American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 345 Allen scares away the ghost nun

Under the white cloth is a very old-fashioned oil painting.

The subject is a portrait of a nun.

Ok…

Allen stroked his chin, examining the oil painting.

I feel like I've seen it before, but I just can't remember it.

"If you don't have talent, don't embarrass yourself in public."

Allen crossed his arms and reached under his armpits, pulling out a whole set of cosmetics. A smug smile appeared on his lips: "Looks like I, the abstract painter of the soul, need to step in and fix it up."

As for where the cosmetics came from, they were found in the master bedroom last night when I was playing pranks on the spirits.

The specific events of last night were a painful memory for the dead.

As Allen was doodling on the nun's portrait, a figure emerged from the shadows in the corner.

Due to the lighting, only the lower half of the figure is visible, while the upper body remains hidden in the shadows, silently moving towards the position of the oil painting.

However, engrossed in his artistic creation, Allen was completely unaware that danger was approaching.

"Perfect!"

Before long, the oil painting was completely renewed.

"From this perspective, the artistic element is three or four stories high."

Allen raised the oil painting with satisfaction, but the approaching figure suddenly stopped, because the oil painting was a medium that reflected reality, and it had to be superimposed and combined to have the effect of interfering with reality.

Through Allen's artistic interpretation, the nun is no longer depicted as dignified, but rather imbued with a festive element.

A pair of bright red lips, round blush like a paper doll's face, and many freckles dotted around the eyes with an eyebrow pencil. The eyelashes are particularly well-done, and the wispy bangs are thoughtfully drawn on the forehead.

If your first impression of an oil painting is one of oppression and discomfort.

Now, it exudes a strange sense of humor from any angle.

"I am an abstract painter who studied under the Führer, and I'm sure I'll be able to sell my work for a high price in the future."

Knowing he was a man who was going to do great things, Allen didn’t hesitate to add his name to the signature.

A Greek painter, René E. Ada.

Put it back on the easel.

Finding nothing suspicious, Allen prepared to leave the attic.

I walked casually to the door, turned the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge.

"It's rusted?"

Allen examined the doorknob, looking puzzled, and said, "It was working just now."

At this moment, the shadow overlaps with the position of the oil painting, and a pair of pale, cracked hands grip the edge of the frame. In the shadows, a figure seems to be breaking free and descending into reality.

Something's up.

I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.

Allen turned around abruptly and saw a figure dressed in a nun's black robe, holding up an oil painting as a substitute for a head and looking at him.

An oil painting that has been artistically processed is by no means frightening.

"A ghost nun!?"

Suddenly I remembered a highly-rated horror movie.

One of the scenes was exactly the same.

The problem is that Allen never watches serious movies, but he is deeply involved in the adult horror and action film sector.

For example, the unforgettable five-part series revolves around the humiliating experience of the ghost nun's "uh-huh" sounds.

It's worth mentioning that Allen gave his comments very seriously.

The actor received a negative five stars.

The clothing is covered in stars.

As the ghost nun slowly approached, Allen leaned against the door and slowly raised the lipstick in his hand.

At this moment, the ghost nun stopped in her tracks, her golden eyes fixed on the other person as she pondered what tricks he was up to.

Allen pouted like a chrysanthemum as she applied a shade of bright pink lipstick, reminiscent of Barbie.

Boo!

Press your lips together to ensure even application.

"Come on, Beibei."

"..."

Allen pouted, his upper lip turned up high, and his eyes kept flashing flirtatious glances, looking extremely expectant.

Before, I could only look on with envy from behind a screen.

Now that the person in question is right in front of him, Allen wants to challenge his weakness.

Seeing this, the ghost nun hesitated.

You're crazy.

You're a demon, after all; can't you at least show some respect?

Allen Young nodded to signal them to hurry up, completely disregarding the feelings of the ghost nun.

However, the ghost nun eventually backed down and prepared to slowly retreat into the shadows.

"Don't run!"

I love female ghosts the most.

Having finally seized the opportunity, how could Allen possibly let it slip by?

Last time, he was extremely attentive to Ah Zhen.

With swift strides, he dashed toward the oil painting.

The ghost nun retreated swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, the painting returned to the easel, while her true form vanished into the shadows.

what…

Holding up the oil painting, Allen cried out with a resentful expression, "Sister, come out! I'm a sinner, I have sins, I need redemption, I need purification, not the immoral kind, give me a chance to start over..."

Unfortunately, no matter how much they pleaded, they received no response.

At the same moment, Rowling, who was giving a supernatural lecture at the University of Chicago, suddenly felt dizzy.

Ed, the husband who was playing the slideshow, immediately went to help his wife.

They are the infamous Warrens, the only exorcists officially recognized by the church.

He has solved hundreds of paranormal cases and has a warehouse full of paranormal items.

"Lowling, do you have a premonition?"

"That's right, Ed."

Rowling, with her eyes closed and fingers pressing on her temples to relieve the symptoms, explained, "I sensed the presence of an ancient and evil demon."

The students in the audience, unaware of what was going on, thought the husband-and-wife duo were just putting on a show.

After all, everyone here is a college student, and you can all be considered cultured people. How can you not believe in science and engage in superstition?

"We have to go to Los Angeles."

"I'll arrange it right away."

……

Allen walked out of the attic with a disappointed expression.

The eyes of the undead twitched; their pink lips were simply too eye-catching.

"Aban."

Allen put his arm around Uncle Ban's shoulder and said with great regret, "I almost executed Terror on the spot."

"What did you see inside?"

The spirits pricked up their ears, very curious about what was hidden in the isolation.

"Nun in black stockings"

"Um!?"

Upon hearing this, the spirits did not believe it. Having stayed in the haunted house for so long, they had seen more than one owner enter and leave the quarantine area without any problems, so they became even more curious.

However, the spirits of the dead all lived in the haunted house, but once they died here, all their memories of the attic disappeared.

The spirits didn't believe him, and Allen, too lazy to explain further, simply went into the master bedroom for a nap, not forgetting to remind them, "Wake me up when it's time to eat."

The spirits looked at each other, and could only helplessly submit.

Fortunately, this guy wasn't the homeowner, otherwise he would have enslaved them like slaves.

Dinner time.

Bruce was dejected and sat blankly at the dining table like a patient with dementia.

"Hey, pull yourself together."

Allen fed him a spoonful, supporting his chin with one hand as he helped him chew, saying casually, "It's nothing serious. I can even do this to a woman over five thousand years old."

Of course, the woman who is over five thousand years old is Wonder Woman.

Bruce's eyes regained some focus; he wanted to hear what happened next.

"They're demigods, they stay young forever, I'm just constantly trying to curry favor with them."

Allen fed the children while recounting their glorious deeds.

Demigods, forever young.

Bruce was once again plunged into despair; the kiss he had asked for was nothing compared to that of the genuine old lady from Gucci.

"Although I'm being cold to you, in a few years, hmph..." Allen's tone became disdainful.

"What about in a few years?" Bruce couldn't help but ask.

"Once I'm strong enough, I'll chase after her and lick her ass."

"..."

This is still being a simp, just now it's more forceful.

They've completely lost all sense of shame.