American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

[Resurrection spell cooldown countdown: 0 hours 0 minutes]

Deep inside Mr. Freeze's "secret workshop".

Not only did Victor Frith imprison vicious criminals like the Clown and Claws here, but he also transferred his former customers to this place.

He led Wang Baixi and Zatana through rows of cryogenic chambers.

Zatana looked curiously at the group of terminally ill patients from all over the world lying there. Wang Baixi told her: They voluntarily suspended their lives in this silent place of minus 150 degrees Celsius, waiting for the day when medicine would advance enough to wake them up.

Zatana, upon hearing this, felt neither surprise nor fear, but rather sympathy.

Soon they reached the end of the passage, where a solid iron door led to a cryogenic chamber, the very place where Norafris lay in slumber.

Victor stopped and reached out to press his hand on the biometric panel next to the door.

"No face detected."

"Feel sorry."

He removed the glass hood and the red goggles, letting the cold air disperse, before finally passing the biometric verification.

Then, he led the two people behind him inside.

“I’ve shut down her life support system, and she’s slowly dying now,” he said as he walked. “Just like you said, first death, then rebirth.”

In fact, when he first heard Killer Croc tell the story of Wang Baixi resurrecting him, he thought it would be hard to believe that this was true for his own wife.

Nora suffers from heart disease, but she hasn't died with his help. The prerequisite for resurrection is that the other person must be dead. But what if it's Nora? After a person dies, the heart muscle cells begin to irreversibly die. Even if the original heartbeat is restored, the necrotic heart muscle will turn into fibrotic dead flesh.

During this time, he also secretly observed Batman and Wayne, who were resurrected by Wang Baixi, and finally concluded that his worries were unnecessary.

However, the resurrection spell does have limitations; Wang Baixi needs to periodically inject Nora with magic power.

Noticing Mr. Freeze lost in thought, Zatana gently pulled Wang Baixi's arm. "Are you ready, Wang?"

There was a deeper meaning in her eyes that went beyond the duties of a supervisor.

Her concern wasn't whether Wang Baixi could successfully revive Nora, but whether Mr. Freeze would revert to his old ways and return to a life of crime after his wife was revived.

Wang Baixi naturally understood her meaning, and he said to Zatana:

“Miss Zatana, you don’t need to be nervous. I’ve already thought of a backup plan.”

"Actually, my resurrection spell comes at a price. The resurrected subject must receive mana infusions periodically. If Victor really dares to take Nora back to their old ways, I will personally send the couple on their way."

"Even if we take a step back, you can do it that way. Batman acquiesced to my actions because he believed Mr. Freeze still had a conscience, but you don't need to protect anyone, not even me."

Zatana released his arm and nodded gently.

He is indeed aware of this.

“I wasn’t born a villain, Miss Zatana,” Victor suddenly spoke, clearly having overheard the previous conversation. “I know I’ve done many wrong things, but I understand the meaning of life better now than I did before. I asked Wang Baixi to resurrect Nora not to absolve myself of my sins, but to say goodbye to the past.”

His gaze passed over the transparent lid of the cryogenic chamber and landed on Nora's face, frozen in time by the low temperature for many years. That face still retained the serenity of when she last closed her eyes many years ago, with a thin layer of frost still clinging to her eyelashes.

Looking at his sleeping wife, Victor suddenly recalled what Wang Baixi had said when he resurrected Batman: Could it be a mistake to bring the dead back to life? Could Nora hate him?

She was once such an outstanding ballet dancer, yet he allowed her to linger in this world in such a miserable state for his own selfish desires. Perhaps his morbid possessiveness harmed Nora and himself as well.

“To be honest, at this final moment, I suddenly became afraid,” Victor sighed. “I don’t know if this is love or selfishness. I’ve been unwilling to let go, maybe it’s just because I can’t accept that I can’t save her.”

Zatana listened quietly to these words before standing beside Victor and looking at the quiet woman in the cryo-chamber with him.

“Mr. Victor, I understand you. I also lost my parents, and I have been awakened by the same nightmares countless nights. Not everyone can calmly face the loss of a loved one. So, I think you are fully qualified to bring her back to life, and I believe she would understand you.” Zatana put her hands in her trench coat pockets and said gently.

A look of surprise flashed in Victor's eyes.

But Zatana's words didn't end there. Her tone suddenly turned icy. "But how many innocent people have been hurt because of what you've done? Don't they deserve to be saved? If you really choose this path, you have to take responsibility for everything you've done. If you can't, just like Wang Baixi said, I will personally send you to hell."

He doesn't seem to have said "go to hell," does he?

Victor gave a bitter smile: "No problem."

He turned to look at Wang Baixi, who responded with a look that spoke volumes.

After the hatch of the cryogenic chamber slowly slid open, a visible white mist of cold air wafted out from inside.

"Let's get started."

[Resurrection spell activated!]

Current Mana: 25/55

Purple light surged from his palm into Nora's cold body, and after a few brief seconds of silence, her fingers suddenly twitched.

First, the index finger of the left hand curled up, and then the entire left hand clenched slightly.

Next is the right hand.

Finally, the eyelids.

She opened her eyes, which had been frozen for too long, and stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.

“Victor…?” Nora uttered two syllables with difficulty. Her voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable as a woman’s, but Victor felt it was the most beautiful language he had ever heard in his life.

Nora looked at him weakly: "Is it you?"

“It’s me, Nora. It’s me.”

Nora slowly raised her hand, pausing briefly when her fingers touched Victor's pale cheek, which was frozen by the cold, before pressing her entire palm against it.

Many years have passed, he has grown old, and he has changed.

But she still recognized him, recognized the eyes of this no longer young man, and saw that he still loved her as always.

“I had a very long dream, Victor.”

"Me too, Nora."

Victor knelt beside the cryo-chamber, letting that hand stroke the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. His forehead gently rested on the back of her hand, and his shoulders began to tremble violently.

The two remained silent for a moment, and Nora stopped asking questions.

Just being alive is enough.

"Oh, a checkup, I need to take you for a checkup! Wait for me, I have medical equipment here..."

Wang Baixi and Zatana quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind them.

Nora's illness created Mr. Freeze. If she really gets better, then Mr. Freeze will probably be gone.

On the way back, Zatana fastened her seatbelt and turned to look at him: "Aren't you going to eavesdrop on Mr. Freeze and his wife's conversation?"

"What's so interesting about eavesdropping on family gossip? Besides, I don't know lip reading. It would be better if they knew sign language."

“Alright, respecting your privacy, sir,” Zatana said with a gentle smile. “So, where do we go now?”

"Hmm... Let's go to the Bat Cave to hold a joint action deployment meeting to punish the 'Owl Court' for its involvement in organized crime and other evil forces in accordance with the law," Wang Baixi said seriously.

“Oh, well, so what are you planning to do about the Court of Owls?” Zatana asked with interest.

"secret."

"To tell you the truth!"

"Ok?"

An uncontrollable urge suddenly welled up in Wang Baixi's throat, but he gave in after less than three seconds: "Fine, I plan to find out the true identities of all the court members, then use the opportunity of investigating the underground pipe network to mark their hideout and wipe them out. Heh, do I really need to tell you such a small thing? Use your brain, Miss Magician. Wait, I..."

Zatana looked at him with a smile, resting her chin on her hand and leaning against the car window.

"It seems Mr. Wang has a lot of opinions about me."

Wang Baixi shut his mouth in annoyance, "You're the Wonder Woman, can you teach me how to use irony magic?"

“I think your resurrection magic is much better than mine. I just witnessed it with my own eyes, and it truly lives up to its reputation. You should be my teacher,” Zatana joked.

"Ah, a teacher doesn't necessarily have to be more virtuous than his student, and a student doesn't necessarily have to be inferior to his teacher..."

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Court of Justice to Slay the Owl

Before long, the car entered the familiar gravel driveway of Wayne Manor.

Wang Baixi saw through the windshield that Alfred was standing at the gate of the mansion waiting for them, like a ghost, waiting there for a long time.

Wang Baixi turned off the engine and got out of the car. The two walked towards the gate one after the other. Zatana walked up the steps, and Alfred nodded to her.

“Miss Zatana, it’s been many years.”

“Ah Fu, you’re still so energetic. I was too busy last night to see you. You should have come with Bruce and the others to see my performance.” Zatana smiled, took his hand, and then took off her trench coat and handed it to him. “Bruce is downstairs?”

“Yes, young master has been waiting for you two in the Batcave for quite some time.” Alfred took her trench coat and draped it over his arm. “Please come with me.”

Wang Baixi followed Zatana toward the hidden door and then walked down the spiral staircase that he knew all too well.

He had just stepped down the last step when Joshua Wayne was sitting in a guest chair next to the Bat Computer, holding a mug and sitting there with his legs crossed.

The only electronic equipment in the bat cave should have been unfamiliar to this old man, but he showed no signs of discomfort.

"Wang!" Joshua's expression immediately switched to the warm greeting typical of old acquaintances when he saw Wang Boxi come down. "I thought you weren't coming today. Oh, and this gentleman next to you is..."

"Zatana Zatara." Zatana stepped forward and extended her hand.

Joshua stood up from his chair, smiled, and shook her hand. "Teach me, Joshua. To be honest, I'm an ancestor of Bruce. I saw your magic show on TV on rerun, and I must say, it was absolutely brilliant. In our time, we only had Robert Woody. I've seen his performances in Europe, but he's nowhere near as good as you. Are all young people these days like you, able to shine on stage and save the world underground?"

“You’re quite the smooth talker, Mr. Wayne.” Zatana withdrew her hand, her smile still lingering. “You don’t look like someone who’s almost two hundred years old.”

“This is what they call the new generation surpassing the old.” Joshua sat back down in his chair, picked up his mug, and took a sip.

Just then, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor on the other side of the conference room. Batman emerged from the direction of the training grounds, his Batsuit stained with sweat, accompanied by Cassandra.

Wang Baixi frowned the moment he saw Cassandra.

A new bruise appeared near her left eye, darker than the old one on her cheek, clearly having appeared within the last two hours.

"Cassandra, are you alright? What bad thing has Batman done to you this time?" Wang Baixi couldn't help but ask.

Cassandra simply shook her head to indicate that she was alright.

“She’s fine,” Batman said, putting his hand on Cassandra’s shoulder, but there was no comforting tone in his voice. “However, today’s combat training was definitely more intense than usual.”

"Can't you be a little gentler? Her family background is bad enough as it is." Wang Baixi said, both amused and exasperated.