I train Batman in a horror world

Catching ghosts, catching ghosts.

Bruce's frantic talk about catching a ghost never happened.

However, his two junior brothers, Wencai and Qiusheng, had a conflict with Master Ren's daughter, Ren Tingting.

Bruce wasn't quite sure what the conflict was, but he noticed that Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked like they were bewitched.

He had a feeling that his two senior brothers would eventually fall for women.

......

After returning to the mortuary from town, Bruce didn't hold a dictionary this time. Instead, he carefully looked at the zombie notes that Uncle Nine had recorded.

The notes described the process by which a corpse becomes a zombie.

Similarly, the notes also mention that if you are injured by a zombie and it is not treated in time, you will also turn into a zombie that has lost consciousness!

"An ordinary corpse becomes a zombie because it gains a breath..."

Bruce basked in the sun, intently studying the sentence described in Uncle Nine's notes.

If a person experiences anger, suffocation, or resentment before death, a breath will gather in their throat.

If this continues for a long time, the air trapped in the throat will not be released, and the person will turn into a zombie.

This seems to be the result of some kind of deep-seated obsession.

Bruce thought to himself, "From a scientific point of view..."

Wait a minute, from a scientific point of view, they would just be cremated. How could a pile of ashes turn into a zombie?!

Bruce shook his head, thinking that it was still a bit too unreasonable for a corpse to turn into a zombie.

But considering all the magical things he had experienced, he felt it wasn't entirely impossible.

Bruce was somewhat accepting of the knowledge about zombies.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a sound came from beside my ear.

Bruce turned his head and saw that it was Uncle Nine.

The other person had been standing right next to me for who knows how long, and I hadn't even noticed!

"I'm reading your Zombie Notebook," Bruce said honestly.

"Oh? So what did you figure out?" Uncle Nine asked curiously.

Bruce thought for a moment and asked, "Since corpses can turn into zombies, is there any way to stop this process?"

Uncle Nine said succinctly, "Burn it."

Why wasn't it cremated before...?

This will solve the problem at its root.

Bruce pondered silently, then continued, "Since the zombies were born, and their existence is so dangerous, there must be a way to deal with them, right? Like continuing to burn them?"

"good."

Uncle Nine nodded, quite pleased with Bruce's clever little brain: "Fire counters corpse demons, peach wood counters yin and filth, and talismans suppress their souls. These can all be used to deal with zombies."

Bruce hummed in agreement, then, remembering something, asked, "I saw a lot of glutinous rice at the mortuary. Is that also used to repel zombies?"

"That's right."

Uncle Nine couldn't help but sigh at Bruce's intelligence. Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, who were by his side, had been with him for many years.

They asked fewer questions about zombies than Bruce did!

"Glutinous rice is the essence of the five grains. After being exposed to the sun, it becomes an extremely yang substance. Zombies are yin, and yang can overcome yin."

"..."

Bruce couldn't help but say, "Then why not stuff a mouthful of glutinous rice into the corpse's mouth before burial? That stuff should also eliminate any lingering breath in the corpse's throat, right?"

Uncle Nine sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Respect for the dead is paramount; burial brings peace. Stuffing glutinous rice into someone's mouth isn't preventing them from becoming a zombie; it's desecrating their life. Which descendant would want to be buried with their ancestor's mouth stuffed full?"

That's better than turning into a zombie and biting people everywhere...

Looking at Uncle Nine's expression, Bruce ultimately swallowed his words.

He lowered his head and continued flipping through his notes.

Uncle Nine looked at Bruce's profile. When the boy was reading his notes carefully, his eyebrows would furrow slightly and his lips would be pursed into a line.

Unlike Wencai, who looked around aimlessly, or Qiusheng, who was absent-minded.

"Bruce..."

"Um?"

Why do you want to learn these things?

Upon hearing the question, Bruce looked up, his azure eyes shining brightly in the sunlight.

"Because of something, I don't want to see it happen anymore."

"..."

Uncle Nine didn't press for details; he simply glanced at his notes and said:

"But that's not what you should be learning right now."

"What is that?"

"Practice the horse stance."

"..."

Seeing that Bruce was about to assume a horse stance, Uncle Nine couldn't help but say:

"There's no need to get it done now."

"It's alright, Uncle Nine. I understand what you mean. You mean... having a strong physique is the foundation for supporting all actions."

Uncle Nine was stunned.

He originally intended to say that starting tomorrow wouldn't be too late.

Seeing that Bruce had already started practicing his horse stance, he could only bite the bullet and say something.

"Yes, yes, that's what I was thinking."

"..."

Uncle Nine then helped Bruce adjust his posture to ensure there were no problems with the movement.

"But you're still young, you'll be fine after standing for a while. You have to take it slowly."

"I see."

Bruce then called over Foul, who was chasing birds in the sky, and asked Foul to help carry Uncle Nine's notes so that he could review them while training.

Fu Bao was quite resentful about this, saying that he really considered himself a mascot.

Considering the bat cub's unwavering resolve, Fore let him go.

Where is Uncle Nine who was standing to the side?

He watched for a while before leaving.

He went up to Wencai, who was dozing off, and slapped him to wake him up.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

"You! You!"

Wen Cai covered his flushed face and looked at his master with great confusion, not understanding why his master had hit him.

Uncle Nine, looking at the drool oozing from Wen Cai's mouth, said with exasperation:

"Where is Qiu Sheng?"

"He's minding the shop for his aunt."

"Hmph, he's lucky!"

If Qiu Sheng weren't here, I would definitely have dragged him along to draw with me!

"If only you two had half of Bruce's character!"

"Master, what are you saying? If Qiu Sheng and I were young masters like Bruce, would we still be here?"

"Huh?!" Uncle Nine's eyes widened.

Wencai chuckled and tugged at Uncle Jiu's arm, shaking it back and forth.

Uncle Nine glanced at Bruce outside the house and saw the boy practicing his horse stance while having the mischievous Holmes help him flip through his notes.

When it was time to rest, he took out a new notebook and looked as if he was recording some thoughts.

Uncle Nine felt he couldn't watch any longer.

If he looked any longer, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist strangling Wencai and Qiusheng!

If Wencai and Qiusheng turn into zombies, where will he go to seek justice?

......

In the time that followed.

Although he didn't see Bruce the Ghost, he recognized every single one of the magical artifacts related to ghost hunting and zombie extermination.

Bruce memorized all the knowledge about zombies.

Two days later, in the early morning, Uncle Nine woke up Bruce, who was still fast asleep.

"Bruce, today is the day of Old Master Ren's reburial. Go and get things ready."

"good!"

Bruce seemed a little excited and quickly got up to wash up.

While he was washing up, Foul came up to his shoulder, yawned, and said:

"You're so excited, it's like you can't wait to see Old Master Ren turn into a zombie!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I don't want people to turn into zombies!"

"Yeah?"

Fowler glanced at Bruce's pocket: "Then what's with all this gasoline, pistol, and sticky rice you prepared beforehand?"

"..."