I train Batman in a horror world

Of course.

If zombies have thoughts.

When you meet a foreigner, your subconscious instinct is to greet him.

But then I thought about it again.

That's not right.

He himself is dead.

Why are you kneeling?!

Let's all stand shoulder to shoulder and beat this foreign devil to death!

Unfortunately.

These are zombies that have consciousness.

Two strict fathers were welcomed.

......

The master that Wencai and Qiusheng mentioned was called Uncle Jiu.

His eyebrows were as white as snow, forming a single line, and he exuded righteousness. He was a renowned Taoist priest in the surrounding area.

Their senior uncle, who wore glasses, was called Master Four Eyes and was a fellow disciple of Uncle Nine.

At the same time, he is also the Taoist priest in charge of managing this group of 'zombies'.

These zombies were his clients, and he wanted to send them back to their hometowns for a proper burial.

Placing it in the mortuary was merely a matter of passing through and finding a place to rest for the night.

Who knew that Wencai and Qiusheng, those two unlucky guys, would cause such a commotion!

Upon hearing their cries for help, the two zombie fathers rushed to the scene immediately.

inside the house.

The zombies initially adopted strange postures.

He knelt before Bruce Wayne.

But in the next moment...

They jumped again, raised their arms, determined to kill Bruce!

Bruce didn't know why these zombies harbored such deep resentment towards him!

but!

He discovered that these two seemingly ordinary guys were even more of a liar than Holmes!

After realizing that the zombies were only chasing them, they decisively let go.

"Oh, so he was chasing after you. That puts my mind at ease. After all, he's still one of our own!"

"you%@#!"

Bruce, quite unusually, swore.

Using the child's size, Bruce rolled and crawled under the coffin, successfully escaping the zombies' attack.

At that moment, Foul said, "It's time to put your clever little brain to use!"

Bruce couldn't help but say, "Can we talk about this later? Right now, my priority is to escape them!"

Hiding under a coffin is not the optimal solution.

Because the zombies would soon surround him completely.

If I want to leave then, I'll have to ask outsiders for help.

Bruce always believed that one's destiny should be in one's own hands!

Seize the opportunity.

Bruce, as nimble as a mouse, scurried under another coffin, getting even closer to the doorway.

"Kid, wait a little longer! My master and uncles will be here soon!"

"..."

Bruce glared angrily at Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng.

They actually have the leisure to watch a show!

However, Bruce still noticed a characteristic among the zombies.

All they do is hop and jump.

They don't use their limbs as flexibly as ordinary people.

So Bruce chose to go to a dead corner.

He had calculated everything perfectly; he was in a blind spot, and the zombies couldn't hurt him no matter what!

"Smart kid," Foul said, "you've figured out the right way to deal with zombies, but you seem to have forgotten one thing..."

Bruce asked, puzzled, "What?"

"They'll kneel down when they see you? Wouldn't kneeling down hurt you then?!" Foul said.

"..."

Bruceston felt mentally exhausted.

Forget it.

at this point.

He stopped pretending.

He's come clean!

He has a gun!

The small pistol given to him by his butler, Alfred!

"Wow, how could you cheat? I remember you hate using guns the most!" Foul pointed and whispered from the side.

"Special times!"

Bruce pulled a small revolver from his pocket.

Alfred had considered this carefully; the pistol seemed to fit his child's size perfectly.

Foul was actually right.

He really doesn't like guns and doesn't really want to use them.

Seeing a gun would instinctively remind him of that rainy night.

But these are special times, so we can't worry about that now!

The trigger was pulled.

The bullet was suddenly fired!

A loud bang!

A zombie that was attacking Bruce fell to the ground.

Bruce hadn't even adjusted to the recoil of the pistol when another shout rang in his ears.

"Oh dear! Daoist Master, my client!!!"

"What!?" Bruce exclaimed in shock!

client!?

These corpses dressed in ancient court attire are actually someone else's clients!?

The very next second that the thought arose.

Two figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

Master Four Eyes glared at Bruce: "Little brat, I'll settle the score with you later!"

After saying that, Master Four Eyes and Uncle Nine rushed towards the group of zombies together.

They are illustrating a single sentence.

That is—what a strict father of a zombie is!

Uncle Nine was all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness; his fierce moves rained down on the group of corpses.

Master Four Eyes, feeling sorry for his "client," advised Uncle Nine not to use too much force while taking out a talisman and re-attaching it to the zombie's forehead, thus suppressing their actions.

A short while later.

The two easily dealt with all the zombies.

Bruce was dazzled by what he saw.

He looked down at the small revolver he was holding.

Then he looked up and glanced at Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes.

Fowler saw through Bruce's thoughts and comforted him, "Like you said, it's a special time, otherwise why would you need a gun?"

Bruce pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

Fowle added, "Don't forget, you're only eight years old!"

"..."

Bruce nodded, and the terrible thoughts in his mind subsided somewhat.

Just when Bruce thought it was all over.

Uncle Nine suddenly exclaimed, "Huh, there's another zombie?!"

Master Four Eyes counted the items and asked in confusion, "Nothing is missing."

At this moment, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai pointed to Bruce, "Master, there's another little foreign zombie over there!"

Bruce's face turned red with anger at those words!

"I'm not a zombie! I'm alive, I have a name!"

"Yes, I can see that."

Uncle Nine nodded, then suddenly walked up to Qiu Sheng and started punching and kicking him!

"Pretend to be a zombie, pretend to be a zombie, I'll teach you to pretend to be a zombie!"

"Ouch! Master, I was wrong, please don't hit me!"

Uncle Nine was not biased at all; he beat up Qiu Sheng and then Wen Cai.

The matter wasn't over until the two of them fled in terror and left the area.

Master Four Eyes squatted down beside him, looking at the corpse that Bruce had shot with a gun with heartache.

"Oh dear, that cut on your forehead looks awful!"

"..."

Bruce silently watched Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes.

He knew that, apart from them and a group of subdued zombies, there was no one else in the room.

This is a question I want to ask myself alone.

"kid."

really.

Bruce had also prepared his response and was ready to reply.

He was just about to speak when he found that what Uncle Nine said next left him speechless.

Where are your family members?

"..."

Bruce strongly suspects that this was intentional on Fowle's part!

Every time he goes to a new world, will people ask him where his family went?

He has no family left!

He only has Alfred!

"I'm an orphan," Bruce said softly.

He didn't really want to hide anything in this matter.

Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes, who had already stood up, exchanged a glance and then nodded.

"Alright, but you'd better step aside first," Uncle Nine said.

"Move aside?" Bruce asked, puzzled.

next second.

Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes simultaneously pulled out glowing peach wood swords.

The two pointed at the bat watching the show on Bruce's shoulder and said, "You audacious monster! Show yourself now!?"

The bat cried out, "I'm innocent! I'm one of our own!"