I train Batman in a horror world

The ill-fated relationship between the old feng shui master and Old Master Ren can be simply described as follows:

He set his sights on a perfect acupoint and planned to insert himself into it.

But when Old Master Ren found out, he wanted to buy it, but the feng shui master refused to sell.

So, when Old Master Ren, a big shot in the town, saw that someone dared to disobey him, he called a group of strong men to arrest the feng shui master.

Say!

Would you sell this absolutely perfect acupoint?!

The feng shui master had no choice but to sell the tomb. In return for the large sum of money, he also lost a leg.

Logically speaking, with Old Master Ren's domineering nature, Heaven would surely punish him.

Indeed, not long after this incident, Old Master Ren was so angry that he died over a trivial matter.

The feng shui master clapped his hands in approval, but he still couldn't swallow his anger.

He wants that bastard to die a horrible death!

He wants the Ren family to be destroyed and their people to die!

......

When the feng shui master pushed open the gate of the mortuary, what came into view was a large bag of glutinous rice piled up like a small mountain.

He was lost in thought.

He knew perfectly well what glutinous rice was used for.

With so much glutinous rice here, the blood bag he brought was clearly insufficient to awaken Old Master Ren and completely turn him into a zombie.

What should we do then?

We have no choice but to move this pile of glutinous rice out first.

But the problem came again.

With my physique, can I really move all this glutinous rice?

The feng shui master walked into the mortuary, and along the way, without exception, there were piles of glutinous rice bags everywhere.

At the same time, he was also calculating in his mind how long it would take if he were to move all the glutinous rice himself.

long time.

one day.

One and a half days.

Two days.

Two and a half days—just how much glutinous rice is that?!

Why is there glutinous rice everywhere in the entire mortuary?!

Seriously... why is there even a toilet outside the outhouse?!

Why does it feel like all the glutinous rice in the town is here?!

A mortuary?!

Let's go to a restaurant!

The feng shui master was so angry that his face turned the same skin tone as Old Master Ren inside the coffin.

The feng shui master spent some time arriving at the mortuary, the room where Old Master Ren's coffin was placed.

As soon as he entered the room, he fell into deep thought again.

There's also glutinous rice here, and a lot of it.

The coffin of Old Master Ren was surrounded by bags of glutinous rice, completely encased from all angles.

In addition, there were many yellow talismans pasted on the surface of the coffin.

The surface of the coffin was also covered with dense black lines.

The feng shui master wasn't unable to recognize what this was.

only......

His gaze fell on Old Master Ren's coffin, and an absurd thought involuntarily arose in his mind.

Is the coffin filled with glutinous rice too?

The more the feng shui master looked at the glutinous rice, the angrier he became!

"Cough cough cough!!!"

......

Bruce's trip to the party at the Ren residence was not ideal.

There is no other reason.

He was really worried about Old Master Ren's coffin being left unattended in the mortuary.

So while Wencai and Qiusheng were bragging to Ren Tingting, Bruce secretly slipped out.

Uncle Nine, of course, noticed Bruce's departure.

He could only shake his head helplessly at this.

now.

Bruce walked along the road, holding a string of bright red candied hawthorns in his hand. He ate one himself and gave one to Foul. He was in a very good mood.

"Okay, okay, I haven't finished this one yet, stop stuffing it into my mouth!" Foul's mouth was bulging.

"I'm not giving you any more!"

Bruce's good intentions were misunderstood, so he decided to stop sharing his food with Foll!

He ate his candied hawthorn berries absentmindedly, thinking that the gathering at the Ren residence was utterly pointless.

It would be better to stay in the mortuary and guard Old Master Ren's coffin!

But as Bruce got closer and closer to the mortuary...

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Why is the door open?" Bruce mumbled, his mouth still stuffed with candied hawthorns.

He remembered that Uncle Nine had closed the door tightly.

"Huh, it really is! Could it be that there are corpse retrievers inside?"

After finishing the candied hawthorn in his mouth, Foul quietly moved closer to the candied hawthorn in Bruce's hand, and then ate another one right in front of Bruce!

As a bat, Foll could see and hear farther than Bruce.

Of course he knew what the situation was like inside the mortuary.

Someone is carrying glutinous rice with a heave!

"What do you mean? My bat hearing tells me someone's up to no good in there!" Foul said.

"Have ulterior motives?"

Bruce frowned, his mind racing, trying to figure out who would be stupid enough to commit a crime at the mortuary.

The mortuary was filled with nothing but glutinous rice and corpses.

What is there that would be worth stealing?

Could it be that...

Bruce's eyes narrowed into slits, like a fox, shrewd and calculating.

He saw a lame old man carrying two bags of glutinous rice walking out of the mortuary.

After putting it down, he went back inside.

Are you here to steal glutinous rice?

Bruce didn't rush over, but instead took a few steps back, pretending that he had just passed by not long ago.

Alfred had said it to himself.

Appearances can be deceiving.

All he has to do is pretend to be a little kid!

Thinking of this, Bruce slowed down his eating of the candied hawthorn.

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"You thieving official, you thieving official, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

The feng shui master's back ached from carrying so much glutinous rice.

He's already old, how could he do these physical jobs?

If I keep moving them like this, I don't know when I'll be able to move all the glutinous rice from the mortuary.

After carrying out two more bags of glutinous rice from the morgue, the feng shui master was panting heavily.

No, there's still plenty of glutinous rice.

It would be very difficult for him to become a zombie by feeding his body with blood bags.

We need to remove some more glutinous rice to have even the slightest chance of turning this guy into a zombie.

Should we find someone to help us move it?

The mortuary is so far from the town. What if the Taoist priest comes back while we're calling for help?

The feng shui master was getting impatient.

suddenly.

He caught a glimpse of a little boy eating candied hawthorns on the road not far away.

This child eats so elegantly, chewing slowly and carefully; he looks like someone's young master.

"Little kid!" He didn't think too much about it and waved to the little boy.

"?"

Upon hearing this, the boy looked around as if searching for the source of the sound, and it took him several seconds to notice him.

After seeing himself, the little boy pointed at himself and then took another bite of the candied hawthorn.

"Yes, that's right, kid. Come and help your uncle with something." The feng shui master was overjoyed.

It's like even God is willing to help him.

They actually sent a little boy into view!

His mind was completely absorbed in how to turn Old Master Ren into a zombie, and he didn't think too much about it.

As the boy approached.

Without saying a word, the feng shui master took out a few coins and handed them to the boy.

"Take this money and buy some candied hawthorns. All you need to do is help your uncle carry the rice bags!"

"good!"

The boy nodded excitedly, put the unfinished candied hawthorn in his mouth, picked up a bag of glutinous rice in each hand, and ran into the mortuary!

"Wait, no!!!"

"Move it outside!!!"

The feng shui master became even more anxious.