American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 345: Alan scares away the ghost nun

Under the white cloth is an oil painting that is very old.

The content is a portrait of a nun.

Ok…

Alan stroked his chin and studied the painting.

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

"If you don't have talent, don't come out and embarrass yourself."

Allen crossed his hands and reached into his armpits, took out a complete set of cosmetics, and raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that my soul abstract painter needs to retouch it."

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

The specific circumstances of last night can be described as a memory that the dead souls cannot bear to recall.

While Alan was graffitiing the nun's portrait, a figure walked out from the shadows in the corner.

Due to the light, only the lower half of the figure is visible, while the upper body is hidden in the shadows, walking silently towards the painting.

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

"Perfect!"

Soon, the oil painting was completely renewed.

“From this perspective, the artistic elements are as high as three or four stories.”

Alan held up the oil painting with satisfaction, and the approaching figure stopped abruptly, because oil painting is a medium that reflects reality, and it must be overlapped and unified to have the effect of interfering with reality.

After Allen's artistic processing, the nun is no longer dignified, but instead has an extra festive element.

A pair of flaming red lips, round blush on a paper man's face, especially freckles dotted on the eye sockets with an eyebrow pencil, special attention to the details of the eyelashes, and very considerately drawing air bangs on the forehead.

If, at first sight, you see an oil painting, you feel oppressive and uncomfortable.

Now, there is an inexplicable sense of joy from any angle.

"I am an abstract painter who learned from the Führer. I will definitely be able to sell my works for a high price in the future."

Thinking that he was a man who would do great things, Alan signed his name without hesitation.

Greek painter, Len Artashi.

Put it back on the easel.

Finding nothing suspicious, Alan prepared to leave the attic.

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

"Rusty?"

Alan studied the door handle and said in surprise, "It was open just now."

At this moment, the shadow coincides with the position of the oil painting. A pair of pale and cracked hands are grasping the edge of the frame. Faintly, a body is trying to break free from the shadow and descend into reality.

"There is a situation."

Suddenly I felt a hint of shade behind me.

Alan suddenly turned around and saw a figure in a nun's black robe, holding an oil painting as a head and looking at him.

It's just an oil painting that has been artistically processed, and it can't be scary in any way.

"Ghost Nun!?"

Suddenly I remembered a high-scoring horror movie.

Among them, there is a scene that is exactly the same.

But the problem is that Allen never watches serious movies. Adult horror and action films are also an area he has been working on in depth.

For example, the five-part series that I still remember clearly revolves around the humiliating experience of the ghost nun's 'hmmmm ahhh'.

It is worth mentioning that Allen gave his comments very seriously.

The actor is minus five stars.

Clothing is full of stars.

Watching the ghost nun slowly approaching, Alan leaned against the door and slowly raised the lipstick in his hand.

At this time, the ghost nun stopped in confusion, and stared at the other party with her golden eyes, wondering what the other party was up to.

Alan pursed his lips like a chrysanthemum and applied deathly Barbie pink lipstick.

Boo!
Purse your lips to spread the cream evenly.

"Come on, Beibei."

"..."

Alan pouted, with his upper lip raised high, and his eyes kept casting seductive glances, looking extremely expectant.

In the past, I could only envy through the screen.

Now that the person involved is in front of him, Alan wants to challenge his weak spot.

Seeing this situation, the ghost nun hesitated.

You are crazy.

I am a devil after all, can you please show me some respect?

Alan Yang raised his head to signal for them to hurry up, completely disregarding the ghost nun's feelings.

However, the ghost nun finally retreated and was actually preparing to slowly retreat into the shadows.

"Don't run!" I love female ghosts and the like.

Allen finally got the chance, how could he let it go?

Last time, he was very attentive to Ah Zhen.

He ran towards the painting at great speed.

The ghost nun quickly retreated, and in a blink of an eye the oil painting returned to the easel, and her body disappeared into the shadows.

what…

Allen held up the painting and shouted unwillingly, "Sister Sister, come out. I am a sinner. I have sins and need redemption and purification. I am not a decent person. Please give me a chance to start a new life..."

Unfortunately, no matter how much I begged, I got no response.

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

Ed, the husband who was in charge of playing the slides, immediately stepped forward to support his wife.

They are the famous exorcist duo Mr. and Mrs. Warren, the only exorcists recognized by the church.

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

"Lawlin, do you have a premonition?"

"That's right, Ed."

Rowling closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temples to ease the symptoms, explaining: "I sensed the emergence of an ancient and evil demon."

In the audience, the confused students thought the couple was playing tricks.

After all, we are all college students, and we can be considered educated people to some extent. How can we not believe in science and be superstitious?

“In Los Angeles, we have to go.”

"I'll arrange it right away."

……

Alan walked out of the attic with a lack of interest and a regretful expression on his face.

The eyes of the undead twitched because the pink lips were too eye-catching.

"Aban."

Allen hooked his arm around Uncle Ben's shoulder and said with great regret, "I almost killed Terror on the spot."

"What do you see in there?"

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

"Black Silk Nun."

"Um!?"

Hearing this, the ghosts did not believe it. Having stayed in the haunted house for so long, they had seen more than one owner go in and out of isolation without any problem, so they became even more curious.

However, all the dead have lived in the haunted house before, but once they die here, all memories of the attic disappear.

The ghosts didn't believe it, and Allen was too lazy to explain too much. He just went into the master bedroom and took a deep sleep, not forgetting to remind him: "Call me when it's time to eat."

The dead souls looked at each other and could only obey helplessly.

Fortunately, this guy is not the owner of the house, otherwise he would treat them like slaves.

dinner time.

Bruce was devastated, sitting at the dining table with a dazed look on his face, like an Alzheimer's patient.

"Lusi, cheer up."

Alan fed her a spoonful of food, held her chin with one hand, helped her chew, and said nonchalantly, "It's no big deal. I can even do that to a woman over five thousand years old."

Of course, the five thousand year old woman is Wonder Woman.

Bruce's eyes regained some spirit and he wanted to hear what happened next.

"He is a demigod, and his life is eternally youthful. I am just trying to please him."

Alan fed the child and kept recounting his glorious deeds.

Demigod, eternal youth.

Bruce once again fell into despair. The kiss he had asked for from the real old lady Gucci was completely incomparable.

"Even though I'm trying my best to please others, but after a few years, hmm..." Alan's tone became disdainful.

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

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

"..."

This is still dog licking, just with force.

He doesn't care about his face anymore.