The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

According to Xue's Law, Amei's school has always been a happy education, and their children have never had to worry about school entrance exams or exams. Going to school is more of a formality, and they just make friends at school.

But this is actually a stereotype. Amei's public schools are like this, but the private schools are all upgraded versions of Hengshui ProMax, where students study and work like crazy.

They would even take out loans to buy stimulants, various hormones, and even specific "smart drugs" on their way to school, and then study for more than 20 hours a day after injecting themselves with hormones and stimulants.

This level of hellish intensity is arguably no less severe than that of Japan and the Korean Peninsula, and may even surpass it.

In reality, the academic elites in Japan and the Peninsula would never go so far as to inject themselves with hormones to study.

One reason for this is the high tuition fees of private colleges. Once they enter, they are basically burdened with decades of student loans. This is also the only way for countless rural students to change their social class and no longer be considered "rednecks".

That means studying to finish university, then taking on decades of debt to become a private doctor, lawyer, or politician for conglomerates—that's how one achieves upward social mobility.

Even with the help of hormones and stimulants, the success rate of redneck children who manage to get ashore is no more than 5%...

Most of them just get into ordinary universities, and then they can neither become the rural rednecks like their parents, nor the respected elites in the city. Like animals, they have to work four jobs a day just to barely support themselves after paying off their student loans.

They even had to sell their blood in their spare time to supplement their household income.

When they finally can no longer endure this kind of life, they will go bankrupt, lose their jobs, and become homeless...

It can be said that for the rednecks who make up more than 90% of the Amerindian population, their lives are summed up like this.

That's why politicians representing that segment of the population were able to easily defeat Harris, who represented the elite class, because for the entire US, the tragedy of those people had been repeated time and time again.

Of course, I only learned about Amei's Xue Law through "Reader" and "Yilin" magazines before, and I didn't know these secrets at all.

When Xue Dinglu entered the school, he saw countless people picking up books and reciting.

This school wasn't just a middle or high school; Xue Dinglu even saw elementary school students, middle school students, university students... white people, black people, Asian people, Latinos, Hispanics... and so on.

It seemed that students of all ages were crammed together, and the only constant was that they were all studying desperately.

Without the teacher's supervision, they naturally studied hard, and their enthusiasm even made Xue Lude doubt his eyes. He thought he had come to Maotanchang or Hengshui, instead of this Amei school.

The school gates were open, but not a single child skipped school. Unlike the schools in Amei's TV series where all that was left was bullying and dating, this was the kind of school that Xue Dinglu was more familiar with. They were closed off, confined, and every student was like a walking corpse.

Even though it used to be the norm to go to school 7 days a week and study for more than 15 hours a day, according to Xue's Law, this was the case.

But here, he could even feel their even more intense pressure to get into a good school.

"Hey, don't wander off." Suddenly, a typical blonde American girl, holding Xue Dinglu's hand, said.

She looked to be under 15 years old and a high school girl, but compared to the blonde, blue-eyed American high school girls in TV dramas, this girl had faint dark circles under her eyes and looked listless, as if she hadn't had enough rest.

"What's wrong?" Xue asked in return.

"The consequences of not studying here are dire! Don't wander around, or something will come and grab you!" The girl, very familiar with the place, leaned close and whispered.

Xue Dinglu was not used to this natural and familiar attitude.

"Then why don't you go to study?" Xue Luding's doubts were palpable. In such a school, this "bad boy" dressed as a blonde bombshell was so conspicuous.

"Because I'm a bad girl, I can't afford to be lazy anymore, so I'll just open up and marry a good husband. If I'm lucky, I can get a large share of the property in a divorce, and my husband will have to send child support every month..." This seems to be the shameless words of a truant blonde hottie.

Xue's Law: "..."

You're quite honest, aren't you? Whoever marries you will be incredibly unlucky.

Xue Dinglu was at a loss for words when it came to this girl. Similarly, she was the first "person" he had met since arriving here who could communicate normally with him and provide him with information.

Outside the school are twisted "zombies," and inside the school are all learning machines—he is the only person who can communicate with others.

"What exactly happened here?" Xue asked.

He wasn't just referring to the school, but also to the zombies outside who seemed to have been "drained."

"Haven't things always been like this here?" The hot girl seemed puzzled as to why Xue Dinglu was talking nonsense.

Xue's Law: "???"

“This has always been the case here. Children are sent here and study hard until they graduate and get into a school. If they’re lucky, they can take on decades of loans and become private lawyers, doctors, or other elites. If they’re even luckier, they can become state or federal employees,” the hot girl explained to Xue.

"But if you're unlucky, then you'll just have to work your whole life with the loan. You might not be able to pay it off until you're old, or you might never be able to pay it off in your lifetime. Anyway, you can survive by selling blood. Work a little, sell some blood, and that's a pretty good life, isn't it?" She spoke of these terrifying things with an air of nonchalance.

This level of abstraction is something Xue's Law could never have imagined.

"And what about you? How come you're still able to stay curled up here?" This was Xue's biggest question. In this strange village and school, this seemingly normal blonde bombshell was actually the most abnormal one.

It's like if a world full of deformed, twisted, fleshy monsters suddenly appears, and a beautiful girl who conforms to traditional aesthetic standards suddenly appears, then that beautiful girl might not be a real girl, but an evil god...

"I told you I was slacking off, and I'll live off my husband for the rest of my life. Wait, let's go... the student council is coming to enforce discipline!" The blonde bombshell grabbed Xue Dinglu's hand and began to evade their scrutiny.

When Xue Dinglu turned his head, he saw a group of puppets with countless tangled threads behind them. They held forms in their hands, recording the situation of each class and classroom, and scoring each place.

Xue's Law observed that low-scoring classes were taken away, and when they returned, they were completely different...it felt almost mechanical...

But it seems there were no consequences as she described. One can only wonder if this child had been punished before, which explains the deep psychological trauma she carries.

“No, Xue, there’s something wrong with the girl next to you.” Old Barak put down his phone again and said to Xue Luding.

"I've known for a long time that she has a problem, but I just don't know exactly what it is," Xue Dinglu complained.

“You may not have noticed, but in the hour you were together just now, she seemed to have visibly grown up, like she suddenly grew more than a year older,” the old ghost said.

"Grow up?" Xue Luding asked, puzzled.

"When you first met her, her measurements were 72-52-70, clearly the figure of a little girl," the old ghost said. "But only an hour later, her measurements are now 77-52-72, she has obviously grown a lot."

Xue's Law: "?"

No, even this local doesn't know the meaning or measurement method of size. You guys can measure size with your naked eye after going online?

Chapter 192 Brother, brother, you smell so good!

Are you all humanoid scanners? You're like that, and so is the brave old man; you can all tell a person's body shape at a glance? That's ridiculous!

Xue Dinglu immediately looked the blonde bombshell up and, sure enough, noticed something was off.

An hour ago, she seemed to be just like the average middle school student, except that her chest wasn't as big as a boy's even when she was dressed.

But in just one hour, she had matured a lot. If she was a high school girl who had just entered high school, she was now like a college girl about to enter university, with her chest size increasing by more than one size.

"Hmm, are you curious about this?" She seemed nonchalant, casually lifting up the fat in front of her body without a care in the world.

Another class of students was sent into the solitary confinement room. At this time, Xue Lude paid special attention to the girl and noticed that she had grown even larger. Now, she was about the size of a normal adult European or American woman.

Xue Dinglu ignored the somewhat crazy and eccentric girl.

He had already guessed a lot...

"You're just a ghost of this school, aren't you?" Xue Dinglu asked.

The blonde bombshell paused, then reached out and touched Xue Luding's forehead, saying, "Are you having an attack? You don't have a fever?"

"Maybe, I'm probably sick..." Xue Dinglu smiled, but at this moment, he began his experiment, materializing his fantasies.

In front of the girl, he chose Amei's most classic "Spider-Man" image and instantly changed into the Spider-Man suit.

The girl's pupils widened in disbelief as she exclaimed, "Bro, you're Spider-Man? OMG! Bro, bro, you smell so good, how about being my husband?"

Her thoughts were very disjointed, like Harley Quinn, both erratic and repressed.

At that moment, Xue Dinglu and the old ghost clearly saw that she had shrunk dramatically from her previous figure, which resembled that of a female college student. She also seemed to become younger, soon looking even younger than when they first met, only about 12 years old, like a flat doll.

"Did you see clearly, Xue boy?" the old ghost said.

"I think I understand now. She might be the embodiment of all the students' last fantasies in this school..." Xue Dinglu closed his eyes. He had discovered this during the experiment just now. "A ghost formed from the last fantasies of teenagers after the children have been stripped away..."

Xue's Law laughed: "So, she embodies all the flaws of teenagers: repression, truancy, giving up, greed, eccentricity... but she also embodies all their good qualities..."

"I think I know what the rituals of those corrupt mystics are."

……

On Odysseus's side, with the old man who loves crafts.

"Bro, it's getting cold, put on a scarf to keep warm." The old man with Howard's face was adjusting the scarf around the neck of the person opposite him.

Beneath the scarf, the fire of the soul quietly infiltrated the mystic's body. For Odysseus, possessing a person of legendary status posed little challenge.

Although he's not very good, that's only relative to high-level games. In low to mid-level games, Odysseus is still a master at bullying enemies of legendary rank and below.

"Haha, brother, Lord Brington is ready, please come in!" The old man who loves crafts began to walk into the magnificent church.

Mousse, Indonesia, 384 kilometers northeast of Boston, is the stronghold of those degenerate mystics.

The two split up: Odysseus was to investigate the evil spirits summoned by the group of fallen mystics, while the old man who loved crafts was to go directly to Brinton and the person who might be controlling Brinton behind the scenes.

If given the chance, try to kill the mastermind behind it all.

Although it was a bit risky, the old man who loved crafts felt he still had a chance. After all, he wasn't the real science fiction horror writer, but rather an evil spirit personified by the world's perception of "Cthulhu horror." His abilities included, but were not limited to, the language of the Ancients, face-changing by the Faceless Men, and reality distortion.

If he plays well, he has a great chance to take down the opponent directly.

Meanwhile, Odysseus, much like Agent 47, successfully infiltrated the church's underground by repeatedly changing his possession targets.

During his intelligence gathering, he discovered that this was the area where these corrupt mystics hid their evil spirits, and also the place where they made sacrifices.

He once again possessed a near-legendary fallen mystic by gifting him a scarf, and then killed the previous body and disposed of the evidence.

He even chose to use part of the Sky Thunder's power to burn the corpse because he was afraid that it would be exposed by being swallowed by the tree roots.

In his previous investigation, he had already discovered the evil spirits of the fallen mystics, one of which was the Wendigo they already knew. But the remaining evil spirits made him frown.

The group of mystics summoned a total of four evil spirits: one was a brain monster with eyes, another was a twisted, skeletal humanoid skeleton with a clock made of bones behind it, and the last one, the strongest, was an evil spirit that even Odysseus felt oppressed by.

A near-Tier 5 evil spirit! It was an evil spirit that resembled a bone prison, filled with the skeletons of countless birds.

No, how could the evil spirits they summoned be something like this? This was Odysseus's bewildered thought.

Their evil spirit companions include the old man who loves crafts, little Annabelle, and Barak, the undead who is said to be Xerides' former teacher.

Although they are evil spirits in essence, they are at least evil spirits that have been passed down or actually existed.

Unlike here, apart from the Wendigo being an evil spirit that originated in the Americas, what are the abstract concepts of the Brain Monster, the Skinny Evil Spirit, and the Bone Prison Evil Spirit?

Odysseus had been surfing the internet for quite some time and was confident that he had some understanding of folk horror culture, but he couldn't find any specific concept to represent these three evil spirits.

However, it is clear that these three evil spirits are many times more powerful than Wendigo.

The Wendigo is already one of the most famous evil spirits in the Americas, but what monster is several times stronger than the Wendigo?

Odysseus slipped in without hesitation, and as he looked up, he saw a scene that made him frown.

One after another, "eggs" grow on the trees, and through the dim light, you can see that each egg contains a rapidly growing baby.