"I died so miserably... Ahh

The sound of small footsteps coming from downstairs, accompanied by the intermittent wail of a woman, echoed through the spacious and quiet apartment.

"Are there really ghosts?"

Vincent was frightened back to his paintings, and except for his eyes, everything else was restored to the appearance of oil paintings.

"Don't be superstitious, we have to believe in science!" Rococo said righteously.

"Huh! Science, can science explain the reasons why we exist? Minnity scoffed.

"No, because we are beings outside of science." Rococo then explained.

"Humph! Strong words......

Chapter 172 of "The Day of Working for the Painting Immortal": What a miserable "ghost" is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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