I train Batman in a horror world

Shi Jian's search for people born in the "Three Yang Heavens" period was not going smoothly.

Then some people will ask...

Senior Brother, Senior Brother, why do you insist on going to find these people yourself? Wouldn't it be better to send someone to find them?

Are you kidding me?!

What a mess! What a huge loss of face!

Should we send someone to look for them?

You must be joking!

And there's something even stranger about it.

Those people in the town who met the criteria of a Yang year, Yang month, and Yang day have almost all disappeared without exception!

Admittedly, there are only a few people in a town who meet the criteria for being born under the "Three Yang" birth pattern.

But how could they all have moved out on the same day, at the same time?

Is there really such a coincidence?

I was just about to look for them when they disappeared?

All of this seemed as if someone had specifically foreseen it!

I knew he would come looking for these people!

Then they moved these people away!

This is simply...

Shi Jian clenched his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and set off again for the next family whose birth chart matched the "Three Yangs" birth criteria.

The result was the same; the place remained empty.

Not right.

Something's very wrong, absolutely very wrong!

Someone is definitely trying to stop me from doing this!

Who could it be!?

Many figures flashed through Shi Jian's mind, but in the end, he settled on the doll-like apprentice under Uncle Jiu.

He remembered what his son had said: that his current predicament was all orchestrated by Bruce!

Shi Jian was initially unwilling to believe it, but his various experiences forced him to have doubts.

Such a young age, yet she possesses such a meticulous mind!

To further verify his conjecture, Shi Jian went to the house next door to try and get some information out of it.

"Sir, when did the Ma family move away?"

"What the heck... Oh, it's a Taoist priest!"

"..."

Shi Jian's eyelids twitched; he could tell that the old man had initially tried to fool him.

But there's no need to dwell on that now.

"You mean them? I don't know why they moved away either. It seems like they moved away not long after they took in a young Taoist priest!"

"Young Taoist priest?!"

Shi Jian pressed further, "Did you ever have a foreigner's face?"

"It does seem to be a foreign doll; its eyes are blue, and it's quite cute..."

Without saying a word, Shi Jian turned and left.

What an evil little foreign devil!

Foreigners really deserve to die!

"Hey, Taoist priest, won't you come in for a cup of tea?"

Go find somewhere cool and stay there!

"Okay!"

......

On the way back.

Shi Jian's pace quickened, as if he had something important to do, and his legs moved so fast they left afterimages on the ground!

He simply couldn't imagine it.

It's incredible that a child could do this!

Not only did he orchestrate the Second Maoshan Conference, but he also got his own son imprisoned!

He even considered what he would do next!

This guy is way too old for an eight-year-old!

This is clearly a monster!

Thinking of this, Shi Jian quickened his pace again, wishing he could shrink the distance and return to his son's body.

Since the other party seems to have a premonition, there's no reason why they wouldn't rush to where their son is!

My son's soul has departed!

After a while, Shi Jian finally arrived back at the location of his son's body.

This place is remote and almost deserted, with an extremely heavy yin energy, making it an ideal location for refining corpses.

Similarly, if someone were to ambush me here...

Shi Jian clenched his fist, too lazy to think about these things anymore.

All he wants now is to make sure his son's body is intact!

crunch--

I pushed open the door and went inside.

Looking at his son's body lying quietly in the coffin, Shi Jian subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that the body is alright.

The next second, his expression changed, and he shouted:

"Shao Jian? Shao Jian?!"

"..."

The room was so quiet that only the sound of my own breathing could be heard, and...

Shi Jian's gaze fell on a simple altar.

A statue of the patriarch is placed on top.

In front of the statue, three incense sticks, almost completely burned, emitted wisps of smoke.

At this moment, the emotionless pupils of the ancestral master statue seemed to be staring intently at him.

"!!!"

Shi Jian felt a pang of heart palpitation, and at the same time noticed that the magic array flag he used to preserve his son's soul was lying scattered on the ground.

"Shao Jian..."

Shi Jian was overwhelmed with grief, and his voice inexplicably choked with emotion.

Because from the very beginning, he forcibly left his son's soul in the mortal world through a magic array.

This behavior itself is against the natural order.

Once the magic circle fails.

The son's soul will become a completely lost and helpless spirit, unable to live or be reincarnated.

Just as Shi Jian was about to drop the little pearl.

Suddenly, a childish voice rang in my ears.

"I did not turn your son into a lost and wandering ghost."

「!?」

Shi Jian turned around instantly and found a boy who had appeared at the door at some point.

Bruce's gaze fell on the clay statue, and then he said simply:

"I was just telling him, in front of the patriarch, to go back to where he was supposed to go."

"..."

Shi Jian clenched his teeth and stared intently at Bruce.

"You orchestrated all of this?!"

"Um."

Bruce nodded without hesitation, looking at Shi Jian with a complicated expression.

"Why are you doing this? The resentment emanating from your son is already affecting you, and you're even continuing to indulge him? Aren't you the sect leader and senior disciple?"

Shi Jian gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't seen the slightest respect from you for my position as your senior uncle!"

"Because someone like you doesn't deserve my respect."

"..."

Bruce's gaze fell on Shi Shaojian's corpse.

He recalled the conversation between the father and son.

Then, in an extremely incomprehensible tone, he said:

"There are 3,600 methods of Taoist magic; haven't you ever considered that you're deceiving Heaven itself?!"

"?"

It's hard to imagine that I, as the senior disciple of a sect, would one day be verbally lectured by an eight-year-old child!

So Shi Jian heard this sentence.

He was stunned for a moment.

Then his body began to tremble.

Then he burst into maniacal laughter!

"How arrogant! How arrogant!"

Shi Jian, enraged, pointed at Bruce and yelled, "You, an outsider, dare to lecture me? This is utterly absurd!"

Seeing that the other party was on the defensive, Bruce immediately became nervous.

"I'm just stating a fact: you've been doing the wrong thing from beginning to end!"

"Then I'll go all the way down this wrong path!" Shi Jian roared.

It was the boy in front of him who caused him to lose face.

It was this boy in front of him who caused him, an old man with white hair, to bury his young son!

It was the boy in front of me who was lecturing me so arrogantly!

It was the boy right in front of me...

This has ruined my chances of becoming an immortal!

It's all him!

Shao Jian is dead, and he no longer cares about right or wrong!

He was willing to risk all his cultivation to make this brat fail here today!

He wanted the other party to pay for their crimes in blood!

At this moment, Shi Jian's hair was flying wildly, as if he had gone mad, and he looked ferocious and terrifying!

He made a hand seal, raised his hands above his shoulders, and shouted angrily:

"Ray is coming!"

A sizzling sound.

Two extremely long bolts of lightning suddenly appeared from his palm.

The result was in the next second.

The lightning seemed to have been sucked away by something.

With a whoosh, it disappeared.

"?"

Shi Jian's eyes widened; he hadn't expected this at all.

Unconvinced, he roared again, "Thunder, come!"

call out!

As before, the lightning was once again absorbed by something.

"?????????????"