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

"Something's wrong. You need to stop the bleeding right away, and then use the divine magic I taught you to stabilize your body." The old undead's voice came from your mind.

"it is good!"

Several hours later, as darkness fell, Xue Dinglu finally stopped the bleeding. He didn't know why, even though it was just a simple nosebleed, he couldn't stop it no matter what he tried.

Blood was dripping in many places in the dilapidated courtyard, and his clothes were stained red with blood in many places.

The old spirit remained silent, as if examining his body.

"Kid, I have bad news for you." The old undead's tone was very serious, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"What's wrong?" Xue Dinglu leaned weakly against a pile of hay.

He was puzzled as to why he was so stressed, and how could his body, which was now at least beginning to enter the realm of the extraordinary, be even more fragile than when he was in high school?

"The living cannot use the power of the dead." The old undead's words carried a stern warning.

"Just now, I sensed that some of your organs were beginning to show signs of death. Fortunately, you are gradually recovering. However, if you use it again, your life will be gradually corrupted by the undead, until you irreversibly become an undead yourself..."

The old man spoke as if he were a parent scolding a child, his tone filled with unparalleled seriousness.

"At this rate, you can only use my power a maximum of four times."

"Each time you use it, you will lose a quarter of your life. After the fourth use, you will die completely..."

"And what rises from you is merely a pathetic ghost carrying your memories."

"And now, you only have three-quarters of your life left."

The old ghost's words struck Xue Dinglu's heart like a resounding bell. He silently looked at his hands covered in blood, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

Chapter 7 Then I'll ask you

Life seems to be full of ups and downs.

Xue Lu regretted not bringing a mirror. Perhaps if he looked in the mirror now, he could find a grotesque lion reflected in his pupils.

"So, does that mean I can transform twice more?" Xue asked the old man.

The old ghost seemed speechless at those words; he hadn't expected the young man to be so optimistic even in such circumstances.

"Don't worry, I'll restrain myself. I won't use your power unless necessary," Xue Luding said to the old undead with an indifferent expression.

The old spirit remained silent. Was that what he meant?

He wanted Xue Dinglu to pay attention to his body and stop using his power, as Xue Dinglu couldn't afford the price of that power.

But Xue's law seemed to ignore it.

"Suit yourself!" The old undead seemed annoyed, and roared impatiently in a hoarse voice.

However, Xue Dinglu lay down on the blood-stained straw with an indifferent expression, as if nothing had happened. He didn't seem to care at all about losing a quarter of his life, which made the old ghost even more furious.

Then, in a fit of anger, he snapped.

Finally, he said, "Forget about the royal family and that Julia family. Let's kill that traitor and the old king and go back to your world."

"You've given up on revenge?"

"No, it just feels meaningless now." The old undead looked at the decaying capital of the empire.

Decades have passed, and things have changed. The once mighty empire is now reduced to a mere capital city struggling to survive.

Those former enemies are all around a hundred years old now.

The old undead felt lost. He didn't know what he could do after coming to this empire. With his current power, he seemed to be able to do anything, yet he also seemed to be unable to do anything.

It was as if only the emptiness and loneliness etched into his bones tormented him.

"Go back to your world soon. It's the last few days. I still want to see Daigo." Perhaps this was the last wish the old spirit had left. "Let's not disturb his life. Let's see him from afar, even just once..."

Xue's Law: "..."

His face immediately turned sour.

You still can't let go, you still want to see Daigo!

Old man, you've been ruined by Japanese male idols!

He gained a deeper understanding of the old man's stubbornness, but a concert by Nagano Hiroshi was out of the question.

The procedures for going abroad take at least a week, but the old man only has less than three days.

After seven days, who knows what the consciousness space will become? He doesn't know if the old man will still be there.

Isn't this making things difficult for him, a law-abiding young man?

"By the way, that priest in the back row, the one who looks like a female pope, is she really your granddaughter?" Xue Dinglu hurriedly started to find a topic to avoid the old man being so fixated on finding Daigu.

And he was indeed puzzled. He had looked through many of the old people's memories, but he had never seen this person in them and had no recollection of him at all.

"You mean Alora?" The old man's attention was finally drawn. He gazed at the sky and sighed again. "Yes, but I'm a terrible grandfather. She escaped the purge twenty years ago. Well... well, it's all for the best..."

As if struck by a sudden thought, the old ghost's soul fire flickered in his empty eye sockets. He glanced at Xue Dinglu and instantly seemed to have an idea.

Xue Daolu felt that a light bulb was about to light up next to the old man's hideous skeletal head.

"What do you think of Alora? Is it pretty? Does it suit your taste?" the old undead asked hurriedly. "Isn't it long-legged, slim-waisted, and big-breasted?"

"?"

"Boy, say something!" the old undead continued to press urgently.

"It's... alright..." Xue Dinglu replied perfunctorily, against his true feelings.

In fact, he didn't even notice what the female pope looked like. He was already in the middle of a high-speed battle, and the perspective after the transformation was completely different from the normal one.

He tried hard to recall the pope from his memory, but all he could think of was her noble demeanor, and that was it.

As for her looks... she's a bit like the evil queen from the Snow White movie, but prettier.

The deepest impression I have is of the thunderous roar when he gasped for breath.

Well, he was only focused on "fighting and having fun" before, since transforming was like driving a dangerous Gipsy Danger.

Upon hearing Xue's reply, even though the old undead had transformed into a hideous skeletal demon, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hey kid, do you want a wife?"

"?"

The old ghost's whimsical remark must have made Xue's brain spit out smoke.

"I can't stay in this world anymore. I'm entrusting Alora to your care. Go to your peaceful and hopeful world."

The old ghost seemed to have finally stopped being confused. He spoke to Xue Dinglu in a slightly "lewd" manner, like a kidnapper.

"Look how Alora has grown up. She's become a very nice woman, hasn't she? You'll definitely like her figure and looks. You can get married and have seventeen or eighteen children."

"As long as I have a youngest son with the surname Barak, my family will have been passed down in another world."

The old ghost, like a chattering flour merchant or a madam, began relentlessly promoting to Xue Lude just how outstanding his granddaughter was.

Xue's law was stunned.

"Look at Alora, she's a natural birth type, she'll definitely be a good mother, a good wife, and she'll be able to have many children, and she won't be as spoiled as the women in your world..."

"Stop, stop..." Xue Dinglu paused, wondering where the old undead had learned some strange terms.

Even terms like "safe delivery" have popped up. The old man has only been online for a few days, and it seems he's already been completely assimilated by the internet.

"We're not a good match, are we? Your granddaughter is almost old enough to be my mother." Xue Dinglu rubbed his temples, feeling utterly speechless at the old man.

"Isn't there an old saying in your world, 'A woman thirty years old is worth the world'?" the old ghost immediately added.

Xue's Law: "..."

Where did you learn this from?

"Don't worry about the age gap being too big. She's already a near-legendary. With divine magic, she won't start aging until at least sixty. If she can become a legend, she might not start aging until eighty. By then, you'll be in your fifties or sixties, so you'll be aging around the same time..."

"We don't speak the same language..."

“My granddaughter is very smart. In just over ten days, she will be able to learn the language of your world completely.”

"Our values ​​are incompatible..."

"Don't worry, my granddaughter is very considerate..."

Xue was thoroughly fed up with the old man's repeated sales pitches about his granddaughter; the old man's stubbornness was driving him crazy.

Just like a Tang Monk constantly singing "only you" in a 36D surround sound effect in your ear, Xue's Law cannot even be muted or blocked.

It was truly the ultimate "enjoyment".

"Then let me ask you, do you not have a girlfriend?"

"Then let me ask you, isn't Alola known for its long legs, slim waist, and large breasts?"

"Then let me ask you this: Alora's current status doesn't allow her to have any romantic relationships, so both of you are unmarried. Does that prove that you two are a match made in heaven?"

"Then let me ask you..."

Chapter 8 The Innately Evil Old Ghost from Another World

"Stop asking, stop asking... You're driving the child crazy!" Xue Dinglu's expression was becoming as abstract as the song "The Scream".

He's only 18, how come he's already being pressured to get married and have seventeen or eighteen children?

There was once an abstract joke circulating online that parents could go from forbidding early romantic relationships to urging their children to get married and have kids in just two days, during the college entrance exam.

Before the college entrance exam: Early romantic relationships are prohibited!

After the college entrance exam: When are you going to bring a girlfriend home?

He had a rather unusual experience.

"Let's go kill the emperor!" Xue Luding decided to skip the topic. In an instant, his face seemed to have gained tough lines. The moonlight cast shadows on his face, making him look like a "lone wolf".

The old man was indeed a single-threaded CPU. The old ghost thought about it and realized that the two of them had indeed wasted so much time.

Their time was already running out. The old spirit wanted to see Daigo with his own eyes, and wanted to see his only descendant find new happiness in another peaceful and safe world, and have dozens of children and grandchildren...

Suddenly, he seemed to have so many things he wanted to do.