Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

"Is this guy also a madman?"

Zhou Hu was stunned when he saw Chen Xun painting.

Under the current situation, besides the dean, there is someone else who wants to paint here. If not a madman, then what else could he be?

But when he wanted to do something, he was stopped by the ghost in the red cloak beside him.

"Sir?" Zhou Hu looked at the ghost in the red cloak with a puzzled look on his face.

"Wait a little longer." The ghost in the red cloak said.

However, Chen Xun ignored Zhou Hu and the others.

He was sitting on the roof of the church, so he soon attracted the attention of the dean.

The dean looked at Chen Xun coldly, and then said:

"Who are you? Why are you painting here too?"

After Chen Xun mixed the paint, he immediately looked outside the inpatient department, looking at the miserable and weird scene.

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful!"

"This is the most wonderful scene I have ever seen in my life."

"I must record it with my painting."

As Chen Xun said this, his right hand immediately grabbed the red paint and smeared it on the drawing paper of his drawing board.

Zhou Hu was stunned when he saw this scene.

This guy seems to be even crazier than the dean!

The dean did not get Chen Xun's answer, and his face began to show dissatisfaction.

But soon, he began to concentrate on painting.

The paint on Chen Xun's hand kept sticking to the paper, which looked particularly exaggerated.

After a while, the dean finally couldn't help it and asked Chen Xun:

"You also understand art?!"

Chen Xun then looked over coldly:

"If you are talking about paintings, then I am afraid no one will understand these paintings better than me."

"Because, I was born for these paintings!"

After hearing Chen Xun's words, the dean's eyes widened.

"You said I don't understand these paintings as well as you do?!"

"Hehe, do you know how long I spent preparing for this painting in front of me?"

"You don't understand at all!"

After the dean finished speaking, Chen Xun ignored him and started to paint on the drawing paper with a brush.

It was like a genius who was extremely arrogant, ignoring others' objections after hearing them.

The dean had seen such an attitude on the faces of many painters.

Those people thought they were artists, but in fact they were just empty talk.

He hated others for making such expressions to him.

"Humph!" The dean snorted coldly.

Then, ghost slaves appeared from the church.

These ghost slaves were full of ghost energy, and they ran towards the top of the church with their teeth bared.

It seemed that they wanted to stop Chen Xun from painting.

However, in the next second, two terrifying figures appeared beside Chen Xun.

One was Ying, and the other was Xiaojie.

"Brother, go to work." Ying pointed at the ghost slaves and said.

Xiao Jie's mouth corners drew a strange arc:

"Okay, sister."

"I like this kind of toy the most."

After saying that, Xiao Jie turned into a ball of ghost mist and pounced on these ghost slaves.

Xiao Jie's strength is now almost at the level of a ninth-level ghost.

So these ghost slaves are no match for Xiao Jie at all.

In just a few strokes, all these ghost slaves were killed.

And Ying watched from the side and took a nap.

"Boss, these guys are so weak."

The big BOSS of this copy is not as powerful as before.

Before, at least it was a ghost king, but the BOSS of this copy was just an eighth-level ghost.

Although what he did was indeed a bit crazy.

Seeing this scene, the dean suddenly widened his eyes. He never thought that these ghost slaves could not do anything to Chen Xun.

Those ghost slaves he had been refining for a long time, but they didn't play any role!

"Alright!"

Finally, Chen Xun drew a circle on the brush with his hand, and then nodded with satisfaction.

The dean also looked over coldly.

"You were painting just now?"

Chen Xun just threw a handful of paint on the drawing paper.

It really surprised him.

And Chen Xun turned his head and looked at the dean.

"Hehe, painting? That's art! In front of my art, your painting is just a pile of waste paper."

"Did you paint the paintings on the wall of the church at night?"

"Those paintings are simply garbage."

"Can you call yourself an artist if you paint such paintings?"

Chen Xun said coldly.

The dean's eyes widened immediately:

"What did you say?""You said my paintings are rubbish?"

"Hehe, do you know what art is?"

"You are also an ignorant person!"

As he spoke, a strong ghostly aura suddenly emerged from the dean, as if he was going to swallow Chen Xun.

"Are you angry?" Chen Xun sneered:

"But your paintings are really rubbish, I can't praise them at all."

"Besides, what's the point of being angry? You can't beat me at all."

Chen Xun said, then pulled out the painting on his drawing board and showed it in front of the dean.

On the drawing paper, the red and blue colors alternated, giving people an abstract and weird feeling.

There was nothing else on the drawing paper, only the alternation of these two colors.

There was not even a character.

The moment he saw the painting, the dean was stunned:

"What are you painting?"

"Nothing?"

"You can call this art?"

Chen Xun laughed:

"Hehe, it seems that you really don't understand art."

"Your painting is just a copy of what you see."

"Such things look very real, but there is no artistic element."

"So, I said your painting is rubbish!"

"You are not suitable to be a painter, especially a painter who can be called an artist."

"What you call art is just realism."

"Do you know what art is?"

"Art is what you can't understand!"

At this point, Chen Xun paused, and then stared at the dean coldly.

He just wanted to break the dean's defense.

Then, he continued:

"Works that are not understood by ordinary people are real art."

"If you can understand it, how ordinary my painting is?"

After Chen Xun finished speaking, he burned the entire painting with the nether fire.

The drawing paper floated into the air with green flames, and then slowly turned into ashes.

In fact, Chen Xun did not paint the painting just now seriously. He just used exaggerated acting and words to criticize the dean's heart.

Sure enough, after Chen Xun said this, the dean's body suddenly paused, as if he suddenly realized something.

"Yes, if my paintings can be understood by these vulgar guys, then how ordinary my paintings should be?"

"So, what I have always wanted to paint are those vulgar works?"

The dean was stunned for a long time, and finally suddenly looked at Chen Xun:

"Hehe, so what?"

"Even if your paintings are better than mine?"

"What I hate most is that you talented painters look arrogant."

"So, you die too, just like those things that look down on my paintings!"

As he said, the ghost energy on the dean began to emerge continuously.

The surrounding scene seemed to have turned into a huge painting.

The dean seemed to have used some kind of restriction, which actually turned his strength into the level of a ghost king.

No, it's not a restriction, the dean seems to be a ghost king.

And the place where Chen Xun and the others are seems to be... a ghost area?

"Hehe, do you think this is a mental hospital?"

"In fact, you have just been in my painting."

"Here, I am the master!"