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Chapter 333 Who doesn't sell corpses in Gotham Cemetery? (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

Gotham, that's it!

To put it nicely, the situation is difficult to reverse.

Although Batman begins to eliminate crime in the city with the help of the Justice League, the shadow left over from the past will not disappear, and it will take at least a generation for there to be significant changes.

Therefore, it is normal that the citizens on the streets of Gotham are still so wild and pull out their guns at every turn.

"Go away!"

Martin had no intention of getting entangled with these strangers. He grabbed the big shield with both hands and threw it out. It was like a mountain, covering their heads directly and knocking out those who were shooting.

"it's over?"

Zhou Zanxi grabbed Martin's robe, carefully stretched out her head, and looked at the living people who had fainted.
Faced with the passing of ghost soldiers, the little girl still had the strength to fight and dared to draw out the talisman sword to fight against the evil spirits, but when faced with more real people, she became frightened instead.

"They're just a bunch of petty people, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Martin seized the great shield and stuffed it back into the box, then kicked the stunned attackers but did not twist off their heads.

"Let's go! You're trembling like that. I'm afraid you've never seen anything like this before!"

Martin glanced at the little girl and saw through the fear in her heart.

What Zhou Zanxi feared was not these people with guns, but the familiar order, and she transferred this order to Gotham.

Due to historical and current needs, the University of Tokyo habitually controls all kinds of violence, thereby creating a relatively stable environment for ordinary people.

This kind of control inevitably makes ordinary people feel safe, while creating an impression of the strongest violence, as if this force is pervasive and controls every aspect of society.

From a dialectical or realistic perspective, this is of course impossible.

But living in such an environment, Zhou Zanxi inevitably developed an attachment to such an order.

But there is no such supporting force in North America that can apparently overwhelm all forces in society and maintain a relatively stable situation.

"Won't the police here take care of things?"

Zhou Zanxi did not stay in the United States for a long time. After returning to China, her biggest source of understanding of North America was various American TV series, and she hardly even climbed over the wall.

After all, she was busy preparing for the middle school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, and she also had to find time to practice, draw talismans and practice her martial arts. She had no extra time to care about these things.

This time I came to North America because I had finished the college entrance examination and wanted to move my grandparents' ashes back to China.

"I don't know much about this country. I only saw on the news that Gotham was in chaos, but I never imagined it would be this chaotic."

Zhou Zanxi patted his chest with lingering fear, then jumped out from behind Martin.

"Although this place is a mess, my parents have already arranged everything. I can leave immediately after receiving the ashes. So, Master Martin, please don't worry about me."

The little girl's fear of Martin far exceeds that of those Gotham people who just shoot on the streets.

She had only read about ghost soldiers passing through her territory in the storybooks left by her grandparents. Even a high-ranking Taoist priest would have to pay the price of half his life to quell the rebellion of ghosts when faced with such a disaster.

But these gods who appeared out of nowhere defeated the vicious ghost soldiers in a few seconds, knocked down three ghost kings with a few punches, and created the unheard-of Soul Street.

Each and every incident demonstrates the extraordinary nature of this divine being before us.

Zhou Zanxi didn't want to get into any trouble because of this, so she wanted to politely refuse Martin. It would be best if the two of them parted ways and didn't interfere with each other.

"Miss Zhou, you are unlucky."

Martin placed his large hand on Zhou Zanxi's shoulder and said in a tone that brooked no refusal, "Soul Land isn't a place anyone can enter. Since you've entered, we're destined to be together. Besides, I don't have much else to do today, so I've got to shamelessly pester you."

He was really just bored and wanted to find something to do.

There are spells set up by Zhang Jiao in Zhenhun Street. Even if hundreds of ghost kings come, they will not be able to cause any waves under the six yellow sky banners.

Death did not appear because of Zhenhun Street.

Reverse Flash had just been killed, and there was nothing important happening in the Justice League, so Martin wanted to take a vacation.

"But."

Zhou Zanxi looked at the god-like figure beside him who looked like a statue in a temple, and quickly shook his head.

"Don't say but, I'm not asking for your opinion. Besides, you should be happy to have me protecting you!"

Martin patted the little girl on the shoulder, interrupted her, made a decision by force, then blew the whistle, and Hoof Shadow ran out of the Soul Street.

He now has quite a few vehicles, but his old friend Tiying is more to his liking.

"Wow, what a cool mechanical horse!"

Zhou Zanxi was just a high school graduate. Unable to resist Martin, she quickly accepted the current situation and looked at the hoof shadow in front of her with glowing eyes.

Anyway, Martin is not a bad guy. He saved me from the evil soldiers, so he will be fine.

"Great God, how can you, a god from ancient times, have such a cool mechanical horse!"

Zhou Zanxi reached out to touch the hoof shadow, but was directly rejected by the arrogant mechanical horse.

"I'm not some old man. Besides, refining equipment is a wild and imaginative thing. It's not surprising to come up with anything!"

Martin patted Tiying's head, turning him into a motorcycle.

Hoof Shadow is quite famous in Gotham. Galloping on the streets in the form of a mechanical horse, he easily attracts the attention of some minions.

"I don't understand. My grandparents never taught me anything about alchemy or refining weapons!"

Zhou Zanxi shook her head like a rattle.

This is how folk teachings are passed down. It is not easy to pass down a skill.

Those who can leave a complete system to future generations are all masters who are qualified to establish their own schools, and they would not have to travel across the ocean to the United States.

Martin couldn't explain anything in detail, so he waved his hand and said, "I won't tell you anything complicated. Just remember that when it comes to alchemy and refining equipment, luck plays a big role. Even if you follow the steps strictly, the finished product will often exceed your expectations."

"Come up!"

He turned over and got on the motorcycle. He grabbed Zhou Zanxi's collar with his big hands, put her on the back seat of the motorcycle, and stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Martin's outfit is really too exaggerated. Whether it is the robe full of talismans or the Han Dynasty armor, it looks too weird in the eyes of modern people.

But there were a lot of weird people in Gotham, so people on the street just glanced at Martin and then went on about their business.

Zhou Zanxi sat in the back, initially enjoying the strong wind blowing in her face as the motorcycle sped by. But after a gust of wind blew directly into her mouth, causing her to cough repeatedly and her eyes to turn red and she couldn't hold back her tears, she obediently huddled behind Martin, using his heavy armor to block the wind from the speeding motorcycle.

"Here we are!"

Martin was not familiar with the roads in Gotham, but Hoof Shadow had already downloaded the Wayne Group's latest map of Gotham, so it didn't take him long to reach the cemetery where Zhou Zanxi's grandparents were.

Zhou Zanxi jumped off the motorcycle. Her sharp short hair had been blown into a mess by the wind, and it looked no different from a chicken coop.

She quickly used her hands to fix her hair into a relatively handsome look, looked up at the English sign, but didn't recognize the English at first, so she didn't look at it again. It didn't matter anyway.

"The yin energy around here is so strong!"

After being baptized by the ghost soldiers in Zhenhun Street, Zhou Zanxi subconsciously took out a bottle of blue cow tears and wiped it on her eyelids, then frowned.

Martin shook his head. Seeing no ghosts, he said to the girl in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid of the ropes after being bitten once. Gotham is a place that has been plagued by all kinds of messes since its founding. It's normal for it to have a lot of negative energy."

The people who did this were of course the Court of Owls. In order to complete Barbatos's orders, they added electrum to the buildings in Gotham, turning the entire Gotham into a huge experimental field, forcing the people in the city to become crazy at all times.

Martin once thought about using a major event to directly flatten Gotham's buildings and then rebuild them.

But Batman firmly disagrees with this opinion and hopes to find a way to resolve the harm of Electrum, but so far, the entire league is helpless against Electrum.

Martin couldn't find a good solution, otherwise he wouldn't have come up with the decisive solution of "razing Gotham to the ground."

"But none of this has anything to do with you, little girl. Go get your grandparents' ashes! Then, I'll get you out of this troubled place called Gotham."

"Oh!"

Zhou Zanxi had no interest in Gotham, so she nodded obediently and walked straight into the cemetery.

The gravekeeper of this cemetery is a man in his forties or fifties, with a greasy face, a bald head, a big belly, wearing dirty work clothes, and smelling slightly of alcohol.

When Zhou Zanxi knocked on the door, the gravekeeper was lying on the bed and snoring. After being woken up, he angrily threw the bottle in his hand out, and it hit the wall with a crackling sound.

"Who is this? Running to the cemetery in broad daylight, looking for death?"

The gravekeeper stumbled open the door, then leaned weakly against the door frame, rubbing his eyes vigorously, cursing and complaining.

But after he saw Zhou Zanxi standing in front of him, he suddenly perked up and said in a slick tone: "Hey, little sister, you are not bad looking. Where are you from? Let me take a good look at you."

Zhou Zanxi was in a foreign land and didn't want to cause trouble, so she took a step back and avoided the greasy man's dirty hands in front of her, but she just wanted to talk to him.

Click!

Martin would not be polite to such a person. He walked over the little girl, grabbed the gravekeeper's dirty hand, clenched it tightly, and broke it back.

"Ah, my hands, my arms, ahhhh."

The gravekeeper let out a wailing sound like a pig being slaughtered. Zhou Zanxi was frightened by Martin's violence. She wanted to persuade him but didn't know what to say.

"Just shut up, listen to what I say, and watch what I do."

Martin first warned Zhou Zanxi, then, with a terrifying face, said to the gravekeeper, "I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. If you tell a lie, I'll break your legs. If you tell another lie, I'll start snapping my fingers. Do you understand?"

He applied a little force with his hands, and the gravekeeper broke out in sweat from the pain. His body twitched uncontrollably, and his crotch was instantly wet.

"understand!"

The gravekeeper shouted repeatedly. He just glanced at Martin's terrifying mask and his heart beat faster with fear, but he was tortured by pain and could not use his coma to escape.

"Does your cemetery sell corpses?"

"Brother, uncle, ancestor."

The gravekeeper yelled out every name he knew for elders, then said at the top of his lungs, "What cemetery in Gotham doesn't sell corpses? I'm just following the crowd. You're dressed like this, do you have family buried in our little cemetery?"

Zhou Zanxi's eyes instantly spit fire, and she finally understood why Martin was so violent when he came up.

boom!
The little girl punched the gravekeeper so hard that his eyes turned black and blue, and cursed him fiercely, "You bastard, you even sell the corpses of the dead. Do you have any humanity left?"

"Nonsense! If I lose my humanity for a day, my conscience will at most condemn me. If I don't make money for a day, I will starve to death."

The gravekeeper had no fear of the young girl and started shouting in his own defense.

Martin had a cold face and applied a little force with his hands, making the bastard scream in pain.

"You could just lie to a little girl with this kind of stuff, but you dare to use it to sophistry in front of me."

"Still starving to death? I see you're thinking, if you don't sell your body, you won't have money for whoring, gambling, or drug-related pleasures, right?"

Selling corpses is not like running a supermarket where people come to buy things every day. Buyers do not come often, but the offers are often generous.

Only those who are really living in hardship and will starve to death if they don't work for a day will not choose this kind of industry.

"Stop talking nonsense. What kind of corpse are you selling? Old or young, male or female?"

Martin exerted a little force on his hands, and the gravekeeper spat out everything.

"I mainly sell the bodies of young and middle-aged people. All the labs need this kind of fresh laboratory material. The general donation process is very complicated and it is far less efficient than buying from the cemetery."

The more the gravekeeper spoke, the more disgusted Martin became.

After the man spilled all the useful information, Martin knocked him out and called Gordon to get him out.

Gordon received the call and couldn't help but complain: "I, the chief of the Gotham Police Department, have now become your personal cleaner."

"I haven't asked you for help many times. Besides, we are mutually beneficial. Next time you need something, just ask me. I will never refuse."

Martin smiled and comforted Gordon, then looked at Zhou Zanxi.

"Let's go dig your grandparents' graves!"

"Huh? Just the two of us?"

Zhou Zanxi kicked the gravekeeper hard. The city of Gotham brought her too much stimulation.

"The two of us are enough. If you don't want to fight, I can also summon a few Yellow Turban warriors. It's no big deal."

Martin took charge of everything, just like an older brother, directing and protecting Zhou Zanxi.

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