I train Batman in a horror world

An unfinished entry in Bruce Wayne's diary:

Cremation is the most direct way to deal with zombies, but many people here are unwilling to do so.

Therefore, the Dao exists because—

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The relocation of Old Master Ren's remains was a major event for the Ren family.

The Ren family is a prominent family in the town, so the number of people accompanying them this time was more than expected.

All those distant relatives and aunts came to Old Master Ren's grave, making it quite a lively scene.

Today, Uncle Nine was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and a Taoist crown on his head. From a distance, he exuded an aura of righteousness and gave people a strong sense of security.

Bruce didn't stay with Uncle Nine, but instead gathered with his two junior brothers.

However, these two senior brothers were clearly not interested in the relocation of the grave; their hearts were both set on Master Ren's daughter.

Bruce was quite helpless about this.

Seeing that the auspicious time had arrived, Uncle Nine didn't waste any words and instructed Bruce and the others to prepare incense burners and prepare for the worship.

"Everyone should worship with sincerity and reverence."

After Uncle Jiu finished offering incense, it was the turn of Master Ren's family to offer incense one after another.

Bruce also wanted to offer incense, but Qiu Sheng stopped him.

"What are you doing, junior brother?" Qiu Sheng asked, puzzled.

"Let's offer incense," Bruce replied.

"You're not a member of the Ren family, why are you burning incense?!" Qiu Sheng asked, puzzled.

Because I don't want him to become a zombie.

Bruce thought to himself, but still lit incense.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Bruce, Qiu Sheng simply stopped trying. He moved closer to Ren Tingting and, together with Wen Cai, performed "Peacock Spreading its Tail".

at the same time.

Bruce also noticed that Uncle Nine had frowned, his long, snow-white eyebrows twitching as if he had sensed something.

Curious, he moved closer to Uncle Nine.

On the other side, after Mr. Ren finished offering incense, he and his nephew, Ah Wei, came to Uncle Jiu's side.

He laughed and said, "Uncle Jiu, the feng shui master said back then that this burial site was very hard to find, a truly auspicious spot!"

"good!"

Uncle Nine pondered for a moment, then caught a glimpse of Bruce approaching out of the corner of his eye.

Since he was eager to teach, he slowed down his speech and said gently:

"This burial site is called the Dragonfly Skimming Water Site. It is 34 feet long, but only 4 feet are usable; it is 13 feet wide, but only 3 feet are usable."

"Therefore, the coffin cannot be buried flat; it must be buried according to the proper burial rites!"

While explaining to Bruce, Uncle Nine naturally didn't forget his two apprentices, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

Judging from their expressions, Uncle Nine felt that they only heard the latter part and not the first part.

"Amazing, Uncle Nine!" After hearing Uncle Nine's remarks, Master Ren gave him a thumbs up without further ado.

"A Buddhist funeral?" Wencai asked curiously, "Master, what is a Buddhist funeral? Could it be—"

Bruce tugged at Wencai's sleeve and whispered, "It definitely won't be a French-style funeral!"

"Junior brother, you can read minds?!"

"..."

Bruce has figured it out.

My senior brother and a certain guy have something in common.

They all occasionally speak without thinking.

What?

Where did you go, Foul?

Since arriving here, Fowle has been cowering in his collar, trembling, as timid as ever.

But judging from this guy's reaction at this moment, Bruce had a strange feeling that the relocation of the grave might not go smoothly.

Although Master Ren and the others did not hear Wencai's speech, Uncle Jiu had sharp ears.

He glared at Wencai, who immediately shrank back.

"So-called legal burial is burying the coffin upright."

At this point, Uncle Nine smiled and asked Master Ren, "Am I right?"

Mr. Ren nodded: "Yes, that feng shui master once said that if the ancestors are buried upright, the descendants will definitely be prosperous!"

Uncle Nine then asked, "So, is it effective?"

Mr. Ren immediately gave an awkward smile.

Upon seeing this, Bruce immediately frowned.

There's something fishy going on here!

At this moment, several more burly men came to Uncle Jiu and asked if they could start working. After receiving a reply, the group picked up their tools and began to get busy.

Taking advantage of the break, Master Ren pulled Uncle Jiu aside for a private conversation.

However, after noticing the little tail behind Uncle Nine...

Master Ren was stunned for a moment, his gaze falling on Uncle Nine.

Uncle Nine laughed and said, "It's alright. Since he's eager to learn these things, I, as his teacher, must do my part."

Upon hearing this, Bruce gave a polite, harmless smile.

Out of consideration for Uncle Nine, Master Ren didn't say anything. He simply continued the topic Uncle Nine had just been discussing:

"To be honest, Uncle Jiu, over the past twenty years, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse, and we don't know why!"

Uncle Nine asked, "Why do I have a feeling that this feng shui master has a grudge against your Ren family? Did the old master have some kind of conflict with him before he passed away?"

Mr. Ren looked embarrassed and subconsciously glanced at Bruce.

Bruce still wore a harmless smile.

"..."

Seeing that the little doll was unlikely to leave, Master Ren could only pray that she didn't understand him!

"This piece of land was originally chosen by a feng shui master. After my father learned that it was a good burial site, he spent money to buy it," said Mr. Ren.

"Just bribery? No coercion?" Uncle Nine had an expression that said, "I saw right through you."

Mr. Ren gave an awkward laugh.

"I think they must have threatened you, otherwise this feng shui master wouldn't have harmed your family!" Uncle Nine said confidently.

"Harm them?" Bruceston wondered.

"A dragonfly skimming the water should be covered by snowflakes, not cement. If the head of a coffin doesn't touch the water, how can it be called a dragonfly skimming the water?!"

Uncle Nine sighed, "That man still had some conscience. He made you exhume and rebury him twenty years later. He might have harmed you for half your life, not your whole life, but one generation, not eighteen generations!"

The voice just fell.

A few shouts came from the direction of the grave!

"The coffin has been taken out!"

Seeing this, Uncle Nine and Master Ren did not hesitate and immediately went over.

Bruce had intended to continue playing the role of the little follower, but suddenly heard Foul say:

"Bruce, don't go over there! That hole is very dark; you can't handle it!"

"If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought you were dead!"

Bruce is not going to stop.

He had prepared everything before he came.

If Old Master Ren shows signs of turning into a zombie.

He first sprinkled glutinous rice to prevent the zombies from attacking, then sprinkled gasoline, and finally fired the gun!

We should have Old Master Ren set it on fire right then and there!

Its main focus is speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness!

Of course.

It would be best if it didn't change.

But Bruce soon realized he was overthinking things.

At that moment, a cold wind suddenly swept up from the mountaintop, and birdsong filled the air, creating an eerie atmosphere.

After giving his instructions, Uncle Nine kept a close eye on the burly men as they pried open the coffin, fearing something might go wrong.

With this in mind, Bruce strode to the grave, ready to unleash his ruthless methods!

"Open the coffin!"

With Uncle Nine's command, several strong men successfully pried open the coffin lid.

A dense, overwhelming aura of yin energy rushed towards us!

Bruce didn't hesitate—

Eh?

Bruce discovered that the sticky rice he was holding tightly wouldn't spill out!

Looking down, I realized that my arm had been pressed down by Uncle Nine again.

Look up again.

Uncle Nine shook his head at him.