Chapter 348: The Demon Nun Is Forced to Wear Stockings
As a paranormal expert, Lorraine instantly saw that aside from the three humans, the rest were all spirits. Moreover, her extraordinarily sharp senses told her that these spirits bore no ill intent.
"May I ask, have you discovered anything?"
Lorraine asked bluntly—no need to waste time beating around the bush.
If they were to investigate from scratch, they'd need a thorough and methodical process.
Of course, she was also intrigued by the two unfamiliar exorcists, curious whether they were truly capable.
After all, there had always been people born with the gift to see spirits, generally referred to as spirit mediums or shamans.
"In the attic, I saw a painting."
The only problem was the demon nun.
Allen couldn't help but wonder whether this world had merged with The Conjuring universe.
After all, both the demon nun and the Warrens had made an appearance.
The group moved up to the attic.
The painting was still covered with a white cloth.
Rip—
As soon as the cloth was pulled away, everyone gasped.
Who did this!?
Who the hell did this!?
After being "artistically enhanced," the painting now had a rather... comedic effect.
"This painting was already here when we moved in,"
Barry explained. "Seems to be an antique, probably over a hundred years old."
Of course, the painting wasn't signed, so it wasn't worth much. Otherwise, how could Barry's family have gotten it so cheaply?
"Master, was it you?" Bruce asked.
"Pretty good, right?"
Allen replied confidently, "Painting is one of my skills. I'll teach you sometime."
No thanks.
Bruce instantly rejected him in his heart.
Everyone knew that painting wouldn't make you rich when you were alive. Only after you died could you become famous.
"Let me run a test."
Ed pulled out a professional device that looked suspiciously like a voltage detector.
As he got closer, the needle maxed out and stayed pinned.
"Is there a short circuit?" Allen asked.
"The painting's spiritual pressure is off the charts. We might be dealing with a demon," Ed said gravely.
They had handled over a hundred supernatural cases. From experience, they knew that exorcising demons was far more difficult than banishing ordinary spirits.
"You guys find the demon—I'm gonna solo it."
Allen rolled up his sleeves, ready to throw down.
"Lorraine, it's up to you."
"Understood, Ed."
Exorcising a demon required first learning its true name, which allowed one to banish it back to hell in the name of the Lord. Otherwise, it was all talk.
Lorraine's gift of foresight could help extract that vital information.
Everyone silently waited in full understanding.
The only one with spiritual medium abilities—Lorraine—raised her hand and gently touched the painting, slowly closing her eyes to enter a trance.
Ed, well-versed in the process, stood ready to forcibly interrupt the séance if needed.
After all, channeling a demon was extremely dangerous; even a small mistake could result in one's soul falling into a demon's clutches.
As time passed, sweat began to bead on Lorraine's forehead. Her consciousness appeared to be in turmoil, as though facing an unimaginable crisis.
Heh...
"She's coming."
Suddenly, Lorraine gasped for air, eyes wide with terror.
Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, a pale, cracked hand reached out from behind the painting and clamped tightly around her wrist.
From within the painting, the demon nun's cold voice echoed:
"Got you."
"And I got you too."
Allen's reflexes were lightning-fast. He grabbed the nun's wrist with excitement twinkling in his eyes.
He'd been brooding ever since she escaped last time—
There was no way he'd let her go again.
"Let go!"
The demon nun instantly recognized the same pervert from last time and her face twisted.
"I'm never letting go. I'm the 'till-death-do-us-part' type,"
Allen said, giving a firm tug that yanked the demon nun out of the painting.
At that moment, everyone saw the demon's true form—a nun with a withered, corpse-like face, her entire body radiating a chilling aura. Instinctively, they backed toward the doorway.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" the demon nun threatened coldly.
"Not really."
Allen replied calmly, with a shameless smirk,
"But before you kill me, can you grant me a little request?"
The nun froze and asked warily, "What request?"
"Put on a pair of stockings for me."
With that, Allen rolled up his pant legs and asked,
"Do you prefer the black stocking on my left leg or the white one on my right?"
"…"
Not only was the demon nun stunned, but everyone else was completely speechless.
Who the hell wears mismatched stockings—
And more importantly, why is a guy wearing stockings in the first place?
Allen had regretted letting her escape last time. This time, he'd come prepared, even borrowing a pair of Barry's mom's stockings and wearing them under his pants. It made perfect sense, really.
The one most bewildered, though, was the demon nun.
She had terrorized the living for hundreds of years—never once had she encountered such a perverse request.
Have some respect for demons, will you?
"Everyone out. I'm doing the exorcism."
Allen shot the group a look.
"Isn't this... a bit much?"
Bruce suddenly felt a little sorry for the demon nun.
Still, the four of them sensibly left the attic, sticking close to the door to eavesdrop.
"If you won't choose, I'll choose for you. White it is—our readers love it."
"Stop! You're courting death!"
Bang! Bang!
Riiip…
"No… don't…"
"Stop squirming. Almost done."
"I'M A DEMON, DAMMIT!"
"Big deal. Demons can't wear white stockings?"
"…"
Creak—
The door opened.
Allen dragged the demon nun out. Her black habit was ripped up to her upper thighs, revealing long, straight legs now clad in sheer, glossy stockings.
…Why did she suddenly look kind of seductive?
Of course, the nun's face was black and blue. When she wouldn't cooperate, Allen had delivered two solid punches without a hint of mercy.
"Tell me your true name."
Lorraine questioned sternly.
A demon was most vulnerable at this point—perfect timing to extract its true name.
Hehehehe...
The demon nun bared a mouth full of black teeth and grinned wickedly.
"I've finally escaped my seal."
"Seal!?"
Lorraine's face fell.
She now realized the demon had been trapped in the attic all along.
But now that it was outside, they'd made a huge mistake.
"I could possess the painting to enter the real world, but I couldn't leave the attic. So I used dark magic to murder the homeowners, hoping their deathly aura would weaken the seal."
The demon nun laughed wildly.
"And now, thanks to you all, I'm free."
"Quit acting tough."
Allen swung a punch—but it passed through the nun as if through liquid.
The demon nun melted like wax, transforming into a shadow that began to spread throughout the house.
"The time has come for Hell to descend upon the world."
Her eerie voice echoed from every corner, foretelling a terrifying crisis.
"Everyone out! I'm sensing an unprecedented level of danger!"
The group stampeded down the stairs, shouting for the spirits to evacuate too.
Fortunately, the spirits were only bound to the haunted house's interior, so they could escape to the lawn outside.
Soon, the group and the spirits stood outside, watching as the house became covered in a pitch-black shadow.
Next, the building began to collapse from the outside in, as though being devoured by a black hole.
"Barry, did your family get homeowner's insurance?" Allen asked casually.
"…Yeah."
A small mercy in the midst of disaster.
At least the insurance payout would be enough to buy another mansion—plus enough left over to do a luxury renovation.
"But how the hell do I explain this?"
Barry looked like he was in pain.
He couldn't exactly tell the claims adjuster that a demon had wrecked the place.
They'd probably throw him in a psych ward.
"We're free!"
One of the spirits cheered as they stepped beyond the lawn—
Their body transformed into shimmering light and rose into the sky.
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