Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 334: Pray to God for blessing! (Subscribe, read, vote and comment)
Standing in front of her grandparents' tombstone, Zhou Zanxi smiled helplessly and whispered, "I really don't know whether I should be happy or sad. Gotham is really not a place suitable for people to live in."

“The world is not as beautiful as we think, but it is not as hopeless as you see!”

Martin simply comforted the little girl and then walked to the tombstone.

"Before you open the grave, do you need to make some preparations, such as kowtow, burn incense, sing an opera, etc.?"

Nothing is more important than life and death, especially for monks. The various rituals are very complicated, and what Martin said is still relatively simple!

"Master, it's the 21st century now, no one will do this, okay?"

Zhou Zanxi rolled her eyes. She respected her grandparents very much, but she really couldn't do opera or anything like that.

"Besides, as a god, shouldn't you value these more than I do?"

"of course not!"

Martin shook his head decisively: "I am a god. Life and death are different from those of mortals. Of course, I don't care about these things. Taoists do this because they need complex rituals to gather strength and communicate with the gods."

When explaining the difference between gods and humans, he became quite excited and explained the vital energy and magic power in detail. The little girl felt dizzy after listening to it and was unable to understand these things at all.

"Anyway, if you're not going to do anything else, let's just dig up the grave!"

"By the way, how were your grandparents buried?"

Although there is no specific arrangement for burial methods in the United States, anyone with a little money will practice burial. After all, it feels different to have a religious farewell ceremony for the intact body and ashes.

However, for ordinary people, the land prices in the city are too expensive. More and more people are starting to choose cremation and then bury their family members in public cemeteries. It is simply forcing people to die before they have to pay off their mortgages.

Zhou Zanxi took out offerings from her backpack, such as fruits and cakes, and then lit a few incense sticks and inserted them in front of the grave: "My grandparents are very traditional people. If they were still alive, they would be so angry to death when they saw me doing this."

"Don't worry, your grandparents will never come back to life as long as I'm here. Even if they do get up, I can beat them back with one punch."

Martin raised his fist. His fist, wrapped in armor, flashed with a sharp cold light, which made people shudder even without the sun.

"Don't do that. If I bring back two mutilated bodies, my parents will cut me into pieces."

Zhou Zanxi had just finished bowing her head when she saw Martin's fist. She was so scared that she jumped up and stood in front of the tombstone.

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously. If I really wanted to do something, I would definitely shoot directly instead of using my fists."

Martin put his fist away, then snapped his fingers, his magic power circulated, and the energy of the yellow sky turned into smoke and cloud. The next moment, two yellow-turbaned warriors walked out of the smoke and cloud.

"Qu handsome!"

Two yellow turban soldiers, who looked like ordinary people, with yellow turbans wrapped around their heads, wearing Han armor and carrying long swords on their waists, saluted Martin with their fists.

These strongmen are actually figurines made with a mixture of spirituality and magic power. For Martin, who is blessed by the energy of Huangtian, it is not difficult to make such things.

Martin nodded, pointed at the tombstone in front of him and said, "Dig up this grave, be careful with the bodies inside, don't damage them in the slightest. Even though more than a decade has passed, it's estimated that there are only two dried bones left inside."

"Master, those are my grandparents. If you want to comment, please stay away from me, okay?"

Zhou Zanxi stood beside Martin and bumped Martin's waist with her elbow in dissatisfaction.

Martin was fine, but the little girl's elbow was hurt by the armor and she grimaced, not even going to see how the Yellow Turban warrior was digging the grave.

The two Yellow Turban strongmen drew the long swords from their waists and used them as shovels. They quickly threw out a rough outline on the ground, then threw away the long swords and used their hands instead.

The two strong men with supernatural powers turned into excavators and dug out a coffin in a short while.

Zhou Zanxi looked at the coffin that was gradually appearing, her attention completely drawn to it, and she didn't even notice that the temperature around her was getting lower and lower, and the yin energy was growing thicker for no reason, like countless ice spikes pressing against a person's back.

Martin looked around and found that the surroundings became darker and shadows emerged from behind the tombstones.

Suddenly, a foul smell began to spread in the cemetery, and the things that crawled out from the ground began to crawl towards the only two living people in the cemetery.

"The stench of corpses is so strong, are we going to see the Walking Dead?"

Zhou Zanxi was awakened by a foul smell. She made a seal with her left hand and took out a piece of yellow paper folded into a sword shape with her right hand. With a wave of her hand, it turned into a big sword covered with talismans.

"They are not the walking dead, but the zombie Taoist priests. Those who crawl out of the graves are zombies."

Martin stood there, like an iron tower, and said in a deep voice: "Strange, the speed at which these zombies transform is too fast, nine out of ten things are wrong!"

The stench of corpses became stronger and stronger. Zhou Zanxi held the sword in one hand and made a defensive gesture. She said in astonishment: "Even the great god, you don't know anything. Is Gotham so dangerous?"

"Oh, you misunderstood!"

Martin said calmly: "These zombies are not high-level, but low-level. Even if I stand still and let them fight for hundreds of years, they will not be able to destroy any of the spells on my armor."

Zhou Zanxi was choked. As a little wizard, she wanted to refute Martin's invisible Versailles behavior but she didn't know how to say it. In the end, she could only give a thumbs up.

"Master, you are so powerful. I will leave these little zombies to you."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhou Zanxi's words.

Martin didn't care about the little girl's resentment at all. He waved his hand and said in a commanding tone: "Since we are destined to meet, I will teach you a few moves. Go kill these zombies first and let me see your strength."

"Don't worry, I'm here. Even if you die, I can bring you back from the underworld."

Zhou Zanxi’s eyes widened.

Do I care about this kind of thing?
Moreover, Master, who are you, and how can you rescue people directly from the underworld?

Martin didn't just have a problem of wanting to know others, he also wanted to see what these zombies were and who created them.

Any small thing will be magnified infinitely in Gotham, and this is especially true for things like zombies.

There's no shortage of bodies in Gotham!
"Okay, okay, it's my bad luck today."

Zhou Zanxi held up a big sword and walked towards the staggering zombies, muttering softly: "At least these zombies are not ghost soldiers. They don't have armor and weapons, let alone exaggerated things like muskets and cannons."

"Roar--"

These temporarily transformed zombies had blue skin, white eyes, a mouth full of fangs, and wore incomplete clothes. When they smelled the yang energy from the living, they pounced directly at Zhou Zanxi.

"Hey, hey, hey, there are obviously two people here, why are you both coming towards me?"

The little girl shouted anxiously. She jumped back to avoid the zombie's attack, held the big sword with both hands, and chopped it down hard. The big sword directly chopped off the zombie's head and burned it to ashes.

The zombies responded to the little girl with savage roars, fangs and blue nails.

Zombies are just low-level monsters, they don't have eyes, and they don't change from one generation to the next. Chiba, who is forcibly linked to zombies by legend, is actually the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, born with divine blood. Although she can't control her passive talent of "Thousands of Miles of Red Earth", it is just a symbol of some kind of magic.

No matter how much zombies suck blood, at most they can just become some kind of solid puppets. If they meet some masters, such as Martin, they can crush their heads to pieces without using any magic.

Zhou Zanxi's martial arts skills were not bad. Even though several zombies pounced on her from different directions, she just jumped lightly to get out of the predicament, and then threw out several talismans that accurately stuck on the zombies' foreheads to fix them in place.

After her feet were firmly planted on the ground, the girl threw out the same number of throwing knives and nailed them onto the talisman, which was wrapped with blue flames transformed from magic power. She ignited the talisman and turned the five zombies into burning torches.

"I am so strong now. It is easy for me to take down a few zombies."

Zhou Zanxi's martial arts skills were very good, and with Martin behind him, after he dealt with the first wave of zombies that pounced on him, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Martin stood at the back, shook his head helplessly and reminded her: "Little girl, you haven't solved all the zombies yet, it's too early to be happy!"

As soon as he finished his reminder, more zombies pounced on him.

These zombies opened their mouths, showing their fangs and spewing out foul corpse gas. Although their five senses were severed, they were indeed very sensitive to the yang energy of living people, even more exaggerated than when they had eyes.

Not only did the zombies underground extend their several-inch-long iron-blue nails, surrounding all of Zhou Zanxi's retreat routes from several directions, but some zombies even jumped up directly, like a mountain pressing down on her from the sky, blocking her way up.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Zhou Zanxi gave a tender cry and took out a miniature house made of yellow paper from the octagonal wooden tube at her waist.

Then, blue flames burst out from her fingertips and spread to the paper house, making it come true. It landed next to Zhou Zanxi and bounced away all the zombies that pounced on it.

"All evil creatures, retreat immediately!"

With the protection of the house, Zhou Zanxi took a breath, then waved the sword in his hand and threw out a stack of yellow paper talismans. They were ignited by blue flames and turned into fireflies, flying in all directions. When they touched the zombies, they began to burn their bodies frantically.

"This flame is interesting!"

Martin was standing at the back. He had already dispersed the two Yellow Turban warriors. Looking at the little girl surrounded by blue flames, holding a big sword and fighting zombies, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"The fire on this girl's body can give spirituality to dead things. It can be considered a different kind of creation technique!"

Martin used his divine mind to communicate with Zhang Jue who was hiding himself, and soon received a response.

"All things manifest themselves through spirituality. Nuwa made man out of clay, Fuxi created the world with one stroke, and Taishang had 81 incarnations. All these are nothing but spiritual creations."

"This girl is jumping up and down, and looks quite lively, but she is just fooling around. The magic she has can only be said to be a little bit of spiritual control, and has not yet gotten beyond the level of transformation."

Zhang Jue, the great and virtuous teacher, did not get here by cheating or deceiving others. Although he did not show up, he still saw through Zhou Zanxi's magic.

"Also, you only look at the ghosts but forget about the monsters. Look at that grave!"

It was only when Martin was reminded by Zhang Jue that he noticed the black shadow swimming under the graves of Zhou Zanxi's grandparents. It looked like a swimming python, but it was actually just a thick tree root.

The tree roots moved around, emitting a faint demonic aura.

Martin did not expose the monster on the spot, but looked at a big tree beside the cemetery.

"Batgirl, you have to wait until the fight is almost over. If you don't show up, I'm leaving."

Martin had already noticed Barbara hiding in the treetops.

After her legs recovered, she resumed her identity as Batgirl and began to participate in frontline battles.

However, both Martin and Batman felt that she could play a greater role as Oracle.

Right now the Justice League has no shortage of people charging into battle at the front, but it lacks people providing support from behind.

But Barbara has been tortured by her paralyzed lower body for too many years and has had enough of this kind of life. She can't help but want to act as Batgirl.

She was patrolling today in place of Batman who had left Gotham. When she heard the conversation between Martin and her father, she hurried over.

Then, she saw zombies crawling out of the graveyard, and seeing Martin dressed like a god, she hid to see what was going on.

When Barbara heard Martin calling her name, she no longer hid. She jumped directly from the treetops and wanted to find Martin from a safe way.

But the zombies that crawled out of the cemetery were extremely sensitive to Yang energy. They instantly locked onto Barbara who was trying to glide over their heads, and then jumped three or four meters.

Barbara was startled by the zombie jumping on her face; she had little experience dealing with such evil creatures.

When the zombies appeared in front of her, her first reaction was to use the same tactics as those used against ordinary criminals. However, neither smoke bombs nor stun guns were of much use against thick-skinned creatures like zombies.

Fortunately, I accept the power of the Shadow Kingdom left by Martin!
This thought flashed through Barbara's mind, and then she turned into a shadow and retreated more than ten meters to avoid the attack of the zombies.

The next moment, divine light burst out and cold light shone.

Martin bent his legs slightly, catapulted directly in front of Barbara, and drew the talisman knife at his waist.

Burning body divine blessing!

Yellow smoke rises to the sky, I pray to the heaven, may God bless us!

"Huang Tian is standing!"

The talisman knife lit up a spell, and rolled up yellow smoke falling from the sky. Martin turned into a god of war, his whole body shining with divine light and his face looking terrifying.

With one slash of the sword, the entire cemetery was instantly flattened by the sword light, and everything on the ground was flattened.

Zhou Zanxi had worked so hard to defeat a zombie, but it was instantly turned into powder by the knife swung by Martin. It didn't even last a second.

bass!
Martin looked around the white cemetery, stuck the long knife in his hand into the ground, and looked at the zombies that were still emerging from the ground.

This time, there were more hard tree roots behind the corpses, making them even more violent.

"Little tricks!"

Martin pulled Barbara behind him, and then said to Zhou Zanxi, who was standing there in a daze, "Watch out, little girl. I will only demonstrate this magic once."

Zhou Zanxi was thinking the moment before that Martin was too stingy to only demonstrate it once.

The next moment, she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.

　Please invest, read, collect, vote, and recommend! Please leave more comments, thank you for your support!

(End of this chapter)