American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 338 Allen Accepts Bruce as His Apprentice

"I'll grant you three wishes?"

Bruce spread his hands and confirmed again.

He had heard the story of Aladdin's magic lamp since he was a child. Shouldn't it fulfill his three wishes?
"Yes."

Alan said seriously, "I know you want to tell the story of Aladdin's magic lamp. The genie Aladdin met a bad person and met a person who repeatedly fulfilled his third wish. He then received three more wishes and eventually died from overwork and loss of power. Therefore, I learned from the valuable experience of my predecessors and decided to let the other party fulfill my three wishes."

"..."

Bruce was speechless and even felt that it made some sense.

He could understand the principle of anticipating the opponent's prediction and striking first to gain the upper hand.

"The problem is, how can I, a mortal, help you realize your wish? Besides, you're not thinking of making the third wish and then making three more wishes in an endless cycle, are you?" Bruce asked bitterly.

"I, the Bottle God, have principles. My third wish will never be so unkind."

Of course, make 10,000 wishes.

Alan added inwardly.

"What happens if you don't fulfill it?"

As he spoke, Bruce slowly retreated towards the car, ready to take the opportunity to escape.

"not so good."

Alan smiled evilly and said meanly, "I hope you try it."

"You're crazy."

Open the car door.

Bruce quickly hid in the car and locked it, saying disdainfully, "You're a psychopath, wearing a hospital gown and doing something weird. I don't want to bother with you."

After saying that, he reached for the car keys and prepared to start the car.

"My appearance is a reflection of your inner self, Bruce Wayne. You have a madman locked up in your heart, hehehe..."

Looking at Alan's weird and stiff smile, Bruce felt a chill in his heart, and without hesitation, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

"You can't escape from my grasp, hehehe..."

Alan was not in a hurry to chase him. The other party couldn't escape anyway, so he still needed to create an atmosphere.

Speeding on the road.

Bruce was extremely nervous and looked at the rearview mirror from time to time, fearing that the other party would catch up with him.

After driving for a distance and seeing nothing unusual happen, I couldn't help but relax.

There are many doubts among them that cannot be explained by science.

He really believed in the so-called bottle god.

"Anyone want a ride?"

At this time, someone was waving on the roadside in the distance ahead.

"Having one more person to talk to can alleviate the fear."

Bruce slowed down and decided to give the other person a ride so that they could take care of each other.

As the distance got closer, I suddenly felt my scalp tingling.

He saw Alan waving with a stiff smile on his face.

"Ah..., highway ghost!"

I stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and I wanted to step into the fuel tank and drive as fast as I could.

He was afraid, he was really afraid.

I have already realized that I have been entangled by something dirty.

"Perfect."

Alan looked at the back of the car, still waving, and said to himself: "He will get used to it after scaring him a few times. Let's go to the next place to scare him."

Outside the wilderness, there is only one road, and you just need to go through the portal and wait in advance on the only way.

Of course, considering the scenery that needs to be seen through the portal, Alan deliberately transformed himself into a ghost lantern and flew around to familiarize himself with the terrain to avoid getting lost.

Less than half an hour.

Bruce saw Alan waving on the side of the road again.

"I can't get rid of it, I can't get rid of it..."

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. He looked confused and terrified, and he didn't even dare to get out of the car to pee.

Another hour later, the same scene happened.

Alan, like a zombie, waved on the side of the road.

"Infinite loop, I'm trapped in the evil spirit's time reset space, what should I do, what should I do..."

At this moment, Bruce's originally greasy and messy hair was messed up like a bird's nest.

In my mind, I kept recalling the horror movies I had seen, and many of them got stuck on the road, experiencing the same thing over and over again until they died.

I was originally thinking of starting a new life, but now it seems that a career in crime is less promising.

at dusk.

Bruce couldn't remember how many times he had met the other person on the road. His mental state was numb and he could ignore him, like a silicone toy that had been played with to the point of having no consciousness.

Passing by a motel, I couldn't stand my tired body anymore, so I decided to stay one night before leaving.

Now Bruce no longer thinks about the encounter, the only thing he wants is to take a shower and have a good sleep.

During the shower break, Alan looked through the glass and sneaked into the hotel room.

what…

After washing up, Bruce was horrified to see his lingering nightmare, lying on the bed in a seductive pose.

"You can't get rid of me, mortal."

Alan hooked his finger, with a very excited expression on his face.

Bruce, wrapped tightly in a bath towel, was huddled against the wall in fear, looking so terrified that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Bruce curled up and squatted, holding his head in his hands, begging, "Don't bother me, please."

"Why don't you just listen to what the three wishes are? Why are you so eager to refuse?"

Alan rolled his eyes, sat up and patted the bed, signaling: "Don't be afraid, come over and talk. If I really wanted to hurt you, I would have done it a long time ago. Why would I have to chase you all the way here?"

Bruce, with tears in his eyes and looking helpless, refused to sit on the bed.

After all, I can't tell whether the other person is a human or a ghost. What if he approaches me rashly and has improper intentions towards me?

"My first wish requires you to become my disciple."

"what!?"

For a moment, Bruce was confused.

What is your wish to become a disciple?
Moreover, he didn't think the other party could teach him any useful skills.

"What's your expression?"

Alan raised his eyebrows and listed all his abilities.

"I am a thief, alchemist, priest, mage, warrior, and shaman. I am a young man who has made progress in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor. I have had countless glorious achievements. It would be a great honor for you to be my apprentice."

"..."

Empty words are not enough, and everyone is good at bragging.

"Master is here, please bow to me."

However, the situation is pressing and Bruce has no way to verify the truth. He can only hope to get rid of the plague as soon as possible.

"You know the truth."

Allen put on airs and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Our sect has only one descendant. In the ancient times, successive descendants have been above the heavens, blocking the natural enemies outside the domain, and have made all kinds of extraordinary achievements. The rules of heaven and the laws of the great way all resonate with the saints."

"..."

Can you speak human language?

Bruce said the words were too oriental and mysterious, and as a Westerner he couldn't understand them.

"It seems that you are already shocked by the deeds of our ancestors. I will take the time to tell you about them when I have time."

Allen took out the butcher knife from his armpit and said carefully, "This magic weapon has accompanied me in battles for countless years. Now I give it to you as a gift."

Bruce took the cold butcher knife and felt a lot of resistance in his heart.

Boss, American-style Iai is popular nowadays.

"Master, you gave it to me, what do you want to use it for?" Bruce tried to shirk his responsibility.

"I'll just do whatever I want."

Alan naturally wouldn't say it, he was wearing a strange lantern ring on an indescribable part of his body.

(End of this chapter)