I train Batman in a horror world

Uncle Nine took Wencai and Qiusheng back to the mortuary.

Eight-year-old Bruce Wayne and an invincible super monster bat were left outside.

That sounds incredibly irresponsible.

After all, Bruce is still so young. No matter how amazing this bat is, it can't just abandon a child like that!

And as he left, Uncle Nine even left Bruce a clay statue of his ancestral master.

Bruce didn't understand what this meant.

Because he was already absorbed in what Uncle Nine had said.

"If you want to meddle in their affairs, fine, I'll allow you to."

"But from this moment on, you are no longer my disciple, and there is no longer any connection between us."

"This clay statue... by the patriarch above, witnessed by your own eyes."

"Good luck, Bruce."

"..."

These were all whispered words that Uncle Nine said to Bruce at the time.

The whispered words turned out to be words of expulsion from the sect!

Bruce almost burst into tears when he heard that.

Even when his two senior brothers, Wencai and Qiusheng, pleaded with Uncle Jiu after learning about the matter, Uncle Jiu glared at them and gave up.

Bruce thought for a long time, but still didn't understand what Uncle Nine meant, or why he wanted to get rid of him.

Was it simply because he questioned the resentment emanating from his senior master and his disciple?

Bruce didn't understand.

I really don't understand.

Similarly, he also felt a little wronged.

Because he had been exposed to enough Taoist knowledge, he knew why he was like this.

"Follow, am I destined to be a lone wolf?" Bruce asked, feeling wronged.

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" the big monster little bat asked in surprise.

"What?!"

Just kidding.

Fu Erle was amused.

He's just a young version of Batman, still not fully understanding the complexities of human relationships after thousands of years.

As an unparalleled and invincible super bat!

Foul knew perfectly well what Uncle Nine meant! (Arrogant)

"Uncle Nine is playing the role of Bodhi Patriarch!" Fu Er exclaimed excitedly.

"I'm not a monkey!" Bruce snapped.

"Then let me ask you, what did that monkey do next?" Fu Er chuckled.

Bruce was stunned.

He knew the story about the monkey.

Earlier, I accompanied Uncle Jiu to town to buy things, and he bought a small sketchbook to read out of boredom.

And the story of the monkey is recorded in it.

At that moment, Bruce's eyes lit up: "So, Uncle Nine didn't really want to expel me from the sect!?"

"Uh, I don't know," Foul said. "Anyway, you've really been expelled from the school."

"..."

"Think about it, Uncle Jiu is a respected Taoist priest in this sect, and Shi Jian is his senior brother."

Folle comforted the little bat, "To put it nicely, this is Senior Brother's personal matter. How could Uncle Nine interfere?"

Bruce's voice was muffled: "So Uncle Nine severed ties with me so that I could carry out my mission more effectively?"

"clever."

"But......"

Bruce wanted to say something more, but suddenly gave up and chose to remain silent.

Foul asked in surprise, "But what? But isn't Uncle Nine afraid you'll fail?"

Bruce shook his head: "Whether it fails or not, I'll do it. Besides, I haven't even started yet."

Although Uncle Nine's actions were suspected of being an attempt to avoid suspicion, they were generally not inappropriate.

This gave Bruce a good reason to make a move.

From this moment forward, Bruce Wayne was no longer a disciple of Uncle Nine. (Even though he wasn't even on the genealogy.)

But now I am an outsider.

Or perhaps he's a busybody who likes to meddle in other people's business.

same.

All the skills were in his mind, and he had mastered them all.

And before "idle person," you can even add the embellishment of "free spirit."

Therefore, the dignified Bat Taoist Priest has officially descended the mountain!

Oh my god!

Bruce stretched out two fingers and pinched Foll's suddenly frantic little mouth shut.

He picked up the statue that his Uncle Nine had left him, and asked, puzzled:

"But why did Uncle Nine leave this to me?"

"Let others be the witnesses."

Fowler's voice echoed in his mind, and Bruce silently loosened two fingers.

Bruce examined the statue closely for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I don't think it's that simple."

"I still tend to think it's some kind of token, like how God, though unwilling to see everything in the world, will eventually see it all," Fore said.

"Why? Because they are gods?" Bruce asked, puzzled.

"Because God has a hole in the back of his hand, he can still see even if he covers his eyes, but this statue is not blind."

"..."

As soon as Fuer finished speaking...

A thunderclap suddenly echoed through the pitch-black night sky, startling the guy so much that he shrank into Bruce's collar.

"Never mind!" shouted one of the cowardly mice.

"..."

Regardless, with his reasons for taking action ready, Bruce accepted the fact that he was now all alone.

As for whether he can bring good news back to meet his "hometown folks".

We'll have to see how he behaves after that.

"I have good news for you. The father and son are going to a restaurant in a nearby town tomorrow to discuss business," Fowler suddenly said.

"You have bat hearing?" Bruce asked.

"No, this is my superpower."

"..."

Bruce rolled his eyes resignedly.

Although he knew that Fowler was trying to help him, Bruce wanted to obtain the information through his own efforts.

In short, Foul treated him like a little kid!

Bruce was extremely unhappy about this: "You don't need to tell me these things anymore!"

Fowler demanded, "Are you sure?"

Bruce hesitated, "If I take your kindness for granted that day, it won't be good for either of us."

Foul said helplessly, "Silly boy, I've been with you for a long time, there's no good or bad about it."

"We'll see."

Bruce shook his head silently.

It was probably because Uncle Nine's expulsion of him from the sect was so sudden.

Bruce's little brain was unusually active tonight.

He imagined himself returning to Gotham and preparing to take action.

It would be clearly inappropriate for him to act as Bruce Wayne.

This will not only affect his beloved butler, Afu, but also his daily life.

He needs a completely new identity.

This new identity must be linked to the fears that were previously considered.

After a long period of contemplation, Bruce...

An idea about a secret identity was planted in his mind.

A few minutes later.

The boy began to organize all the things he had prepared.

He personally prepared a whole host of things that Taoist priests would or would not prepare, including clay statues of gods, small revolvers, yellow paper talismans, and glutinous rice.

The boy's actions as he packed his things were no different from those of any ordinary Taoist priest before descending the mountain.

So why did the Taoist priest come down the mountain?

Acting on behalf of Heaven?

Or.

Exorcising demons and monsters?

therefore.

The little bat-like Taoist priest is heading down the mountain!