I train Batman in a horror world

Bruce, of course, was unaware that Reschog had already discovered his disappearance.

He was currently asking Uncle Nine questions about thunder magic and talismans.

"Uncle Jiu, since people can use Taoist arts to summon heavenly lightning, and talismans can do the same, I want to know..."

Bruce paused for a moment, then asked, "Could I store the summoned lightning bolts inside a talisman?"

Uncle Nine: "..."

After asking the question, Bruce could clearly sense that Uncle Nine was stunned.

Uncle Nine was indeed stunned.

After taking on this young apprentice, he patted him on the head many times, and this time was no exception.

The act of patting the child's forehead stemmed from satisfaction with the child's character, but there was also another reason...

What on earth is going on in this child's head?

A moment of silence.

Uncle Nine gave his answer: "I don't know."

Fowler, who was listening in, promptly cursed, "Useless wretch!"

"You know?!" Uncle Nine sneered.

"I don't know!" Foul insisted.

To prevent Uncle Nine and his Fu Bao from arguing, Bruce quickly acted as a peacemaker.

He asked curiously, "Has no one tried it?"

Uncle Nine said helplessly, "How can we even try? Summoning lightning involves mobilizing the energy between heaven and earth for one's own use, while the art of talismans requires an imperial decree. You want to use a talisman to store lightning..."

Uncle Nine stopped there.

He suddenly hissed and then looked at Bruce with a strange expression.

Bruce scratched his now-healed, delicate face, looking puzzled.

Why are you watching him?

Go on...

Foul leaned close to Uncle Nine's ear, wanting to whisper something.

But Uncle Nine put his two fingers together and pushed the bat monster away.

His expression turned inexplicably serious: "When you wrote the edict, you didn't use your own name, did you?"

Bruce didn't understand why the topic had veered to this point.

He shook his head: "Of course not."

Uncle Nine hummed in agreement: "That's good. You can try writing the Bat Edict and then put your current ideas into practice."

Upon hearing this, the bat immediately flew into a rage!

"How dare you, you brat, harm me?!"

"Harm you? Why do you look so happy?" Uncle Nine said with a sidelong glance.

Bruce felt like he was caught in a whirlpool.

He couldn't quite understand the conversation between Fu and Uncle Nine.

He knew that the talisman-making group relied on the power of their ancestor. If the name was not written correctly or the talisman was not drawn correctly, it would be disrespectful to the ancestor and might even result in a backlash.

Bruce certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to issue a decree using his own name.

But what Uncle Nine is talking about now is the bat edict...

Bruce began to scrutinize Fowler from head to toe with a frantic look.

Sensing the bat cub's gaze, Fu Er struck a pose, twisting and turning on Uncle Nine's shoulder.

"Oh, go ahead and borrow my power if you want~ Master Fu doesn't care about that!" the bat said.

"I think you're bluffing me!" Bruce said firmly.

Not right.

Something is definitely not right!

But then I thought about it again.

Bruce believed that Uncle Nine had no reason to harm him.

Can he really borrow Foul's power?

What if this guy doesn't want to lend it to me that day?

"Sigh, I can't believe that even after knowing each other for so long, you're still so wary of me. Oh well, I guess I misjudged you!"

"..."

After saying this with a heartbroken look on his face, Foul flapped his wings and flew outside.

Logically, Foul should have appeared more heartbroken.

only......

"Hahahaha~"

What's with that suppressed and awful laughter?!

Bruce was completely baffled.

Uncle Nine sat lazily in his armchair, took a sip of the fine tea that Master Ren had recently sent him, smacked his lips, and then tried to pick up his pipe for a few puffs, but put it down again after seeing Bruce.

"What? Feeling sorry for it?" Uncle Nine laughed.

No, not at all.

Bruce looked in the direction Fowler had left. "That guy doesn't seem sad at all."

Uncle Nine smiled and took the initiative to bring up another topic.

He said, "Regarding the Thunder Magic, my cultivation is not very deep."

Bruce asked in surprise, "Not deep?"

He remembered that Uncle Nine had almost struck that feng shui master with lightning before!

"It's not deep at all."

Uncle Nine sighed, "However, I have a senior brother whose mastery of thunder magic far surpasses mine."

"Senior brother?"

Bruce's first thought was of the Taoist priest with four eyes, but he remembered that the other party was his junior brother.

"Can I meet this...uncle?" Bruce asked.

"What, you want someone to teach you thunder magic? Don't you recognize me as your Uncle Nine anymore?" Uncle Nine joked.

"Of course not..."

Bruce scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.

But Uncle Nine didn't care at all.

He lay on the armchair, which rocked back and forth with his movements.

"Let's talk about it another time. My senior brother... sigh."

"..."

It sounds like there's a story behind it.

Bruce thought for a moment, then decided not to linger and went to find Foul instead.

After Bruce left, Uncle Nine picked up his pipe and started puffing away, as if he had something on his mind.

......

"Tell me! What exactly is going on in your little brain?!"

Bruce stuck a blank piece of paper on the bat monster's forehead.

Without words, it is naturally useless!

Foul flicked the yellow talisman, "You think you have more stuff in your head than I do?!"

Bruce scoffed, "You know what I'm talking about."

Upon hearing this, Holmes shook himself and jumped onto Bruce's bed.

The bats covered with yellow talismans began to mimic zombie jumps.

"What Uncle Nine said is actually correct; you can indeed borrow power from me," Foul said.

"No backlash?" Bruce asked bluntly.

"I have no idea how many people I've benefited from. You think I'm a wishing bat joking?"

Fol knew what Bruce was worried about.

He himself was certainly qualified to lend the kid his strength.

Of course, Fowle believed that one should avoid exerting effort if possible.

Is it really the "merit" I painstakingly accumulated?

and......

Why can't Barbatos, who is also a bat, lend his power to Bruce?

Although the other party's existence involves too many people, don't forget what methods Bruce used.

In terms of DC's historical development, Barbatos came first, then Batman.

But in terms of the edict used by Bruce.

Batman came first, then Barbatos. (See this chapter for details)

The father asked his son for energy.

It's only natural!

At the same time, the method of issuing the decree can also allow Bruce to avoid the magical loan sharks in the DC Universe.

By invoking divine decree, all negative effects were transformed into legitimacy.

Oh, I managed to find this loophole!

On the surface, he was asking himself for power, but in reality, he was asking Barbatos for it!

And there won't be any consequences at all!

"..."

Bruce was annoyed by Fowler's current smug look.

"I really did write your name!"

"Go ahead and write it. I don't care if you tell me."

"You said it yourself!"

A few minutes later.

Two thick bolts of lightning struck the mortuary at the same time!

Boom!

There was a large hole in the roof of the house where Bruce lived.

His soft bed was blown to pieces on the spot!

Fuhr, his body billowing black smoke, asked through gritted teeth:

"What the hell did you write?!"

"The Edict of Foul!"

Bruce calmly slipped the other bat edict into his pocket.

......

at the same time.

In the vast, dark multiverse.

A huge creature that resembled both a bat and a dragon suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

He seemed to sense that his power was diminishing slightly...

It's really just a little bit.

The kind that's smaller than a fingernail.