I train Batman in a horror world

In the time that followed.

The old man, who had become a zombie, and the feng shui master, hand in hand, turned into a pile of ashes.

Unless they possess Kryptonian blood and will levitate at some point in the future.

Otherwise, this matter would be completely closed.

To express their gratitude to Uncle Jiu, the Ren family presented him with a large sum of money as incense offerings and also hired helpers to renovate the mortuary, making it much larger than before.

Bruce's room also changed from a hard bed board to a relatively soft bed.

This thing is irrelevant to Bruce.

He didn't really care much about the quality of his living environment.

During this period, he either recuperated from his injuries, practiced standing meditation, or learned some body-strengthening techniques from his senior brother Qiusheng.

Of course, Bruce spent more time and effort inheriting the Taoist teachings passed down by Uncle Nine.

It's more accurate to call it learning than inheritance.

After all, Uncle Nine never formally accepted Bruce as his disciple; he remained a nominal student, not officially recognized by the family register.

So what kind of Taoist practices are you learning?

Thunder Magic!

The art of conjuring lightning with bare hands and using lightning to strike people!

Fowle was very satisfied with this.

In his view, given Bruce's personality, he would definitely adopt voltage-related functions first in the technology of the gloves used in uniforms.

Then wait until the enemy destroys the glove's electric voltage function.

Bruce ripped off his glove again!

Let the talented citizens of Gotham see what it means for Batman's palm to emit blue electric arcs!

But despite his thoughts, Holmes realized that this thing wasn't so easy to learn.

......

"How can you be so stupid? You still haven't learned it!"

Fowler then launched into a tirade of profanities at Bruce.

Bruce didn't reply, but simply kept his palms outstretched and gazed silently.

Fu'er was still cursing: "You've disappointed me so much, kid! Do you know how many gold bars I spent to get Uncle Nine to teach you thunder magic?! That's all my money, it's my lifeblood!"

Bruce couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. "These are practically my gold bars, aren't they?!"

"What do you mean 'your'? The gold bars are with me, so aren't they mine?!" Foul said righteously.

"cut."

Bruce stared at his palm for a moment, and finding nothing, he clenched his fist and shook it.

I felt nothing at all.

Or is it that you lack talent?

Bruce thought about it casually, then decided to learn how to draw symbols.

Although Uncle Nine didn't teach this, he didn't shy away from it either.

The skills are there for all to see.

How much you can learn depends on your own destiny.

Foul was now on Bruce's head, his claws gripping two thin, soft black strands of his hair, making it look as if he were controlling Bruce.

"How can you not learn it?! You're Bruce Wayne! You have to learn it!" Foul said.

"That's enough! I've only been learning for a few days!" Bruce shook his head, trying to shake off the guy!

It's as if he has to learn the Thunder Magic manual that Uncle Nine just gave him immediately!

There's no such thing as a simple matter in this world!

"No way! You have to remember you're Bruce Wayne!" Foul wasn't thrown off; he gripped Bruce's hair even tighter.

"Uncle Jiu said to take it slow and not to be impatient, otherwise what if a bolt of lightning strikes and hits me?"

Bruce, seeing that he couldn't shake off this guy, let Fowler do whatever he wanted.

He still remembered what Uncle Nine had said before teaching him the Thunder Technique.

Before triggering lightning, one must be free of distractions and not deliberately trigger lightning.

Just like in life, one should act uprightly and sit straight!

If you overthink things, you'll attract lightning, and you'll be the first one to be struck!

Foul then interjected, asking, "Uncle Nine, when you were learning thunder magic, were you ever struck by lightning?"

However, Uncle Nine ignored it.

But Bruce had a vague feeling that Uncle Nine might have been struck by lightning...

Of course, these are all his own ideas.

"You must have something on your mind, otherwise you wouldn't be unable to learn it!" Foul snorted.

"..."

Bruce was silent for a moment, then surprisingly nodded.

Foul was surprised: "Oh, there really is! Tell me so I can have a good laugh."

Bruce couldn't take it anymore and wanted to slap this guy down!

Fowler is as agile as a mouse, impossible to touch, and determined to control Bruce!

Bruce said helplessly, "After what happened with Old Master Ren, it's hard for me not to think about Gotham and Rashomon."

"I can understand Gotham, but what about Reshogu?" Foul asked curiously.

Bruce went inside, picked up a paper talisman and a pen, and began to practice drawing talismans.

Uncle Nine and his two senior brothers went out on business. He wanted to go with them, but Uncle Nine said it was a small matter and told him to stay at the mortuary and keep an eye on things.

Bruce had no choice but to obey.

His swollen eyes were much better thanks to the ointment, and he could clearly see the strokes of his pen.

Bruce pondered as he drew a talisman: "I searched the Batcave in that Shadow Warrior's memories; it told me that Rashomon was a very mysterious person, seemingly someone who had lived for a very long time..."

"How so?"

Holmes said "Oh," thinking to himself, "So, we've finally arrived at the classic detective segment?"

Before Batman was shrouded in the aura of a superhero, he was known as a detective!

DC.

Detective Comics!

"I have never actually met Rashog, but based on what I know about his story and the fact that he sent people to invade Wayne Manor..."

"He must be in charge of a large and mysterious organization!"

"If it weren't for the existence of the Batcave, I think I would have had a hard time discovering that the Shadow Warriors had invaded Wayne Manor."

Foul nodded, then suddenly snapped back to reality and yelled, "Am I even human?! Am I even human?! Have you forgotten about me?!"

Bruce flicked the guy away in annoyance. "You're not even human. You're more of a god than a human."

Fowler twisted his body contentedly.

"He wanted to purify Gotham, but his parents stopped him in another way. Now he wants to continue, but he doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all."

"That almost proves one thing," Bruce said.

"What is it?" Foul asked.

“He has plenty of time,” Bruce said, narrowing his eyes. “And he could also be an extreme idealist.”

"The kind of person who won't take action until the time is right."

Fowle blinked. "That does sound plausible."

While Bruce was calming his mind, he still had extra thoughts to ponder.

"Having a large and mysterious organization means he is very capable; otherwise, he couldn't manage so many people."

"He could have purified Gotham much earlier, but my parents stopped him and told him to wait instead, which means he has plenty of time."

"These factors combined make it hard not to think about his existence."

Foul was very satisfied with the boy's reasoning.

He asked, "So what's your assessment of him?"

Bruce also finished copying a complete talisman at this time, a talisman specifically used to immobilize zombies.

The boy, whose eyes were still slightly swollen, said this:

"He might be a sentient zombie, otherwise you wouldn't have brought me to this world for training!"

"?"

Foul lost his balance and fell off Bruce's head.

The process is entirely correct.

What the heck is this "result error"?!

That little brain of hers is holding way too much stuff!

"Is it possible that he might be a vampire?"

"Who knows... wait, maybe there are vampires in this world!?"

"...Never mind what I said."

......

at the same time.

DC Universe.

While soaking in a pool of green liquid, Lei Xiaogu suddenly sneezed.