An invincible journey starting from a different race

Gan Qiu nodded in understanding and said, "You think it's easier for you to accept her as your stepmother than someone else, right?"

"You... don't seem to be wrong," Stank said through gritted teeth. "But I never thought that such an upright person like her would betray my father over something like this. I really can't accept it, and it gives me a bad feeling."

Aesop asked, "What's this bad feeling?"

Stank shook his head and did not answer immediately, but said, "You'll know soon."

Next, Stank found the remaining three people at an extremely fast speed.

And these three times, he didn't even say a word of greeting, but directly swung the clone on his shoulder towards them, highlighting his simplicity and brutality.

And the response he got... was also simple and crude.

As soon as those clones touched their lower abdomens, they quickly bounced back, giving people the feeling of passing through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on them.

By the time the clone bounced back from the last target, everyone knew what Stank's "bad premonition" was.

Damn, none of these five are true!

Stank's face looked very ugly.

The three of them gathered around him, not knowing how to comfort him.

Stank lit a cigarette for himself, leaned against the wall, and stared blankly at the setting sun in the distance.

After a long time, he sighed heavily.

"I never expected this to happen." Stank's expression was complicated. "That old man... I mean, my dad, even though he did a lot of bad things in his life, he was generally a good man. Why did he end up like this?"

"You've met the wrong person," Jer asked. "Are you going to tell your father?"

"Of course," Stank said, "but I need to think carefully about how to tell him. He's already old, and I'm afraid he won't be able to accept this result."

"It's really hard to accept." Jer nodded and said, "You have to think about how to comfort him. Even though you and your father don't get along, he really needs your comfort at a time like this."

"Yes." Gan Qiu also spoke in a rare human voice. "At this time, you must tell him that even if he has nothing left, he still has you, his biological son. According to my experience, you should not say anything later. Just go up to him and give him a hug to comfort his wounded heart."

Stank nodded.

At this moment, Old suddenly appeared. He saw Stank and the others and immediately frowned. "What are you doing here? Why did a bunch of people just come to me and complain that you threw something with a strange smell on them?"

Seeing Olde, Stank remembered Gan Qiu's words and immediately put out the cigarette in his hand. Then he walked over to him and opened his arms to hug him: "Dad, listen to me..."

But before he could finish his words, the little Stank on his shoulder, which had not yet dissipated, suddenly rushed in front of Olde, and then with a "quack", it bounced aside in an instant, just like its reaction to the five concubines just now.

This sudden action stunned everyone.

Only Aesop reacted first and turned to look at Stank.

"Oh, so it's not my biological child...it's you."

Stank: “?”

Three, two, one, because you're as gay as me!

"You're saying you're not my biological child?" Older looked at Stank with dissatisfaction. "Can you please stop being so stupid? How could you possibly not be my biological child? Although your IQ alone doesn't seem like it, you weren't that stupid before. Did you wander around for too long and accidentally lose your brain?"

The group returned to Olde's mansion, and facing Olde's sharp and harsh taunts, Stank became even more angry.

"It's already this late, with overwhelming evidence, and you still don't dare admit it?" Stank pointed at Olde and said, "Do you intend to keep this secret forever?"

"What's a secret? I, your father, have always been aboveboard. Why wouldn't I admit something like this?" Older said. "And what exactly is this irrefutable evidence you're talking about? That inexplicable villain from earlier? He ran away from me and then disappeared. Can that be considered irrefutable evidence? Did you get your head stuck in the door?"

"That's the best proof!"

"Why is this the best proof?" Alder said, "Tell me first, what is that thing made of?"

"Of course it's mine..." Stank subconsciously wanted to blurt out the raw materials of the clone, but even at this moment, he did not completely lose his mind. He realized in time that if some things were said out loud, he would lose his life as a human being. So he stopped himself and pushed Aesop out. "He made that verification clone. Aren't you still his loyal reader? Will you believe him?"

Older looked at Aesop who was pushed out and said, "I didn't expect you could do a paternity test."

Aesop replied: "A little bit, a little bit."

The corner of Older's mouth twitched slightly. He was clearly mocking Aesop just now, but didn't this guy hear it?

According to the records in Aesop's Fables, Aesop was supposed to be a very powerful magician, but no one could guarantee that the book was a non-fiction. What if this guy just made it up? Anyway, after this incident, Olde felt that Aesop probably didn't have any real skills.

"You'd rather trust your friends than your father?" Older turned his gaze to Stank again and said seriously, "Even if you don't trust me, you don't even want to trust your mother? Do you think your mother is that kind of person?"

Stank choked.

Yes, he really didn't trust Olde very much, not in any way.

But regarding his late mother, Stank was unwilling to have any doubts. And if he was not Alder's biological son, then the problem was not with Alder, but with his mother.

Thinking of this, Stank felt like his head was about to explode.

"What the hell is going on!" Stank clutched his hair tightly, looking very painful. "My mother is gone, how can I know the truth? Aesop's magic has never been wrong!"

Older was a little surprised to hear Stank's evaluation of Aesop.

After all, Older didn't know Aesop, but he did know his son. He knew exactly how powerful Stank was. Anyone without real skills wouldn't be able to pretend in front of Stank. So he looked at Aesop again, this time with much more care, and gradually understood why Stank was in so much pain.

"Listen, silly boy." Older looked at Stank and said, "I know you trust your friend very much, but this time, the only one who made the mistake is your friend, because we are father and son, and you are my biological child, and the evidence is irrefutable."

"What evidence do you have? Don't just say it."

"You're the one who opened your mouth." Olde raised his hand and pointed at Stank. "The evidence is right on your body. This is something that only my father and I can use. It's the symbol of our family! It's always been with you, you just didn't notice it."

Stank was puzzled by what he was saying. He lowered his head, looked at his body, and asked, "Why don't I know what symbols are on my body? Are you talking about birthmarks? But I don't remember any strange birthmarks on my body."

"Of course it's not something as weak as a birthmark!" Older narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's a secret heirloom of our family, known as the Black Moon Scimitar!"

Stank was even more baffled. "Are you getting senile? Who uses knives in our house? Don't we all use swords? And you still say you can't just speak without thinking!"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Olde shouted "Wrong" three times. "I'm not talking about your sword, but..."

His fingertips gradually moved down to Stank's lower body.

"Yes, this sword!"

Stank was stunned. He didn't react at first and didn't know what Olde was talking about.

But Older kept going.

"Our family has wielded... curved swords for generations! Curvier than a crescent moon, curvier than a banana!" Older said. "When it's fully extended, it resembles a bright moon, inviting longing! That's why it's called the 'Xuanyue Scimitar'."

After Olde's detailed explanation, everyone finally understood what the Black Moon Scimitar he was talking about was. After all, everyone was an old driver who had been immersed in the Nightmare Shop for many years, so almost in an instant, everyone turned their eyes to where Stank hid his sword... Oh no, where the knife was hidden.

Stank was dumbfounded. He had clearly come to Olde to question him and discuss an extremely serious topic with him.

But why, at this moment the style of painting is completely different.

"What the hell are you talking about, asshole!" Stank couldn't help but roar, "Can this thing be used as evidence?"

"Of course." Older pointed his finger at Jer, "Young elf, are you gay?"

Jer shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, I'm not gay."

"Then this little halfling brother..." Alder turned to Ganqiu again, "Are you gay?"

"No, no, no, mine can't bend." Gan Qiu, whose penis was not long enough, also shook his head.

"Then, human brother, are you gay too?" Olde asked Aesop again.

Aesop pondered for a moment, then began to unbuckle his belt, as if wanting to find out what was going on.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's no need to verify this, no need for that!" Jer quickly stopped Aesop.

"See, no one is." Older finally turned his gaze to his son, Stank. "Only the two of us are... To be more precise, only our family is. Our family has been Black Moon Scimitars for generations! I've noticed this since your first sword practice. My son, I know you are definitely my biological son, and I also know that you will definitely have the same outstanding popularity with women as me in the future. The reason is just that one!"

Alder exclaimed in shock.

"Because you're just as...bent as me!"

322 taels of bread with cheese

In order to make Stank believe him, Older almost gave him an on-site certification, but was stopped by Stank in time. Otherwise, the father and son would have had a sword duel in public... Oh no, a scimitar duel.

But to be on the safe side, Stank and Olde went to another small room to confirm, leaving Aesop, Jer and Ganqiu looking at each other in bewilderment.

"How are they going to confirm it?" Gan Qiu couldn't help but ask.

"How else can we confirm this?" Jer spread his hands and said, "Isn't that the only way to confirm it?"

"But isn't it a little strange that both father and son are so sure?" Gan Qiu thought for a moment and said, "It's indeed a little strange."

Jer said as if it was normal: "Haven't we encountered enough strange things?"

Then the two of them looked at Aesop together, but Aesop still had an innocent look on his face.

About ten minutes later, Stank and Alder emerged from the small room, their faces flushed red, but their expressions were completely different. Stank's face was filled with shame, while Alder's face... was filled with radiance.

"Very good, my son." Old patted Stank's shoulder vigorously and said, "After all these years, you have never neglected your knife sharpening memory. Now your knife is long and shiny. Your father is very satisfied."

"Will you shut the fuck up!"

Stank was on the verge of collapse. It was already strange and embarrassing enough, and now Alder was still talking so loudly. Stank really wanted to slap Alder to death and then find a crack in the ground to crawl into. But he also knew that the more he argued with Alder, the more excited he would be. So Stank quickened his pace, quickly walked past Alder, walked in front of Aesop, and then lowered his voice and said, "Is there something wrong with your magic? He is my biological father."

Aesop asked, "Have you verified it?"

"Ah."

Aesop tilted his head and said, "But generally speaking, that kind of thing can't be used as evidence."

"That's just generally speaking." Stank's face was strange. Although he was reluctant to discuss this matter in detail, he couldn't afford to be embarrassed at this moment, so he blurted it out. "But, it's really unusual. Damn, have you ever seen two identical swords in this world? I just saw one, so, as much as I hate to admit it, he must be my biological father."

Seeing Stank's certainty, Aesop had to start thinking about more possibilities: "If you say so, then your father-son relationship should be confirmed. But my magic doesn't make any mistakes... So what could have gone wrong?"

Stank's mouth twitched slightly. "You'd better think about the problem quickly, and then think about whether there is any way to help my father find his biological son."

"Let me think."

Stank really wanted Aesop to use his invincible star magic to think of a way to quickly resolve all the problems at home and with his father and leave as soon as possible. He really didn't want to stay in this crappy place for even a day.

But Stank knew that Aesop had many ways to directly find the answer, but that required not ordinary magic but arcane magic. And if he used arcane magic, the true arcanist, who was searching the world for him, would surely turn his attention to this place. So this was a dead end. Stank wanted Aesop to use his true power quickly so they could leave, but once he did, there was a good chance he wouldn't be able to leave.

Damn, this is too difficult.

"So there's no problem with the father-son relationship between Stank and Older, and you don't think your magic went wrong," Ganqiu asked. "Then what could be the reason?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "If there is no problem with either of these, then there is another possibility."

Stank asked subconsciously: "What is possible?"

Aesop glanced at Stank, then at Olde beside him, and said, "I can't verify this possibility now, but I can find someone else."

Looking for...someone else?

Stank frowned, suddenly feeling that something was not going well.

Sure enough, twenty minutes later, he and Olde stood on the frozen coffin, facing a piece of ice that was shining brightly in the ice... a butt.

"My son..." After seeing this scene, Olde was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, "Although I know you've been through a lot out there... aren't some of the things you did too much against human ethics?"

Stank couldn't help but hold his forehead, no longer wanting to explain any further.

When you are tired, destroy it quickly.

Stank was already in EMO, and the others were busy starting a fire, but this was not for cooking, but to thaw Lisa.

It’s not that they wanted to freeze Lisa, but they were so busy going to Happy last night that they forgot about Lisa’s existence.

"But why is she frozen?"

Everyone didn't understand.

Ling was still sleeping soundly in the coffin, but Lisa had turned into an ice sculpture.

By the way, are there two people missing?

What about Celine and Abby?

When the fire started to rise, Jel used magic to fuel it, finally recovering Lysa from her frozen state. Lysa, having recovered, looked around and, before anyone could ask, howled, "Ahhhhh, Aesop! You damn bastard! You left me here all alone to be abused by those two little bitches! I don't want to live anymore! I don't want to live anymore!"

When Lisa spoke, Olde, who was standing beside her, was immediately frightened.

Your mother's butt can talk?

Aesop added more firewood to Lysa and asked, "What happened?"

"You're asking what happened? Where did you bastards go last night?" Lisa said with gritted teeth. "Those two little bastards saw you weren't there, waited for a while, and when you didn't come back, they started planning to run away. Of course I wanted to stop them, but then they attacked me. Of course it's not that I couldn't beat them, it was just a surprise attack... And that's your fault! If I hadn't lost my upper body and was left with this weak lower body, how could I have been defeated by those two little noobs!"