hand, he had already seen through the tragic ending of the protagonist.

Even looking at the character's appearance, he inexplicably thought of Xue Dalu from the past, as if they were carved from the same mold.

No, the cause and effect are reversed. It should be that Xue's Law is imitating the image of his childhood hero.

"But reality might be even more painful. I feel like I'm playing Resident Evil, investigating a village that has lost contact as a junior police officer, only to find that the entire village has turned into zombies..." Xue Dinglu muttered to himself.

He kicked open the wooden door. The buildings here were mostly made of wood, and Xue Luding could easily kick open all the doors.

There were signs of life inside the house, but no one was there. A large amount of mold had multiplied and spread throughout, which was very strange.

He could vaguely sense the gazes watching him, but he couldn't pinpoint their source.

As he witnessed Xue's legendary strength, Old Barak still couldn't believe that in just over a month, the boy who had just entered the extraordinary realm had reached a level that even amazed him.

It had only been a little over a month, and he had no idea what Xue Dinglu had gone through.

At least now that they've made contact, he and Alora no longer need to wander around like headless flies.

"You must have endured unimaginable hardships during your time as a legend," Old Barak said with a sigh, not believing that such speed could be achieved simply through talent.

A genius can become a legend in a year, but a legend in a month. In his view, the hardships Xue Law experienced were probably beyond his imagination.

"It's alright, I think my life is quite comfortable, and I've even come to love this kind of life," Xue Dinglu casually remarked.

Although some tasks are indeed difficult, there are always ways to deal with them.

He would only feel suffering if an enemy appeared that he and his entire family could not overcome.

Although Xue's Law was presented in a lighthearted manner, old Barack could only sigh.

In just over thirty days, he discovered that the young man opposite him had matured too much. He was no longer as youthful and impetuous as when they first met, nor as passionate as he had been.

Instead, he began to mature, no longer carefree and reckless. He shed his youthful impetuosity, hid his inner self, and became calm and composed, rapidly growing into a true adult in a very short time.

Such growth typically takes more than ten years for a normal boy.

But he only had one month, so he must have lost a lot.

He didn't experience the hardships along the way, but perhaps he could imagine most of them with his eyes closed.

Xue Dinglu kicked open the door to another wooden hut, but inside lay the body of a small deer, still warm, but there was no sign of anyone.

While Xue's Law seemed strange, old Barack continued to sigh.

"Young Xue, you've worked hard. I wish I could help share some of the burden with you," he said.

Xue Lude, who was examining the corpse: "..."

Why are you being so melancholic on NetEase Cloud Music again?
And even if you came, it wouldn't make a difference. He's going to fight either Tier 5 civilizations or mass-produced Tier 4 civilizations like the Super Iron Curtain. You'd only cause trouble...

But perhaps to comfort the old man's pride, Xue didn't tell the truth, only saying, "Perhaps."

Actually, it's nice to have someone to chat with; at least you won't be bored.

The old ghost was quite normal when he wasn't talking about his granddaughter and Daigo. "Wait a minute, why is there a faint smell of the undead here?" Old Barak immediately said. He hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings before, but now, following Xue's examination, he carefully probed and discovered a large number of undead auras.

"Undead?" Xue asked.

“Similar, but fundamentally different. In fact, the undead are individuals whose bodies have died but whose souls have been solidified. They can never truly die and suffer eternal torment, so their aura is very unique,” ​​Old Barak said, then added, “Also, I’m a professional when it comes to the undead.”

“I agree with that,” Xue Dinglu echoed the old man.

As long as they don't talk about his granddaughter and Daigo, it's quite enjoyable to chat with old Barack. But as soon as those two come up, old Den starts acting crazy, and Xue's Law is driven crazy with headaches. He doesn't know what's so good about him that makes old Den so eager to take him as his granddaughter's husband. What's so good about him? Just tell me, and I'll change it right away.

Just as Xue was internally ranting and raving, the old undead immediately spoke up.

"There's something to my left rear!"

Xue Dinglu immediately turned around and saw tree roots resembling pythons moving through the grass. Without hesitation, he unleashed a decapitation strike.

The roots were severed, and the broken roots struggled like earthworms, trying to burrow back into the ground.

Xue Dinglu immediately pulled out his phone and said, "Just as I thought, the arid fungus that has infected the whole world is a product of Qijiela. This ancient organism broke down into smaller parts..."

Xue Lude thought of those humanoid figures whose bodies had completely transformed into these tree branch structures; he could already imagine what the end of the world would look like.

"A biohazard crisis affecting billions of people, a zombie siege... except this time, the zombies are monsters controlled by Zijera!" Xue Dinglu closed his eyes. Although he had long guessed this outcome, he still frowned when he reached the conclusion.

"Zijera?" Old Deng was stunned for a moment, then shrank back at the name. "Is it the one from the final episode of Ultraman Tiga?"

Xue Dinglu was no longer in the mood for chatting, because he saw an old woman holding a sickle, and new branches were growing on her bare skin.

Then, more and more people emerged, dressed like country folk living around the farm, but now they were covered in branches, terrifying and horrifying, many even resembling clothed tree people.

This scene stunned even the old ghost.

"Although it's not the Zijella you know, it's probably even worse. This is the enemy we're dealing with... and it might not even be the final enemy. Who knows, there might be a 'Gatanothor' waiting for us later..." Xue Dinglu said to the old undead, looking at the hundreds of people who had surrounded him.

Barak: "..."

Me, are we going to fight an evil god? Really?
This match is way too high... Did he accidentally get matched with a Silver player in a Challenger-level match?
"Don't worry, we have a safety net..." Xue pointed to the sky, indicating that "God" was on their side.

A holy light staff appeared in Xue Dinglu's hand. In fact, he could still handle the current situation; he was familiar with dealing with these zombie-like troublemakers.

After stretching my body, I learned that at least now I know that many more rural towns have become zombie towns.

"Fellow villagers, my name is Xue Luding, and I'll beat you to a pulp!"

……

When Xue Law launched the Boston No-Limit Fighting Tournament, Old Deng's F4 successfully arrived at the Boston coast and began to set up a mystical ritual there.

Cowboy Howard's unique technique is the "Celestial Technique." As the name suggests, it is a mysterious academic technique that uses the placement of props to coincide with the position of the star chart, thereby amplifying, imprisoning, creating illusions, and causing confusion during specific celestial events.

The old mystic Austin's magic was called "heliocentrism." Although it was also a mystical academic method that used celestial phenomena, his magic mainly relied on the triple imagery of the earth, the sun, and the stars to achieve its effects.

Meanwhile, Odysseus was organizing their existing intelligence, while the old man who loved crafts helped the two of them set up this huge, mysterious academic structure, in preparation for the possible final moment.

Only the little witch named Annabelle sat on the big rock, enjoying the sea breeze, doing nothing.

"Hey, so you're saying you prepared for defeat before the battle even started, and that's why you set up this ritual to give yourself a way out?" The little witch was covered in stitches and needles, and her white-stockinged feet swung back and forth on the beach, the salty sea breeze blowing in.

Her name is Annabelle, born from 19th-century American horror nursery rhymes, and she is a classic, adorable, tattered doll character.

However, in the nursery rhyme, the doll she represents is a symbol of curses and murderers, and becomes a killer who has killed countless people.

Therefore, her horror stories are among the most widely circulated in the past century, including the Conjuring series, the Chucky series, and Freddy Krueger. All horror themes involving "little witch," "horror dolls," and "teddy bears" point to her.

However, the evil spirit who descended was actually a gothic lolita with twin ponytails. The only terrifying thing about her was the stitches all over her body and her seemingly pieced-together body.

After all, her true form was just a "tattered cursed doll".

She considered herself an assassin, a terrifying evergreen in the world of evil spirits in the Americas, but she never expected that she would be watching like an idiot as four old men set up a ritual on the beach.

Even the four old men treated her like a granddaughter; whenever she made a sound, one of the old men would feed her.

(End of this chapter)