It wasn't just Strange.

Even the others in the operating room were stunned.

The patient here had just passed away when suddenly someone appeared, holding a suona and paper money, along with a bunch of black people carrying a coffin. Honestly, the scene was indeed too bizarre; they didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

Actually, under normal circumstances, they would try to chase people away.

But the Sargeras cult had recently spread such terrifying beliefs that these cultists genuinely possessed supernatural powers, making the doctors truly afraid.

What if they were a group of cultists?

These doctors and nurses were just ordinary people, and now that these fanatics were rampant, even daring to kill governing council members.

They were indeed worried about being implicated, so they all kept as quiet as cicadas in winter.

But their silence didn't mean others were afraid to speak.

"So, you say there's an emergency, and then you suddenly call us all out..." The one-eyed black man behind Fang Mo suddenly asked with a dark face: "…just to help you bury someone?"

"What burial, you speak so crudely."

Fang Mo replied directly: "What I'm doing is called the African Funeral, the soul soothing ceremony. In our ancient East, there's an unwritten rule that if an elderly person dies of old age, it's considered a 'happy funeral.' This old thing lived for several centuries, and today he finally kicked the bucket, so I must give him a grand send-off."

"But even if you plan to hold a funeral."

Hearing Fang Mo's statement, the other side couldn't help but remind: "Shouldn't you at least explain your purpose to the doctors first? Don't you think you're being quite frightening right now?"

"What's there to…"

Fang Mo was about to explain, but then Strange suddenly shivered violently: "Wuh!"

"What happened to this doctor?"

Nick Fury, clearly not recognizing Strange, thought he was just scared and kindly explained: "I'm sorry, sir, this is a secret operation by S.H.I.E.L.D., whatever you've seen, please understand."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Strange's soul had just returned to his body, and he looked at Nick Fury curiously: "What's that?"

"An organization that was ordered to be dissolved by the government of the United States long ago, known in the underworld as Marvel's Twilight, specializing in Hydra." Fang Mo briefly explained, then turned his attention to Strange: "But you, what were you doing just now? Why did I see you shivering on the Ancient One as soon as I came over?"

"…Huh?"

Strange was stunned after hearing this, the question was terrifying, almost scattering all the sorrow in his heart, so he quickly shook his head and said: "No, you misunderstood, I was just saying my final goodbye to the Ancient One in astral form."

"Did she say anything?"

Fang Mo asked.

"She asked me to inform you of her death." As his mentor had just passed away, Strange's expression was somewhat somber: "And also… she hoped I would inherit her mantle as the Sorcerer Supreme to help Earth against those evil gods from other dimensions."

"Oh, that way.”

Hearing Strange's statement, Fang Mo also slowly nodded: "Indeed, from the beginning, she intended to cultivate you as her disciple. Since this is her wish, I will support her as well. From now on, you are the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj."

"But I am far from worthy."

Strange couldn't help but speak up upon hearing this.

"It's okay, you can continue to learn slowly." Fang Mo smiled and patted Strange on the shoulder: "No boy is born with his hand on the helm; everyone learns gradually."

"I..."

Strange opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something more, but Fang Mo turned around and issued an order: "Alright, prepare the morticians, it's time to put the body in."

"Are we really going to put it in just like that?"

Hearing this, War Machine Rhodes couldn't help but ask: "Shouldn't we notify the family or something first?"

"Ha, she has no family left." Fang Mo laughed in response: "Surprising, isn't it?"

...

At this point, not just Rhodes, but Falcon Sam was equally speechless.

As for Nick Fury, who knew Fang Mo best, he silently turned to glance at Rhodes, his look clearly conveying a message: Why bother asking that?

After a brief hassle.

The body of the Ancient One, who died with eyes open, was also placed inside a coffin.

During this time, Strange also lent a hand, but since it was a funeral, nobody said a word, and the atmosphere in the operating room was very solemn.

"Now, what do you plan to do?"

After the embalming, Strange refocused his attention on Fang Mo: "Now that the Ancient One is dead, news of her death will soon spread across the entire multiverse. Not only will the actions of the Titan cult become more frenzied, but other dimensional demons may also stir. Earth won't take long to be invaded and devoured by these evil gods. Have you thought of any countermeasures?"

"What countermeasures could there possibly be?"

Fang Mo spread his hands and said: "Of course, it's to find a way to protect the sanctum. What else can we do? Would you believe me if I said I am Sargeras in disguise?"

"She said, only by uniting can we fight against the dimensional demons."

Strange took a deep breath and earnestly requested: "I need your help, Master Fang Mo. I initially became a doctor to save those innocent lives, but now... perhaps it's time to save lives in a different way."

"This..."

"Wait, did I hear that right?"

Before Fang Mo could finish, Nick Fury keenly sensed something: "Were you just discussing the crisis of Earth? Can someone explain to me what these dimensional demons you mentioned are? Are they aliens?"

"Sorry, this is a matter for sorcerers."

Strange glanced at Nick Fury, seemingly unwilling to explain: "Ordinary people can't fight against them."

"I am not an ordinary person, sir." Nick Fury immediately introduced himself: "I'm an old friend of your mentioned Master Fang Mo, and if you're looking to protect the safety of Earth, then I'm honored to say, the expert you need is right in front of you. I've protected the safety of this land beneath our feet more than once, yes... from a powerful sorcerer.”

Strange looked a bit confused at Nick Fury, then turned his head and asked Fang Mo: "Weren't those Black people the ones you paid to carry the coffin?"

"Damn, of course not, what the hell are you thinking?"

Fang Mo immediately widened his eyes upon hearing this.

"Uh, sorry, I thought you guys..." Strange paused, then quickly bowed his head preparing to apologize, but before he could finish, Fang Mo confidently responded.

"I didn’t spend any money, okay!?"

"..."

Hearing Fang Mo's words, everyone felt a headache coming on.

"Alright, let's start with introducing ourselves."

Having spent more time with Fang Mo, Nick Fury was more adaptable and was the first to recover, directly addressing Strange: "Not sure if you've heard about the Motherfucker Hero from Fang Mo, but that's me, Nick Fury, former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the real founder of the Avengers."

"What? The Avengers!?"

Before Strange could react, his ex-girlfriend Christine, who was not far away, widened her eyes in surprise: "My God, you guys finally showed up? I thought something had happened to you!?"

"It seems things have turned out worse than I expected."

Nick Fury also noticed Christine's reaction: "Can someone give me a simple explanation of what has happened on Earth in our absence?"

"An evil god from another dimension plans to destroy Earth."

Strange simply explained: "The body you just saw being carried is that of a great sacrifice."

"That sounds pretty bad." Hearing this, Nick Fury also turned to look at Fang Mo: "So, what do you plan to do about this?"

"I plan to hold a seventh-day mourning ritual for the Ancient One."

Fang Mo said.

"That's not what I'm asking." Nick Fury corrected: "I'm talking about the dimensional demon thing you mentioned, with things this serious you must have some plan, right? If I remember correctly, Thanos is still hiding in the shadows, and he has already collected three Infinity Stones, at a time like this…"

"I plan to hold a seventh-day mourning ritual for the Ancient One."

Fang Mo interrupted Nick Fury, reiterating his point.

"No, with Earth nearly being destroyed, what use is thinking about the seventh-day mourning ritual?" War Machine Rhodes couldn't stand listening any longer and couldn't help but interject: "If we don't come up with a plan soon, the next seventh-day mourning ritual will be for ourselves."

"I don’t care, I just want to hold the seventh-day mourning ritual for the Ancient One."

Fang Mo stubbornly said: "I’ve even thought about the opera troupe and the song to perform on stage, and I've bought the WIFI box exclusively for Kamar-Taj, nobody can stop me from holding the seventh-day mourning ritual for her."

"You…"

War Machine was instantly anxious.

However, at this moment, Nick Fury directly held him back and calmly said to Fang Mo: "This lady just died, the seventh day means after seven days, right? Could you please save the world in these seven days?”