I train Batman in a horror world

After finishing marking the ink line at the bottom of the coffin.

The entire coffin of Old Master Ren looked as if it were covered with a fishing net.

The surface of the coffin was covered with dense black lines, with only a few fingers' width of space visible.

Based on Uncle Nine's experience, unless Old Master Ren is the reincarnation of the Zombie King, or someone deliberately sabotaged it.

Otherwise, there would have been no way for Old Master Ren to break out of the coffin!

Even in his next life, Grandpa Ren will have to keep glutinous rice company!

Zombieization?

Glutinous rice-like!

But in Bruce's view...

He actually felt it wasn't safe enough.

That is, it is limited by the time period of this world.

Otherwise, Bruce would have liked to install several titanium alloy plates to completely seal away Old Master Ren!

After Bruce finished drawing the ink line, his eyes darted back and forth over the coffin, then he said to Uncle Nine:

"Uncle Jiu, could you please put a few more talismans on the coffin?"

"..."

Uncle Nine sighed, thinking to himself, "Having come this far, is my little apprentice still not satisfied?"

He did not refuse, but picked up the talisman paper and began to draw talismans while taking the initiative to mention what had happened that morning.

"Do you know why I stopped you this morning?" Uncle Nine asked.

"Know."

Bruce pursed his lips; Fowler had discussed this topic with him before.

Now that Uncle Nine has brought it up again, Bruce has no other thoughts besides honestly "admitting his mistake".

"Your intentions were good, that's fine."

Uncle Nine drew the talisman and pasted it on the surface of the coffin. "But people are still made of flesh and blood. You want to burn it in front of people, but Old Master Ren was most afraid of fire when he was alive."

Even if your reasoning is entirely correct, Master Ren may not say it, but he will hold a grudge against you in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Bruce curled his lip.

He understood the reasoning, but he was still a little annoyed.

So he rebelled, saying, "Let him hate me then. I don't care anyway. Not becoming a zombie is the best outcome."

Uncle Nine chuckled to himself after he finished pasting all the talismans.

He placed his hand on Bruce's head and tapped it gently.

"Remember, the Taoist methods we learn are for helping others, not for making enemies."

"..."

Bruce suddenly remembered something and asked suspiciously, "What about the feng shui master? He plotted to frame Old Master Ren. If you weren't here, Uncle Jiu, Old Master Ren would have turned into a zombie, harming more than just one generation!"

He vaguely remembered what his Ninth Uncle had said that morning.

Feng shui masters still have some conscience; they harm one generation but not eighteen.

If it weren't for Uncle Jiu, wouldn't Old Master Ren have brought ruin to the entire Ren family after he became a zombie?

"We don't need to worry too much about what happened between them; at least Old Master Ren got what he deserved."

Perhaps influenced by Bruce, Uncle Nine also walked around the coffin to make sure nothing went wrong.

"The feng shui master thought that wasn't enough, so he used magic to affect the grave, and he will probably suffer the consequences later."

"Backlash?" Bruceton wondered.

"Whether it's zombies or ghosts, these can be dealt with using Taoist magic. But what if you use Taoist magic to harm people?"

Uncle Nine snorted coldly, "I'm afraid even Heaven itself wouldn't stand by and watch!"

Bruce seemed to be deep in thought.

Just then, Fu Er, who had been annoyed by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, flew over.

The bat retorted, annoyed, "What are you saying? When you and your junior brother attacked me with your flying swords, you didn't suffer any backlash!"

Uncle Nine looked at him: "Isn't that because you're a monster?"

"I'm a monster!?"

"Yeah, what bat can talk?"

"If I were a monkey, I don't believe you'd dare to try and cut me with a flying sword!"

Bruce grabbed the cursing Fowler, not wanting him to fight with Uncle Nine.

He held Ful in his arms like a child who had just woken up hugging his favorite plush toy.

Bruce asked, "Uncle Nine, if I've never done anything wrong, then if I encounter someone like a feng shui master, wouldn't I be immune to their magic?"

"That's not how you say it."

Uncle Nine chuckled, "What if he uses some kind of magic to hurt you? Like summoning lightning? Would you dodge or not?"

Bruce was stunned.

He wasn't conflicted about whether or not to hide.

But this thing called Thunder Magic... seems to actually exist?

Is what Folper telling the truth?

"What's more terrifying than ghosts and monsters is the human heart, but if you act with integrity, stand upright, walk righteously, and have a clear conscience, Heaven will be on your side!"

Uncle Nine looked at Bruce, then couldn't help but glance at Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, who were dozing off.

Hey.

Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.

When accepting apprentices, one should not only consider their talent in that area, but also their character.

And what about this cheaply acquired apprentice of his?

They are clearly not bad.

Just then.

Suddenly, shouts and cries came from outside the mortuary.

This immediately woke up Wencai and Qiusheng, who were dozing off!

"Is Uncle Jiu here? Master Ren invites you to his residence for a gathering!"

"Your residence? My Tingting!" x2

"..."

Uncle Nine looked at Bruce and said, "Let's go. You've prepared so thoroughly, at least give him the face to apologize to you."

Bruce grimaced; he wasn't really keen on going.

But his reluctance to go doesn't mean his two junior disciples don't want to go.

Wencai and Qiusheng rushed towards Bruce, each grabbing one of his legs.

"Come on, junior brother, let's do this as a favor!"

"Qiu Sheng is right, Junior Brother! If you come along, we'll look incredibly prestigious!"

"..."

Bruce was speechless at the behavior of his two senior brothers.

Fu Er also spoke from the heart, "What, are you still worried that Old Master Ren will turn into a zombie after being taken out of his coffin?"

Bruce honestly replied, "A little."

"How about this: I'll cast a spell to release him, turning him into a zombie, and then you can burn him alive!"

"How can this be allowed!?"

Bruce panicked. Although he really wanted to burn down Old Master Ren's house, he didn't need to do it this way!

Uncle Nine is right!

Holmes is definitely a monster!

"Hey kid, have you forgotten who's on your side?!"

"snort!"

People are all compromisers, and Bruce Wayne is no exception.

After Bruce was carried away from the mortuary by his two junior disciples, Uncle Nine stayed behind to close the door, then followed them with his hands behind his back.

He was thinking.

Think about what to teach Bruce next.

Charm?

Thunder magic?

Or should we invoke the gods?

Uncle Nine had a misconception.

That means Bruce seems to have mastered the basic methods of subduing zombies...

If you don't prepare in advance, Bruce will bring it up sooner or later.

......

The mortuary is located in a relatively remote area, some distance from the town.

However, because of Uncle Nine and the significance of the mortuary, very few people would voluntarily set foot in it.

Even if there were, it would be because they needed to ask Uncle Nine for a favor.

Just now, when the Ren family sent someone to invite Uncle Jiu to their residence for a gathering, they were calling him from outside the mortuary.

What?

You mean you want to go in for tea?

Forget it.

Uncle Jiu, your tea is strangely cold.

People are afraid.

Ordinary people don't set foot in mortuaries, but that doesn't mean extraordinary people don't.

This is not.

Now, an old man with a cane, limping, has arrived at the entrance of the mortuary.

The locks on the mortuary doors were not sturdy; they could be opened with a gentle push.

Then some people will ask...

Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, aren't you afraid someone will come to the mortuary to steal things?

What are you stealing?

Stealing corpses!

What lunatic would steal a corpse?

The old man is just a lunatic.