The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

Xue Dinglu tentatively asked, "Old Deng the Undead?"

"Hmph, you still recognize me! You wicked brat, it's been so long since you finally contacted me." The old undead, at this moment, was no longer an undead at all.

He was more like a pure energy being, and even his golden and white wings almost blinded Xue Lude.

"No way, how could anyone recognize you like this! You were supposed to be a ghostly skeleton back then. It would be a miracle if I recognized you after all this plastic surgery!" Xue Dinglu immediately retorted.

He never expected that he would summon an "evil spirit." He thought it would be something strange or weird, but it turned out to be his old man.

Xue Lude could even sense that his state didn't seem fake; it was as if his own fantasy had materialized and created his physical form, and that the old ghost had truly come to Earth from their world.

That makes sense, really. The only one he could summon that was related to "evil spirits" was this old ghost.

Although it's quite abstract.

The old undead just arrogantly crossed his arms and snorted.

Then, he looked at Xue Dinglu with a surprised expression, paused for a moment, and asked, "You've reached the legendary level?"

"Hmm." Xue Dinglu stretched out his hand, magic flowing through it. He was currently at the third rank, but that was only on paper. Anyone who treated him as a normal third rank would surely die a very abstract death.

Xue Law is currently in a situation where, although he is only a level 6 hero, he has a fully equipped six-item build. With the support of the six-item build, his base stats are much higher than those of a max-level hero.

"Tsk tsk tsk, incredible, incredible! It's only been a short time and you've already become a legend? It took me 35 years to become a legend... You just changed the 'year' to 'day' in my legend?" After a long separation, the old undead, besides glaring and berating at the beginning, spent his time complaining about Xue's strength.

"So what is your current strength?" Xue Dinglu asked.

"Mythical level!" The old undead pointed to himself with apparent confidence and said, "Still not a weak existence among the mythical level."

Tsk, Xue's Law pretty much guessed it.

Back in the Empire, because the concept of "mythical" didn't exist, many top-tier legendary figures would call themselves legends instead of near-mythical.

At that time, he felt that the old undead and the Lich King were a level above other legendary figures.

The death of an old undead can replace the former pope and most of the Crusader army, and the Lich King can easily kill a newly advanced legendary.

However, it seems that the old undead's strength has only increased by a small amount, and this small increase may even be due to the boost given to him by the consciousness of the Lung Mist World after he became the World Guardian.

“Good food…” Xue Dinglu complained.

This naturally provoked the old undead to a series of angry outbursts, making him feel an urge to start a fight right now.

But soon, as always, he suddenly calmed down and asked, "Are you married now?"

Xue Law: "..."

Come again?

"I'm married!" Xue Dinglu quickly changed the subject. He really didn't want to listen to the old man's nagging anymore. It felt like being shoved with all sorts of young girls' phone numbers by his aunts and uncles when visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year.

They even hand over phone numbers ranging from nearly 40 to as young as 14.

"Then you should get a divorce quickly, and I'll find a way to get my granddaughter transferred to your household... You can marry my granddaughter first, and then remarry your ex-wife."

The old man's astonishing wisdom silenced Xue's logic; at that moment, his CPU was practically smoking.

Unable to stand the old man's incessant nagging any longer, I immediately took out my phone and opened the folder full of Ultraman pictures.

"Let me finish this first, then we can think about romance. Let me tell you, the enemies I've encountered in my world are a million times stronger than the Lich King. I'm pressed for time right now... Why don't you watch some Ultraman first..." After tossing the phone away, Xue Dinglu felt like he was trying to fool a disobedient relative's child during the New Year.

"Oh... then you go ahead and do your work. I'll definitely come and help you if you need anything..." The old ghost took the phone, not caring that it was only the size of his finger. He quickly opened the contents and found "Ultraman Tiga".

Xue Law: "..."

He had a feeling he'd unearthed a guy with side effects. What he needed now was someone who could gather intelligence and steal information. This old man's intelligence-gathering ability was worse than his own, so he'd better let him watch Ultraman in peace.

He began to confirm the intelligence and plans. Although Xue Dinglu did not find much information within the Secret Service, he noticed one place.

"The Holy Church? Where did this come from?" He pondered the information about this sect.

……

Meanwhile, on Odysseus's side...

“Professor Austin, you’re still alive? That’s a lucky miracle.” The three of them (the three souls) arrived at a bar where they met, and none of them were used to the environment.

The dance floor was filled with the acrid smell of tequila mixed with sweat. As the woman in the red dress twirled in her high heels, the arc of her skirt startled the smoke rings around the edge of the booth. The woman's collarbone was filled with ever-changing colored light. The men sat around an ice bucket, their ties already loosely hanging on the leather sofa. One of them was sticking a lemon slice to his Adam's apple, which was soaked with vodka.

This decadent environment was not suitable for either the old mystic, Odysseus, or even the old man who loved crafts.

Who could have imagined that the world was about to end, yet the people of this world seemed completely oblivious to it all.

“As expected, Howard, you didn’t fall into depravity with those guys.” Austin saw a middle-aged man across from him.

Actually, the man looked to be in his late forties, but to the three of them he was still a young man. At that moment, he was just like any other man in the bar who was there to pick up women, with a lipstick mark on his neck. Who would have thought he was a mystic?

Perhaps it was through this method that he escaped persecution from other corrupt mystics.

On stage, pole dancers performed a hot dance, while bartenders frantically shook champagne for the owners. A neon chef, wielding an ice scalpel, skillfully sliced ​​live tuna into sashimi with a pure ice samurai sword and served it to the guests.

"What exactly happened in the occult world during this past year?" Under these circumstances, Austin could only get straight to the point.

To his surprise, when he asked the question, the man named "Howard" on the other end immediately looked distraught.

"Let's go to the upper private room, I'll talk to you in detail..."

The group exchanged glances; they might have actually found the information they were looking for.

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, in order to gain his trust, she silently lifted a little bit of her mask from an angle that 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.