American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 358 The Neurotic Emperor is born

"It's a pretty average place."

Alan let go of the ghost bride's hand, walked straight to the side of the road, and forcibly knocked off a floor tile.

Bang...

The floor tiles smashed directly into the glass of the house.

Suddenly, the glass shattered.

The ghost bride's eyes twitched. It was something I had never seen before.

This is the first time I've seen someone acting so arrogantly in the spiritual realm.

"Old eunuch, come out here."

Allen put his hands on his hips and yelled at the residence: "You perverted cross-dresser, are you afraid of my Anaconda? If you have the guts, come out and I'll whip you from the waist."

"..."

The curse is so dirty.

The ghost bride seems to refresh our understanding of it.

There is no trace of her previous cute and cuddly look anymore.

At the same time, a human figure was vaguely seen in the windows of a nearby residence.

Obviously, the evil spirits are watching the fire from the other side and joining in the fun.

Everyone likes to watch the fun, let alone the evil spirits transformed from humans.

Besides, evil spirits prefer to stay at home and never maintain relations with neighbors.

Seeing that there was no movement in the haunted house, Alan grabbed another floor tile and threw it at another window.

There was a bang.

Then Alan's cursing was heard.

"You damn eunuch, you must have thought that if you were castrated, men would like you, but it turned out to be one-sided. You are really pitiful. You lacked love since childhood and calcium when you grew up. You are not handsome, but you are good at playing. Apart from making others drool, what else can you do..."

Bang!
The door suddenly opened by itself.

A tall figure in a black wedding dress stood at the door and stared at Alan fiercely.

The ghost bride had already hidden next to the trash can, fearing that she would be implicated.

In the ghost community, the old ghost is indeed a very perverted one. His own resentment is strong enough, and he is considered very powerful among the evil spirits. It is very likely that he will grow into a fierce ghost in the future.

The evil ghosts are the ones in power in the ghost city.

But having said that, Alan's curses were indeed vicious, and he kept venting his anger on others.

"I want you to die."

The ghostly old man lifted up his black veil, revealing his wrinkled and pale face full of cruelty.

Ten fingernails extended out like sharp blades, surrounded by a layer of eerie black air.

"Your nails are so long, do you use them to scrape them when you go to the toilet?"

Alan shook his head and walked towards the street lamp.

Under the puzzled gaze of the ghost old man, Alan pulled up the lamppost with his bare hands.

"You're dead, don't run away if you dare."

Alan threatened and picked up the lamppost to test the feel of it.

"Mortal, this is the spirit realm. Strength does not mean power."

As he spoke, the ghostly old man was shrouded in a dark aura of resentment.

In an instant, a figure wrapped in black air struck the killer like a gust of wind.

The evil spirits hiding in the haunted house and joining in the fun seemed to have seen Alan's end.

The dark resentment can corrode a person's soul. It will dissolve into black gas in one encounter, increasing the power of the ghost old man.

Therefore, in the eyes of the evil spirits, Alan was doomed to die.

It is because within the spiritual realm, the power of evil spirits can be fully displayed.

Bang!
For a moment, there was silence.

Many people looked in disbelief and saw completely different results.

Alan actually smashed down with a stick, and the old man sank deep into the ground, and his resentment seemed to be dissipating.

Bang!
"The Spiritual Realm is so great. Is there anything that I, the temporary Buddha Bole, can't handle?" Bang!
"Strength isn't power, could it be agility?"

Bang!
"Why don't you pretend anymore?"

Bang!
"Are you born not to like pretending?"

Bang!
"Did you castrate yourself just to show off?"

Bang!
"..."

Every shot was like a critical hit.

It not only hits the old ghost, but also hits the hearts of all the evil spirits.

Finally one shot fell.

The old ghost was unwilling to die.

At this moment, the stars in the center of the Temple of the Gods suddenly flashed, then dimmed and sank into the palace.

'The Neuro Emperor has returned!'

A message prompts, indicating that a true god has been born on the main seat of the Temple of Gods.

Close your eyes and look inside.

As if from a God's perspective, Alan was in a magnificent palace, and on the throne directly above him, he saw himself sitting in a hospital gown.

"This is the Neurotic Emperor!?"

It's a completely new self.

When he opened his eyes again, Alan quietly started the summoning technique.

A brilliant divine light was reflected three feet above the head.

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

"There was a loud bang in the sky, and I made a brilliant appearance."

Pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, the crazy emperor who looked exactly like Allen said domineeringly: "I am the only one who rules the world."

There was a bang.

Alan looked at the Crazy Emperor and was so embarrassed that the lamppost in his hand fell to the ground.

"Why are you throwing things around? What if they hit children? If they don't hit children, it's not good if they hit flowers or plants."

The Crazy Emperor picked up the lamp post earnestly, weighed it and felt satisfied.

"Are you pretending to be Tang Monk here?" Alan asked.

"It's not that you are attached to appearances. Buddha is the Tao. Why should we distinguish them so clearly? Sometimes it's better for people to be a little confused. Good, good." The Neurotic Emperor put his hands together, like a monk.

"Help me fight."

Allen pointed to a haunted house across the street where a demon wearing a human skin mask was hiding. He said, "I've been annoyed with him for a long time. He's cosplaying as a chainsaw killer."

"When you are out and about, it is so uncivilized to fight and kill. When you have time, sit down and drink tea and talk about life."

The Nervous Emperor pinched Allen's cheek lovingly and coaxed him, "Be good, be obedient and don't fight."

Damn, I raised a good guy.

If you don't want to fight, what's the point of coming?
"Don't stare at me with those big Caroline eyes. As the saying goes, no one would do something that doesn't benefit them."

The Nervous Emperor said in a clear and logical manner: "Now when you are out in the underworld, you must not be a foolish young man with tattoos all over your chest and back. If you are not careful, you may be killed by others and walk away without saying a word. We are all respectable people, wearing suits, drinking red wine and smoking cigars. Who wants to fight if there is no money to be made?"

"..."

This time, Alan was completely silent.

The Nervous Emperor is very much like the leader of the Hongxing group who has come ashore. He speaks in different ways and has the demeanor of a complete businessman.

"Mr. God..., if you don't take action, how can more righteous gods be born? Without so many righteous gods, how can we become stronger? If we don't become stronger, who will give us face when we go out? We can't scare people without face." Alan flattered.

"That makes sense. When Tianting Enterprise was first established, we needed to recruit more employees. I'm the chairman and you're a shareholder. You can't do everything yourself."

The Crazy Emperor picked up the lamp post, walked to the door of the haunted house opposite, and shouted loudly: "Listen, little ghost inside, do you want to die on your own, or do you want me to tear your house down?"

Alan and the Ghost Bride hid in the distance and watched the performance of the Crazy Emperor.

After waiting for a minute, there was still no response.

The Nervous Emperor seemed to have lost his patience. His originally calm face suddenly became violent and cruel: "You don't know how to be polite. If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. If you don't follow the rules of the underworld, then follow my rules."

Suddenly, a stick chopped towards the haunted house.

(End of this chapter)