I train Batman in a horror world

The sky above the mortuary was so gloomy it seemed as if ink was about to drip from it at any moment.

The scenery was clear just a short while ago, so how did the world change color in an instant?

Others may not understand why.

But Uncle Nine understood.

Strange celestial phenomena indicate that something significant is about to happen!

But Uncle Nine didn't think this was a sign that Old Master Ren had completely turned into a zombie.

Admittedly, Old Master Ren was a royal official during his lifetime, but his resentment was not enough to cause such an unusual phenomenon.

The specific reason remains unknown to Uncle Nine.

The only certainty is that God is about to be angry.

After Uncle Nine led his two apprentices back to the mortuary.

Upon entering.

Then I saw Bruce Wayne beating up an old man.

......

Bruce's cute face was now bruised and swollen, and one of his eyes, which was once as beautiful as clear blue seawater, was now closed, swollen like two sausages stuck together.

The other eye is relatively normal and has not suffered any damage.

He grabbed his fist and punched the old man beneath him!

As the saying goes, youth has the greatest advantage in boxing.

The child is young and sensible, and has no intention of holding back.

But the old feng shui master was, after all, an elderly man.

With a weak constitution, how can I compare to a young person full of energy?

He wasn't submissive, nor did he know how to resist.

The pain from various parts of his body left him completely powerless.

He definitely beat up Bruce.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up with bruises and swelling.

But Bruce seemed impervious to pain; the more the old man beat him, the more excited Bruce became!

Ignoring the pain, I was determined to knock him out!

The old feng shui master complained bitterly.

"HP-1, HP-1, HP-10!"

"Well done, Bruce, you landed a critical hit!"

Like a referee in a boxing match, Fowler stood by shouting and yelling, holding a string of unfinished candied hawthorns, showing no intention of helping at all.

When Uncle Jiu returned to the mortuary and saw it, he was speechless.

This guy doesn't seem like Bruce's partner at all.

They're clearly just watching the show!

"Bruce!"

"Junior Brother!" x2

The shouts from Uncle Nine and his two senior brothers made Bruce stop his fist, which was swinging in mid-air.

Bruce turned his head and saw Uncle Nine and his two senior brothers arriving at the gate of the mortuary.

As for the captain, Awei?

Uncle Nine never expected them to be such good-for-nothings, their health was so poor it was unbearable to look at, and they were still on their way!

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief when Uncle Nine and the others appeared.

Then he grabbed his fist and slammed it hard into the face of the old feng shui master below!

"Ouch!"

"Ninth Uncle, this is the guy who wants to turn Old Master Ren into a complete zombie! Come and stop him!"

Qiu Sheng was furious when he heard this!

He's old and disrespectful, and he even dares to bully children, including his own senior brother!

Isn't this bullying the weak?!

So he shouted, "I'm here to help you, junior brother!"

Before Uncle Nine could react, Qiu Sheng brought his feet together, lightly touched the ground, and darted towards Bruce like a swallow.

However, at this very moment...

A deafening clap of thunder suddenly echoed over the mortuary!

"Boom—"

Qiu Sheng did a backflip and returned to Uncle Jiu's side.

"Master, what's going on? Is even God not letting me go help Bruce?!" Qiu Sheng asked anxiously.

"You blockhead!"

Uncle Jiu was furious and couldn't help but punch Qiu Sheng on the head.

So what if I was scared by the lightning!

What do you mean by "God doesn't want you to help"?

"Splash—"

After a loud clap of thunder, a long-awaited downpour began.

Raindrops the size of beans fell on the mortuary with a pitter-patter sound.

Bruce was stunned for a moment by the commotion.

Then, the very next second.

The old feng shui master he was riding beneath let out a maniacal laugh!

"Hahahaha, even the heavens are on my side, can't you see?"

"Heaven is here—ouch!"

Bruce punched him, making him shut up immediately.

"If Heaven were on your side, I wouldn't be here!"

"Really? Then look at this damp glutinous rice! Once the glutinous rice you carefully prepared gets damp, it will greatly lose its ability to suppress the zombies!"

The old feng shui master, seemingly delirious from the beating, exclaimed, "Isn't this heaven helping me?!"

Bruce turned his head and saw that all the bags of glutinous rice that had nowhere to be stored had been affected by the rain.

"this......?"

He was somewhat confused as to why the rain had started so suddenly.

This seems to be exactly as this malicious feng shui master said.

Is God helping him?

How could the heavens be so cruel?!

"Who can truly understand God's will? Just like you know Gotham will condone everything that happens, do you know why Gotham will condone it?"

Fowler's well-timed words of comfort rang in his ears, easing Bruce's momentary vexation.

"I don't believe it will condone this kind of thing like Gotham did!" Bruce said.

"Maybe." Foul shook his head, as if he knew something.

Of course, Uncle Nine on the other side couldn't just stand there and stare blankly.

He walked towards Bruce and the feng shui master, muttering in confusion:

"Why bother? You're already old, and Old Master Ren has long since paid the price for his misdeeds. Even so, you still can't let it go?"

But Uncle Nine had just approached them.

With a loud bang!

A thick bolt of lightning immediately struck down!

It was as if they were deliberately driving Uncle Nine away, not allowing him to get close.

Uncle Nine was shocked and couldn't understand what God was doing!

Meanwhile, Bruce, who had finally regained some of his energy...

And because of the lightning strike, his expression became complicated.

now.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Bruce and the old feng shui master, both standing in the center of the courtyard, were soaking wet and looked extremely disheveled.

"Isn't this God helping me? This preordained rain is clearly a deliberate attempt to hasten Ren Weiyong's transformation into a zombie!"

The old feng shui master looked at the child riding on his back and wondered what he was thinking.

He secretly admired the opportunity, decisively gathered his strength and flipped over, instantly grabbing Bruce and adopting a threatening posture!

"I'll show you who Heaven is on!" the feng shui master shouted.

"..." Bruce, who was being strangled, did not react much and appeared unusually silent.

"If you dare to harm him, believe me, I'll strike you dead with lightning!" Uncle Nine cursed.

"Go ahead and chop it!"

The feng shui master held Bruce tightly, like an old ghost haunting a young child.

"you--"

Uncle Nine paid the price for his cowardice towards people.

He can show no mercy to zombies and ghosts, annihilating them without hesitation.

But when it comes to people, there is always a bottom line.

"Boom—"

Several more claps of thunder echoed over the mortuary, and the lightning bolt, which appeared from different perspectives, failed to strike for a long time.

It's like...

It seems like they're waiting for some opportunity?

Waiting for someone's decision?

The stalemate lasted for a moment.

Uncle Nine lowered his hand from the hand seal.

Seeing this, Bruce finally spoke up.

"Uncle Nine, summon the lightning!" Bruce said.

"?!" Uncle Nine and the feng shui master were both stunned.

Bruce slowly raised his head, his small, bruised face staring intently at the dark clouds above.

Rain fell on his face, but he didn't close his eyes. His gaze was so firm, as if he wanted to pierce through the dark clouds and see the scenery behind them clearly.

"Everything I did was to prevent Old Master Ren from turning into a zombie."

"Regarding Taoist practices, I still only have a superficial understanding."

"If you're just going to stand by and watch some people deliberately cause trouble without doing anything, then there's no point in me learning anything in this world."

At this point, Brewster deliberately turned around and glanced at the feng shui master who had been holding him tightly.

"No matter how terrifying ghosts and monsters are, there are Taoist methods to deal with them. But some people are more terrifying than ghosts and monsters. Since Taoist methods cannot solve them, then people are needed to solve them."

"If humans can't solve it, Heaven will take its revenge."

"So, Uncle Nine, go ahead and summon the lightning; I'm not afraid of getting hurt!"

As the feng shui master listened to Bruce's words, he felt that the other party spoke with such righteous indignation and without any fear!

In comparison, he felt ashamed of himself.

However, he did not believe that God had come to take him away.

If that's the case, why didn't you take care of yourself before?

Why wait until now?

Are you kidding me? It can't be that God doesn't want to hurt him just because this kid is around, right?

"Playing tricks!" the feng shui master sneered, but his trembling voice betrayed him unconsciously.

"Signal lightning!"

Bruce was in the same state as when he faced Gotham.

His loud shouts seemed to be directed at both Uncle Nine and the dark clouds above.

He expressed his determination.

Then, just like we waited for Gotham's response, we waited for the response from the clouds above.

"I'm not begging you, I'm demanding that you unleash this thunderbolt!!!"

"I think you're really—"

The feng shui master suddenly noticed a bat with a candied hawthorn stick in its beak perched on the shoulder of the child in his arms.

The bat made a simple movement.

It covered its ears.

at the same time.

A deafening roar!

A bolt of snow-white lightning, as thick as a banyan tree, descended from the sky and struck him and Bruce directly!

Bruce stared at the bolt of lightning without even blinking.

He just watched.

Then the old man behind him collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He exhaled a breath of black smoke and groaned weakly, it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

It was only a fleeting moment.

The sky, filled with dark clouds, looked as if it had been forcibly torn apart by a pair of giant hands.

The sky above the mortuary has returned to clear.

Uncle Nine stood there, stunned, his mind in turmoil.

Upon seeing this, Wencai and Qiusheng couldn't help but ask, "Master, did you attract the lightning?"

Uncle Nine shook his head silently.

His expression was more complex than his two disciples had imagined.

At this moment, Fall circled around Bruce frantically.

"Bruce, I think we should just go cultivate immortality and forget about Gotham!"

"..."

Ultimately, Batman is a chosen one!

His every appearance was linked to the environment.

It's always either raining or thundering.

Isn't it true that heaven is favoring him?

If Heaven favors him, why did his parents still have to die?

That's a difficult problem.

Foul was thinking nonsensically when he noticed Bruce seemed to have run out of energy and plopped down on the ground.

Putting aside the mystery surrounding it not long ago, let's look at it from a scientific perspective.

Bruce beat the old man purely out of adrenaline.

Now that things are over, Bruce is obviously too exhausted to continue.

"What happened? You finally got a response from God, so why do you look so sad now?" Foul asked curiously.

Bruce pursed his lips, and for the first time ever, his expression turned somewhat aggrieved.

"I am surprised and grateful that the world is willing to listen to my request."

"But......"

Bruce paused, then said, sounding very aggrieved, "But why does Gotham tolerate all of this happening!?"

"All it does is watch!"

"And then do nothing!"

By the end, Bruce's tone became even more aggrieved, and it even sounded like he was about to cry.

Fowler shrugged.

He knew that the deaths of the Wayne couple were a wound that Batman would need a lifetime to heal.

In a sense, the deaths of the Wayne couple set a significant tone for Bruce Wayne's character as Batman.

But from the perspective that the world is alive.

"Maybe it's not doing nothing," Fowle said. "Maybe it's waiting for something."

Bruce was puzzled: "Wait?"

"Just like you confronted it directly, it responded to you, and then it waits for your next action, waiting for you to stop indulging its rampage."

"..."

Bruce was silent for a moment, then whispered:

"Is this your way of comforting me? Thank you..."

"What did you say? Say it again?" Foul seemed not to have heard clearly and leaned closer to listen carefully.

Bruce knew that guy must have heard him!

As proud and aloof as Bruce is, he would never say it a second time!

At this time.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the mortuary.

Captain Awei arrived at the door, panting, his face flushed, and said:

"Uncle Jiu, did you do something wrong? Why did God strike you with lightning?"

"Ha! By the time you come to help, it'll be too late!" Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai scolded.

"How dare you talk like that!?"

Awei's expression hardened, and his gaze fell on the courtyard.

"Didn't you say your little apprentice was having trouble with my great-uncle?"

"Where's the trouble?!"

The voice just fell.

A loud sound of breaking wood suddenly came from the morgue inside the mortuary!

Upon hearing this commotion, everyone present felt their hearts leap into their throats!

Did Grandpa Ren really turn into a zombie after all?!

While everyone was on tenterhooks, they did not forget their own identities.

They walked together into the house.

A short while later.

Then, the sound of skipping footsteps came from further inside the mortuary.

......

Zombies possess a trace of intelligence after they are born.

It knows what will harm it, what will benefit it, and when to run away when it encounters danger.

So when it passed by the ubiquitous bags of glutinous rice.

Its hopping pace became unusually slow.

He even had a slight urge to go back to his old coffin and continue lying there.

Because there's just so much glutinous rice here!

Why are there so many?!

But the coffin had long been completely destroyed by it, reduced to pieces of broken planks.

I've finally been born, and now I have to go back to lying down?

No!

It's not allowed!

The terrible idea was quickly overshadowed by the new ideas ingrained in the zombie instinct.

It smelled something!

That is......

That's the smell of blood relatives, the scent of the living!

Eat!

It needs to eat!

So after the zombie had been jumping around for a while, it saw a group of people blocking its way.

It was stunned.

Outside, the sky was clear and cloudless.

Not far inside the room, in front of him stood another Taoist with one eyebrow, whose palms were crackling with blue and white lightning.

And a dozen or so dark, trembling guns, their muzzles pointed at him.

last of the last.

The zombie's gaze fell on a foreign child.

The foreign child was clutching something in his hand, as if he was about to throw it at him at any moment, while in his other hand he was holding a small revolver.

After gazing at each other for a moment...

The zombie turned and jumped away.

Jumping.

A hoarse, unpleasant voice came from one side.

"I want all foreigners dead..."

"Bruce, Wen Cai Qiu Sheng, come with me to subdue the zombies!"