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Chapter 348 The Ghost Nun Forced to Wear Stockings

As a paranormal expert.

Rowling naturally realized that apart from the three people, the rest were all undead, and her superhuman senses allowed her to perceive that the undead had no ill intentions.

"May I ask, sir, what have you discovered?"

Rowling asked directly, saying there was no need to beat around the bush and waste time.

If we were to start the investigation from the beginning, a rigorous process would be essential.

Of course, I was very interested in the two unfamiliar exorcists, but I wondered if they had any real skills.

After all, the world is never short of people with extraordinary talents who can see the spirits of the dead from birth; they are collectively known as mediums and wizards.

"In the attic, I saw a painting."

The only problem is the ghost nun.

Furthermore, Allen couldn't help but wonder if this world was a fusion of The Conjuring movies.

At least, the Ghost Nun and the Warrens made an appearance.

The group moved to the attic.

The oil painting was still covered by a white cloth.

hiss…

As soon as the white cloth was torn off, everyone gasped in shock.

Who did this?!

Who did this?!

The oil painting, after being artistically processed, was found by many to be quite humorous.

"We had this painting as soon as we moved it here."

Barry explained, "It looks like an ancient painting that's over a hundred years old."

Of course, the oil painting was unsigned and worthless on the market; otherwise, how could the Barry family have gotten such a bargain?

"Master, is that you?" Bruce asked.

"Pretty good, right?"

Allen confidently stated, "Drawing skills are one of my abilities; I'll teach you when I have time."

no thank you.

Bruce immediately rejected the idea in his mind.

As everyone knows, you can't make a fortune by painting; you can only become famous after you die.

"Let me test it."

Ed took out a professional device that looked like a voltmeter for testing for leakage.

As the distance decreases, the pointer value remains fixed at the maximum value.

Allen leaned closer and asked, "Is there an electrical leak?"

"The spiritual pressure of the oil painting has exceeded the limit. We've probably encountered a demon," Ed said in a deep voice.

Having handled hundreds of paranormal events, including encounters with demonic possession, they concluded that exorcising demons is far more difficult than driving away evil spirits.

"Find the demon; I want to fight him one-on-one."

Allen rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to get down to business.

"Rowling, thank you for your hard work."

"Okay, Ed."

The process of expelling a demon requires finding out the demon's true name so that it can be banished back to hell in the name of the Lord; otherwise, it's all just empty talk.

Rowling's precognitive abilities allowed her to extract information about real names.

Everyone waited quietly and in perfect unison.

Rowling, the only one with medium abilities, raised her hand and gently placed it on the oil painting, then slowly closed her eyes and entered a meditative state.

Ed, who was very familiar with the process, was ready at any time to intervene externally and forcibly terminate the channeling process.

Psychic communication is an extremely dangerous thing; if you are not careful, your soul will fall into the hands of demons.

As time went on, sweat began to bead on Rowling's forehead, as if she were struggling on a conscious level and facing an unimaginable crisis.

Oh…

"She's coming."

Suddenly, Rowling gasped for breath and opened her terrified eyes.

Just as he was about to put his hand down, a pale, cracked hand reached out from behind the painting and gripped his wrist tightly.

The ghostly nun in the oil painting says in a sinister tone, "I've got you."

"I've got you too."

With lightning speed, Allen grabbed the ghost nun's wrist, giving her an excited wink.

Allen was quite upset for a long time after the other party escaped last time.

This time, we must not let them go easily.

"Let go."

The ghost nun recognized the pervert from last time and her expression changed.

"I won't let go, not until death do us part."

With a little effort, Allen pulled the ghost nun out of the picture frame.

At that moment, everyone saw the demon's true face: a gaunt nun exuding a sinister aura. They instinctively retreated towards the doorway.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" the ghost nun threatened menacingly.

"I'm not afraid."

Allen remained calm, then said with a cheeky grin, "Before you kill me, can you grant me one request?"

The ghost cultivator goddess was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "What are your requirements?"

"Put on a pair of stockings to satisfy me."

After saying that, Allen rolled up his trouser leg and asked, "Do you prefer the black stockings on your left leg or the white stockings on your right leg?"

"..."

Not only was the ghost nun stunned, but everyone else was also unable to process what was happening.

A normal person can wear black stockings on their left leg and white stockings on their right leg. The question is, what kind of stockings do you, a man, wear?

Having missed it last time, Allen dug out Barry's mother's stockings, ready to be used at any time, so wearing them was the most convenient and reasonable option.

Of course, the most bewildered was the ghost nun, who had wreaked havoc on the world for hundreds of years and had never encountered such an outrageous request.

Please have some respect for the devil.

"Everyone, step outside for a moment, I'm going to perform an exorcism." Allen gave everyone a wink.

"That's not a good idea."

The nun looked rather pitiful to Bruceston.

The four wisely left the attic, and as soon as they closed the door, they pressed their ear against it to eavesdrop.

"If you don't choose, I'll choose for you. White stockings are nice; readers like them."

"Stop it! You're asking for death!"

Bang!Bang!

Tear...

"No... please stop..."

"Don't move, it'll be done soon."

"I'm a fucking devil."

"Demons are great, but demons can't wear white stockings."

"..."

squeak…

The door opened.

Allen dragged the ghost nun out, whose black robe was torn in a large section, shortening it to the top of her thighs, revealing her long, straight legs clad in smooth, sheer stockings.

Why does it look so tempting for some reason?

However, with the Nun's face bruised and swollen and refusing to cooperate, Allen showed no mercy and delivered two heavy punches.

"Tell me your real name."

Rowling interrogated him seriously.

When a demon is weak, it is easiest to obtain its true name.

Jie Jie Jie...

The ghost nun grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth, and said in a sinister tone, "I've finally escaped the seal."

"seal!?"

Rowling sensed something was wrong, guessing that the demon was trapped in the attic and unable to escape.

Unfortunately, we are now outside the attic, and thus we have unintentionally made a terrible mistake.

"Although I can enter reality through oil paintings, I cannot step out of the attic. Therefore, I have been killing previous owners through witchcraft in the hope of suppressing the death energy and escaping."

The ghost nun laughed heartily, her expression sinister as she said, "Thank you for helping me escape this predicament so soon."

"What are you pretending for?"

Allen impatiently raised his hand to throw a punch, but his fist seemed to pierce through liquid.

The ghost nun's image appears to melt away like wax, casting a shadow over the haunted house.

"The time has come for hell to descend upon the earth."

Terrifying sounds echoed in every corner of the haunted house, as if foreshadowing an extremely horrific crisis.

"As I left the house, I sensed an unprecedented sense of terror."

The crowd rushed downstairs, not forgetting to call upon the spirits of the dead to evacuate the house together.

The spirits are confined to the lawn outside the haunted house, allowing them to escape together.

Before long, everyone and the spirits watched as the haunted house was shrouded in a dark shadow.

What followed was the building collapsing from the outside in, as if a black hole was swallowing the house.

"Barry, do you have home insurance?" Allen asked casually.

"I bought it..."

Fortunately in misfortune.

With property insurance, you can receive a huge compensation, enough to buy another luxury house, and use the extra compensation to do a lavish renovation.

"But how do you explain the problem?"

Barry looked distressed; he simply couldn't tell the insurance claims adjuster the truth.

My house was destroyed by a demon.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he'll likely be confined to a mental hospital to attain enlightenment.

"We are free."

One of the dead was surprised to find that as he stepped out of the lawn, his body gradually turned into rosy light and ascended to the heavens.

(End of this chapter)