In the soundproof room, it seemed as if the entire sound wave of the pool of wine had been neutralized.

Compared to the decadent desires and hormonal environment outside, the atmosphere inside the box with the four Old Dengs was terrifyingly quiet.

Indeed, there were four Old Dengs; even the youngest, Howard, was in his forties. He poured drinks for everyone and began his story.

"After the Salem tragedy, Blington began integrating the entire Mystical Community. Through the 'Magic' he mastered, he claimed that as long as you joined them, you would contribute your 'Magic' for free."

"Hiss..." Austin drew in a sharp breath.

He knew what kind of temptation the information about Magic was to other Mystic Scholars. No wonder the entire Mystical Community had fallen.

There was no other way. For the Mystic Scholars who were like scratching an itch through a boot, Magic was everything.

"But why didn't you go?" Austin asked.

"I've been deceived too many times. A few years ago, I was tricked into marriage, and then half of my company was divided. Even if my identity as a Mystic Scholar is exposed, half of my Technique and Ritual Items would also be divided, so this time I was cautious and decided to wait and see first," Howard said, starting to cover his face directly.

This left the other three old men speechless.

How can a divorce still divide half of a Technique? What on earth?

Old Le and Odysseus exchanged a glance, reaching a consensus, if this guy continues to spout nonsense, they'd give him a good beating later.

"Forget it, that's all beside the point. Like me, there were many who were cautious, but when the returnees brought back real Magic, the others couldn't sit still anymore, and they all joined Blington to obtain the 'Evil Spirit Rebirth' Technique," Howard said, downing a glass of wine, and then pouring himself another.

He also zestfully sliced a fresh lemon and squeezed the juice into his glass.

"Evil Spirit Rebirth? Is that the Technique that uses negative emotions to create Evil Spirits?" Austin responded.

"Pretty much, my information is also scarce here. This way, most of them have defected to Blington, but I was still a bit unsure, so I continued to observe, and that's when I discovered the problem..." he said, his voice much quieter, "They are all dead, all puppets!"

"Even Blington is a puppet!"

This information made all the old men pick up their drinks and take a sip without realizing it.

"What do you mean?" Odysseus asked.

"Their bodies are dead, only their souls shrunk into a brand new shell. Isn't that death then? Luckily, I've been tricked enough times to be wary, otherwise, I'd be one of them. I even have my ex-wife to thank for that."

The other three old men: "..."

"In short, don't get involved. I survived this year by desperately hiding my identity. That ex-wife who took half my assets has already been killed by them. Maybe I should thank them, but that's not important. In short, they're definitely up to something, but I can't do anything about it. Look at me now, I've already struggled with all my might to survive..."

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

Only then did the others realize he wasn't a guest here, but rather one of the 'ducks', meaning someone who offered his body for wealthy women to play with, probably wearing out quite a few steel wool pads.

The pupils of the three old men began to quiver violently, and they then truly saw that Howard was indeed a handsome older man, fit, and perhaps some wealthy women favored this type.

At the same time, they understood why he could escape the Mystic Scholars' pursuit. He was too dedicated; who would imagine a Mystic Scholar hiding in a bar as a 'duck'.

If it weren't for Austin's special contact method, he wouldn't have exposed his whereabouts at all.

"So, Howard, are you willing to join us to destroy those fallen Mystic Scholars and save the world?" Austin reached out his hand, facing this man who was once his half-student.

"Save the world? Just the four of us?" Howard looked like he was hearing a joke. He assessed Old Le and Odysseus, then immediately shut up.

With his experience in dealing with countless people, he quickly realized their extraordinary nature. Mystic Scholars? No, they might be even more terrifying entities.

However, he still swallowed hard and said, "But Mr. Austin, I don't think the four of us can accomplish anything big. You have no idea how strong our enemies are, how much they control. Right now, if we go out, it's like hitting a stone with an egg. We can't possibly win."

"I've also tried to resist, but there's nothing I can do. The Celestial Technique I'm proud of is like trash in the hands of those Evil Spirits. You know what I feel like? Damn it, I feel like an idiot college student who wandered into Crystal Lake, and opposite me are those undead legends and Evil Spirits!"

As he spoke, this middle-aged man began to cry.

The others remained silent, perhaps as they could empathetically feel his frustration, a Mystic Scholar being hunted by countless Evil Spirits, his year probably more desperate than an ordinary person in a horror movie.

"We can do it. Let me introduce the other two here. Once you know their identities, you'll understand," Austin said, pointing to the people on the side.

"This is 'Old Le', a product summoned by the Evil Spirit," Austin said.

Howard froze, and his pupils instantly contracted. This male-gigolo Mystic Scholar, at this moment, only felt his limbs turn cold on a hot day, his whole body trembling.

"Rest assured, our Evil Spirit Summoning is a different technique from theirs. I am in the flesh." Old Austin casually sliced his finger open with a hand knife, revealing fresh blood.

Then, to gain his trust, he silently lifted his mask a little from an angle only he could see.

"Hiss…" Howard the cowboy gasped.

"This one is the Greek hero, Odysseus, emm… for now, just assume he's been reborn as an Evil Spirit." Austin continued to introduce.

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

"We also have other allies, like Blington from your world's epics, and many others, so there's no need to be afraid, we're all here." Odysseus reassured the cowboy.

The cowboy fell silent at this moment, even feeling that he had walked on thin ice all this time just for today's revelation.

"Odysseus, damn, my grandpa always boasted that we're descendants of Odysseus. Look, is it true?" The cowboy suddenly appeared before Odysseus, heedlessly taking a drop of his own blood without any hesitation.

Odysseus: "…"

He doesn't recognize such descendants.

But he was indeed curious and tested it, then he was stunned.

Inside Howard, there indeed was his bloodline! Although very scarce, only about one in several hundred parts could be traced back to him, but he was indeed his descendant.

Despite the bloodline being diluted through thousands of generations.

Not only his own, but he even sensed a one-thousandth part of Hercules' bloodline, a several-thousandth part of Hector's bloodline, and bloodlines of other old friends on this person.

A mix of many thousands of generations, plus the fact that there were quite a few in those generations, perhaps all of Greece and Turkey now could more or less be their descendants…

He felt the bloodline in this embarrassing cowboy, didn't want to acknowledge it, but still said, "You do indeed… have a little bit of my bloodline…"

"Oh oh oh, damn, grandpa wasn't wrong, I really am a hero's descendant…"

Seeing this descendant's embarrassing look, Odysseus covered his face.

Now he had more reason to intervene here.

"In any case, want to join us in saving the world? Let's burn those fallen mystic scholars to ashes!" Austin said, downing his drink in one gulp.

"Of course it has to be me! To save the world with ancestors and Old Austin, it's worth dying for!" Howard the cowboy declared, downing his drink in one gulp.

"Let's go!"

Then the F4 stepped out with their left foot together, leaving the box, at this moment, as if strange words circled around the four of them.

"Can you find their hideout?" Old Austin asked.

"Ha, hiding from them is tough, but finding them is a piece of cake?" The cowboy regained his confidence, the confidence of a mystic scholar.

Old Austin and Odysseus exchanged a glance, their mischievous ideas began to grow wildly, fiercely, explosively.

"First let him summon an Evil Spirit, and then we can start our action." Odysseus said.

"Agreed." Old Austin also said with a smile.

Austin and the cowboy were a bit stunned, only feeling a chill, as if these two elders were thinking of something terrifying. Like reaching a consensus, the eerie smiles of the two old men were like demons.

No, they themselves were "Evil Spirits" (from the perspective of this mystic scholar).

Soon, they arranged the ritual, this time it went even more smoothly, and Xue Dili's Fantasy Manifestation also granted them permission to use it.

In everyone's gaze, a little girl holding a teddy bear appeared at the ritual site, she looked around at the 4 old men, still pretending to be a lady while holding the teddy bear, her stitched-like face saying, "Let me introduce myself, Annabelle the Evil Spirit, the embodiment of all 'little witch' and 'doll' fears."

"Come on, bro, let's begin our action before the world ends." The cowboy mystic scholar extended his hand.

...

The Holy Church, where Xue Dili walked in at this time.

He might have already found some hideouts of those fallen mystic scholars, such as this Holy Church, which was one of them.

In the distance, the bell seemed to toll, as if it were the death knell for the end of the world.

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