American comics: This guy is crazy

"Shall I grant you three wishes?"

Bruce spread his hands and checked again.

He had heard the story of Aladdin's magic lamp since he was a child. Shouldn't he grant his three wishes?

"That's right."

Allen said seriously: "I know you want to tell the story of Aladdin's magic lamp. Aladdin, the god of the lamp, met someone unkind. When he met someone who repeated his third wish, he got three more wishes. In the end, he was overworked and lost all his power. Therefore, I learned from the valuable experience of my predecessors and decided to let the other party fulfill my three wishes.”

"..."

Bruce was speechless, and even felt a little reasonable.

He can understand the principle of anticipating the opponent's prediction and striking first to gain the upper hand.

"The question is, as a mortal, how can I help you realize your wish? Besides, you are not thinking about the third wish and making three more wishes in an infinite loop, are you?" Bruce asked with a bitter look.

"I, the Bottle God, have principles, and my third wish will never be so unkind."

Of course, make 10,000 wishes.

Allen added inwardly.

"What happens if you don't fulfill it?"

As he spoke, Bruce slowly retreated toward the car, preparing to take the opportunity to escape.

"not so good."

Allen smiled evilly and said cowardly: "I hope you try it."

"You're crazy."

Open the car door.

Bruce quickly hid in the car and locked it, and said disdainfully: "You are a psychopath, you are wearing a hospital uniform and you are doing tricks, I am too lazy to pay attention to you."

After saying that, he reached for the car key and prepared to start it.

"My appearance is a reflection of your heart, Bruce Wayne, you have a madman in your heart, Jie Jie Jie..."

Looking at Allen's weird and stiff smile, Bruce felt horrified in his heart and stepped on the accelerator without hesitation and drove away.

"You can't escape my grasp, Jie Jie Jie..."

Allen was not in a hurry to chase him. The other party couldn't escape anyway, so he still needed to create an atmosphere.

Speeding down the road.

Bruce felt particularly uneasy and looked in the rearview mirror from time to time, fearing that the other party would catch up.

After driving for a certain distance, nothing unusual happened, so I couldn't help but relax.

There are many doubtful points that cannot be explained scientifically.

He really believed in the so-called Bottle God.

"Anyone want a ride?"

At this time, someone was waving on the roadside far ahead.

"Having one more person to talk to can reduce the fear."

Bruce slowed down and decided to take a ride so that they could take care of each other.

The distance kept getting closer, and my scalp suddenly felt numb.

He saw Alan waving with a stiff smile.

“Ah…, Highway Ghost!”

As soon as you step on the accelerator, you want to step into the fuel tank and drive as fast as you can.

He was afraid, he was really afraid.

Already aware that he let something dirty get caught up in him.

"Perfect."

Allen looked at the back of the car, still waving, and said to himself: "You will get used to it after scaring him a few times. Go to the next place to scare him."

There is only one road outside the wilderness. You only need to wait at the only way through the portal in advance.

Of course, considering the scenes that need to be seen through the portal, Allen specially transformed into a Lantern and flew around to familiarize himself with the terrain and avoid losing people.

Less than half an hour.

Bruce saw Allen waving again on the side of the road.

"I can't get rid of it, I can't get rid of it..."

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead one by one, and he looked hesitant and frightened. He didn't even dare to get out of the car to pee.

Another hour.

Encountered the same scenario.

Allen, who was like a zombie, waved at the roadside.

"Infinite loop, I'm trapped in the evil spirit's time reset space, what should I do, what should I do..."

At this moment, Bruce's originally greasy and unkempt hair style was as messy as a bird's nest.

In my mind, I kept recalling the horror movies I had watched, and many of them were trapped on the road, experiencing the same things over and over again until they died.

I originally thought about running towards a new life, but now it seems that I would rather engage in a promising career in crime.

at dusk.

Bruce couldn't remember how many times he met each other on the road. His whole mental state fell into numbness, and he could already turn a blind eye, like a silicone toy that had been played so badly that he was unconscious.

Passing by a motel, my tired body couldn't hold on anymore, so I decided to stay one night before leaving.

Now Bruce no longer thinks about the encounter, the only thing he thinks about is taking a bath and sleeping.

Taking advantage of the break in the shower, Allen observed through the glass and sneaked into the hotel room.

ah…

After washing up, Bruce was horrified to see the lingering nightmare, lying on the bed in a seductive pose.

"You can't get rid of me, mortal."

Allen hooked his fingers with a beaming expression on his face.

Bruce, who was tightly wrapped in a bath towel, was scared and pressed against the wall, with a frightened expression on the verge of tears.

Bruce crouched down, holding his head in his hands, and begged: "Don't pester me, please."

"You can't just listen to what the three wishes are, why are you so eager to refuse them?"

Allen rolled his eyes, sat up, patted the bed, and signaled: "Don't be afraid, sit here and have a chat. If I really wanted to harm you, I would have done it a long time ago. Why bother chasing me all the way."

Poor Bruce looked at him with tears in his eyes and looked helpless, determined not to sit on the bed.

After all, he didn't even know whether the other party was a human or a ghost, and he had no idea what to do if he approached him rashly.

"My first wish is that you become my master."

"ah!?"

For a moment, Bruce's mind was a little confused.

What is the wish of becoming a disciple?

Moreover, he did not think that the other party could teach him any useful skills.

"What's your expression?"

Alan raised his eyebrows and listed his own abilities.

"I am a thief, alchemist, priest, mage, warrior, and shaman. I am a young man with all-round progress in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor. I have countless brilliant achievements. I will accept you, a weak chicken, as my disciple. You will be so happy."

"..."

Empty words are not enough. Everyone can brag.

"Master, please accept your disciple's greetings."

However, the situation is pressing. Bruce has no way to verify the truth. He only hopes to get rid of the plague god as soon as possible.

"You are sensible."

Alan put on airs and said with an old-fashioned look: "This sect has only one lineage. In ancient times, successive descendants have been above the heavens, blocking the natural enemies outside the domain, and have made all kinds of extraordinary achievements. The rules of heaven and the laws of the great way all resonate with the saints."

"..."

Can you speak human language?

Bruce said that the words were too oriental and mysterious, and he, a westerner, couldn't understand them.

"It seems that you are already shocked by the deeds of our ancestors. I will take the time to tell you when I have time."

Alan took out the butcher knife tucked under his armpit and said carefully: "This magic weapon has been with me in battle for countless years. Now it is given to you as a gift."

Bruce took the butcher knife with a cold glow, and his heart was full of resistance.

Boss, American Iai is popular nowadays.

"Master, give it to me, what do you use?" Bruce wanted to shirk his responsibility.

"I'll do whatever I want."

Alan naturally wouldn't say that he wore a strange lantern ring on his indescribable part.