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Chapter 348 The Ghost Nun is Forced to Pass on Stockings
As a psychic expert.

Rowling naturally saw that except for three people, the rest were undead, and her super strong sensing ability enabled her to sense that the undead had no ill intentions.

"Excuse me, sir, what have you discovered?"

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

If you start from scratch, you must have a rigorous process.

Of course, I was very interested in the two strange exorcists and doubted whether they were genuine.

After all, there is no shortage of gifted people in the world who can naturally see the existence of the dead. They are collectively called psychics.

"In the attic, I saw a painting."

The only problem is the ghost nun.

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

At least the ghost nun and the Warrens both made an appearance.

The group moved to the attic.

The white cloth still covered the painting.

hiss…

As soon as the white cloth was pulled off, everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Who did it!?

Who did this!?

People find the oil paintings that have been artistically processed very funny.

“We had this painting when we moved here.”

Barry explained: "It seems to be an ancient painting that is hundreds of years old."

Of course, the oil painting is not signed and is not valuable in the market, otherwise how could the Barry family have found such a bargain.

"Master, is that you?" Bruce asked.

"It's pretty good."

Allen said confidently: "Painting is one of my abilities. I will teach you when I have time."

no thank you.

Bruce refused directly in his heart.

As we all know, you can't get rich by painting while you are alive, 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 leakage.

As the distance gets closer, the pointer value remains unchanged at the maximum value.

Allen leaned in closer and asked, "Is there a power leak?"

"The spiritual pressure value of the oil painting exceeds the upper limit. I'm afraid we have encountered a demon." Ed said in a deep voice.

They have dealt with hundreds of paranormal incidents, including those involving demons, and have concluded that expelling demons is much more difficult than driving away evil spirits.

"Find the devil. I want to fight him one on one."

Alan rolled up his sleeves, ready to do something big.

"Lawlin, thank you for your hard work."

"Okay, Ed."

The process of expelling demons requires finding out the demon's real name, and then expelling it back to hell in the name of the Lord, otherwise everything is in vain.

Rowling's predictive ability can be used to obtain real name information.

Everyone waited quietly in tacit understanding.

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

Ed, who is very familiar with the process, is ready to intervene externally at any time to forcibly terminate the spiritual process.

Spiritual communication is a very dangerous thing. If you are not careful, your soul will fall into the hands of the devil.

As time went by, sweat gradually seeped out of Rowling's forehead, as if her consciousness was struggling and she was facing an unimaginable crisis.

Ah…

"She's coming."

Suddenly, Rowling gasped and opened her eyes in fear.

When he was about to put his hand down, a pale, cracked hand stretched out from behind the painting and grabbed his wrist tightly.

The ghost nun in the painting said grimly, "I got you."

"I got you too."

Alan was quick to act and grabbed the ghost nun's wrist, winking at her with excitement.

Alan was depressed for a long time because he let the other party escape last time.

This time, we must not let it go easily.

"Let go."

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

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

Alan exerted a little force and pulled the ghost nun out of the frame.

At this moment, everyone saw the true face of the devil, a haggard nun exuding a gloomy aura, and subconsciously retreated to the door.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" the ghost nun threatened gloomily.

"No worries." Allen responded calmly, and said in a mean way: "Before you kill me, can you fulfill one request?"

The ghost cultivator was startled and asked subconsciously, "What is the request?"

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

After that, Alan lifted up his trouser legs and asked, "Do you like black stockings on your left leg or white stockings on your right leg?"

"..."

Not only was the ghost nun stunned, everyone else was also confused.

A normal person can wear black stockings on the left leg and white stockings on the right leg, but the question is what kind of stockings you wear as a man.

The last time he missed it, Allen dug out Barry's mother's stockings and was always ready, so it was most convenient to wear them, which was very reasonable.

Of course, the one who was most at a loss was the ghost nun. She had been wreaking havoc on the world for hundreds of years and had never encountered such an excessive demand.

Please respect the devil.

"Everyone, go out for a moment. I'm going to exorcise the demon." Alan gave everyone a look.

"This is not good."

The ghost-sense nun Bruceton looks a little pitiful.

The four of them wisely left the attic and eavesdropped as soon as they closed the door.

"If you don't choose, I'll choose for you. White silk is good and readers love it."

"Stop it, you are looking for death."

Bang!Bang!
Tear…

“Don’t…, don’t…”

"Don't move, it will be fine soon."

"I'm a fucking devil."

"Devils are great, but demons can't wear white silk."

"..."

squeak…

The door opened.

Alan dragged the ghost nun out. A large part of the latter's black robe had been torn off, shortening it to the base of her thighs. Her long, straight thighs were covered in smooth, translucent stockings.

Why does it look a little tempting?

However, the ghost nun's face was bruised and swollen, and she refused to cooperate, so Alan showed no mercy and hit her twice with heavy punches.

"Tell me your real name."

Rowling questioned seriously.

It is easiest to ask for the demon's real name when it is weak.

Jie Jie Jie...

The ghost nun grinned with a mouthful of black teeth, and said sinisterly: "I finally escaped the seal."

"seal!?"

Rowlington had a bad feeling and guessed that the devil was trapped in the attic and unable to escape.

Unfortunately, we are now outside the attic, and a big mistake has been made unintentionally.

"Although I can enter reality through oil paintings, I cannot step out of the attic, so I have been killing successive owners through witchcraft, hoping to suppress and seal the death energy and escape."

The ghost nun smiled particularly happily and said grimly: "Thank you for helping me get out of this predicament as soon as possible."

"Why are you pretending?"

Alan raised his hand impatiently to punch, but his fist seemed to penetrate liquid.

The ghost nun seemed to melt into wax, forming a shadow covering the haunted house.

"It's time for hell to come to earth."

The horrifying sound echoed in every corner of the haunted house, as if foreshadowing an extremely terrifying crisis that was about to happen.

"Evacuate the house. I sense an unprecedented terrifying aura."

Everyone rushed downstairs, calling on the undead to evacuate the house together.

The ghosts are confined to the lawn outside the haunted house, so they can escape together.

Soon, the crowd and the ghosts looked at the haunted house covered with a layer of dark shadow.

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

"Barry, has your family bought home insurance?" Alan asked casually.

“I bought it…”

Fortunately in misfortune.

As long as you have property insurance, you can get huge compensation, enough to buy another mansion, and use the extra compensation to renovate it luxuriously.

"But how do you explain the problem?"

Barry looked depressed, but he couldn't tell the truth to the insurance claims adjuster.

My house was turned upside down by the devil.

I guess if nothing unexpected happens, he will be put into a mental hospital to gain enlightenment.

"We are free."

One of the undead was surprised to find that when he stepped out of the lawn, his body gradually turned into a ray of light and ascended to heaven.

(End of this chapter)