I train Batman in a horror world

Bruce eventually settled in the mortuary.

After all, Foul had spent so many gold bars without a second thought, so no matter how much Uncle Nine wanted to do something, he would still let Bruce stay here for one night.

Wen Cai was in charge of Bruce's accommodation. He was instructed by his master to prepare a clean room for the foreign child.

Unlike him, Qiu Sheng did not live in the mortuary. Instead, he had his own family and went back to live with his aunt.

Wencai pushed open the door and swept the room several times with a feather duster.

"This room is nice, it's close to both me and my master. If you feel unwell, just call out to us."

"Thank you."

"Oh, no trouble at all!"

Wen Cai took the luggage that Bruce brought and prepared a bed for him.

It's called a bed, but it's just a few benches put together with a wooden board on top.

Bruce certainly didn't have the temperament of a spoiled brat.

He came here to gain experience, not to enjoy himself.

After everything was settled, Wen Cai tucked the feather duster under his arm and clapped his hands.

He turned to look at the young boy, and suddenly remembered his master's instructions.

His master had told him about the boy's background, saying that Bruce was an orphan and that he must never bully him.

Wen Cai hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Um... Mr. Wayne, I think I didn't call him the wrong person, right? That's how I heard he's called..."

Bruce shook his head: "Just call me Bruce."

"Okay, let's call him Bruce."

Wen Cai leaned down slightly and said softly, "Although you haven't entered the sect yet, I think Uncle Jiu will keep you in soon. I'll call you junior brother for now."

"Junior brother, I also learned about your background from Master, and I can only express my deepest regret about it."

Bruce frowned.

He doesn't really like people talking about his background.

Only someone likes this.

However, he did not show the slightest annoyance, but simply shook his head.

Seeing this, Wen Cai felt that he had brought up something he shouldn't have, and that Bruce had recalled painful memories again.

Then he comforted him, "But don't be afraid, junior brother. My father died when I was three and my mother died when I was seven. Like you, I am also an orphan."

"Qiu Sheng is the opposite; he lost his mother at the age of three and his father at the age of seven, making him an orphan as well."

"..."

Bruce wanted to plug his ears.

"We all know what it's like to be an orphan, especially when you're unhappy..."

At this point, Wencai patted his chest.

"Just ask your senior brother!"

"......OK."

After surveying the room, Fu'er gave his assessment: a doghouse at first glance.

Hearing Wen Cai's words, he asked, "What, are you guys forming a Lone Warriors Alliance?"

"Foul!" Bruce's face turned red instantly!

Otherwise, it would be possible to stir up his emotions.

This guy said something astonishing as soon as he opened his mouth!

Wen Cai snorted coldly: "My master told me to avoid communicating with a monster like you."

Upon hearing this, Foul was furious: "What the hell?!"

However, Bruce still held the guy back, afraid that he would cause some trouble again!

"Thank you for your help, Wencai... Senior Brother Wencai." Bruce found it difficult to speak.

"Oh, you're welcome, you're welcome. It would be great if you could give me a few gold bars too!" Wen Cai said cheerfully.

Bruce glanced at Fowler.

Fowler snorted and turned his head away.

The meaning is very clear: it's in charge of the money, don't even think about it!

Upon seeing this, Wencai angrily exclaimed, "Monster!"

"Just because I don't show my power doesn't mean I'm a coward—"

"A monster is hurting people!"

Wen Cai shouted and ran out of the room.

Bruce covered Fowle's little mouth and held him tightly in his arms.

"Alright, alright, I won't treat you like a monster anymore!" Bruce said.

"Zun Du, fake Du?" Fu'er's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked like she had suffered a serious heartbreak.

"real!"

Bruce released Fowler and sat down on the bedside.

The bed board was hard; it was uncomfortable to sit on, let alone sleep on.

Bruce didn't care at all. After adjusting for a while, he lay down.

"You're going to sleep already?" Foul asked.

"No, let my body get used to this bed first," Bruce replied honestly.

Lying flat was uncomfortable, so Bruce turned over, his back to the wall and his face towards the window.

Through the window, he saw the bright moonlight.

After staring for a moment, Bruce suddenly asked:

"Follow, are there ghosts in this world too?"

"Clever Bruce."

"I have a feeling you're... never mind."

Apart from the moonlight streaming in through the window, there was no other light source inside the room.

But Bruce's azure eyes shone especially brightly in the darkness.

He said, "When I saw them subdue that group of corpses, they weren't nervous at all, as if they were used to it."

At this point, Brewster paused deliberately: "Of course, Wencai and Qiusheng are exceptions."

"Of course! Look at their age, they must have a wealth of experience."

Fowler comforted him, "Look at you, you're only eight years old. Other kids are still playing in the mud, and you're already facing all sorts of fears."

Bruce pursed his lips and said softly, "After all, this was my own request."

Fowler shrugged and didn't say anything.

Bruce hadn't forgotten why he started training in the first place.

Lei Xiaogu is a mysterious figure.

The Batcave once discovered another name for Rashomon in the Shadow Warrior's memories.

The Demon King.

They don't sound like the kind of people you'd want to mess with.

Similarly, his so-called "purification" of Gotham will not be a purification in the literal sense.

He would not tolerate Rayshogu doing anything bad to Gotham, nor would he allow Gotham to continue to condone it.

He not only has to stop Rashomon from doing everything he's about to do to Gotham, but he also needs to continue honing his mentality in subsequent training.

To be honest.

When I first came into this world.

The pitch-black darkness had already frightened him a little.

Seeing a group of corpses hopping around afterwards didn't put me in a good mood either.

Just as he said earlier.

He wants to confront his different fears and stop being afraid.

"Oh, right."

Bruce suddenly remembered something and said, "What did you say to Uncle Nine earlier? Why did he look at me strangely afterwards?"

Foul snorted, "I asked him to take you as his apprentice, but he's still considering it. I said, what's there to consider? You're a rare talent!"

Bruce didn't think he was as good as Foll claimed.

After listening quietly, he didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Foul couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong? Are you worried he won't accept you?"

"no."

Bruce took out the pistol from his pocket and thought of Alfred.

"I'm just worried that I might develop some kind of emotional bond with them in the future, and I'm afraid it will affect my mindset."

"Haa!"

Holmes was speechless. "Otherwise, you should say it's Batman."

"You don't need to worry about that; they're from a different world than you."

Fowle comforted him, "Like the Jack family, they've formed some kind of bond with you, but can Reschog's henchmen reach them?"

"cannot."

Upon hearing this, Bruce nodded, and seemed to relax a bit.

"So, my Bruce, you need to become strong after experiencing all this horror! Then, when you encounter similar trouble again, you won't worry about this or that anymore; you'll just let them come at you!"

Fowle asked, "Do you think you can do it?"

Bruce took a deep breath and responded to Fowler with a gesture.

He stretched out his hand.

Trying to grasp a few strands of moonlight that are impossible to catch.

"I will do it!"

Eight-year-old Bruce Wayne said this.

The sound was very soft.