Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 55 More important things

Tom looked at Voldemort with mixed feelings.

Voldemort was right. Since the souls of both parties were divided through the crime of murder, it would be impossible for them to be recast into one.

Unless the sacrificed dead can be resurrected.

Therefore, there is no direct conflict between soul fragments. Everyone's existence in this world is the greatest help and support to each other.

But Tom never expected that his future self, the great Voldemort, would end up in such a miserable state.

Are you kidding me? I fell into this man's hands and I was counting on you, the Dark Lord, to save me.

As a result, you have fallen to the point where you need to possess a useless wizard to survive. Are you still worthy of being called my true self?

The more Tom looked at it, the more disappointed he became. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He said coldly, "Shut up, you piece of shit."

Voldemort's real body was stunned, and then became furious.

Du Mu clenched his hands slightly, and Voldemort's soul suddenly showed an expression of pain. He wanted to wail, but no sound came out.

Seeing this, Tom immediately lowered his head and respectfully responded to Du Mu's previous question: "Sorry, Professor, just as my stupid original body said, I can't devour him."

Du Mu was in deep thought.

He was not thinking about anything else, but was considering whether to let Harry come and see Voldemort's current miserable state.

But after thinking about it carefully, forget it. The reason why Voldemort still exists is purely because of the Horcruxes. Otherwise, relying on the magic attached to Harry by Lily, he would have avenged his parents with his own hands.

This is also the consensus of the entire magical community.

There's no need to make things so complicated by letting a young child go through this.

In this case, Voldemort's original soul is no longer of any use to Du Mu.

Du Mu squeezed his hands, and Voldemort's soul didn't even have time to scream, and instantly turned into dark blue dust, slowly falling in the air.

At the same time, Du Mu discovered that he seemed to be able to... make his spiritual entity devour these soul dust.

It’s a bit like the game I played in my previous life, where you can absorb the enemy’s power by crushing his soul.

But Du Mu watched coldly as the afterglow of the souls slowly dissipated, with no intention of absorbing them.

Just a remnant soul.

This is not the pure tenfold feedback brought by the gift, but the genuine soul of another individual. Even the true qi cultivated by different people can conflict with each other, let alone something like the soul?

Even though Du Mu's mental power was now extremely strong and seemed to be able to easily suppress those external impurities, what was the need? Why should he pollute his will for such a small profit?

However, the incense master in the skull behind Du Mu almost drooled when he saw these fragmented souls.

But she didn't dare to make any sound and huddled in her skull like a quail.

The incense master could not understand why Du Mu's mental power suddenly surged today.

Originally, she thought Du Mu's soul was like a flame burning on his body, vigorous but normal.

But now...

He was like a pillar of fire shooting up into the sky. Even with the simple contact, the incense master felt the pain of his soul being corroded all the time.

But she didn't dare to have any opinion. Now the incense master's biggest wish was that Du Mu could forget her existence.

Tom looked at the complete demise of his own soul and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Even spiritual entities do not need to breathe.

Although his original body was useless, it was still his original body after all. Seeing his future self living such a miserable life and dying such a humble death, he couldn't help but feel a sense of grief for his future self.

Immediately, he glanced at Du Mu with eyes full of suppressed fear.

Although this man has been saying that he wants an excellent disciple.

But after Dumbledore collected and destroyed the Horcruxes, he destroyed his own soul.

This kind of targeting made Tom extremely nervous.

This was not just a case of one's own kind being hurt, it was almost as if all the dead were him! It was obvious that all the actions of the other party were directed at him, but the sad thing was that Tom had no means of countering it.

The only way to attack is to devour other people's souls through Horcruxes, but this kind of attack is like an ant trying to shake a tree for this man, so he really has no other tricks.

However, Du Mu did not seem to intend to settle accounts with Tom. After watching the residual soul of Voldemort completely dissipate, he turned and headed for the backyard of the martial arts hall. Tom would still be useful in the future. He needed to be completely resurrected with Harry's blood to remove the residual soul of Voldemort in Harry's body.

Just like the incense master in the back waist, the only value of living is to lead Du Mu to block the passage from hell to the human world after he has enough strength.

When we arrived at the backyard, Banner had just finished teaching the children and they were all resting.

Banner leaned over to Harry and the two of them were chatting.

Du Mu could hear their conversation when he was in the front yard. It was mainly Banner asking about things like witchcraft and whether he could learn it. Harry said he didn't know either and asked Banner to ask Uncle Du later.

So when he saw Du Mu, Banner stepped forward, but he didn't ask about witchcraft right away. Instead, he brought up another topic: "Master Du, can I go back for a while? I need to buy some school supplies. They only have white paper and brushes, which is too inconvenient."

Upon hearing this, Du Mu nodded in agreement.

Indeed, their learning before was mainly based on recognizing words. Now that they are learning more modern knowledge, they still need to buy some basic stationery such as oil-based pens and exercise books.

But compared to these, there is something more important.

"Okay, Mr. Banner, but please wait a moment, I have something more important to do."

As he spoke, Du Mu walked into the kitchen.

Old Liu and several hired servants were busy. When he saw Du Mu, Old Liu immediately greeted him warmly: "Master, why are you in the kitchen? Is there anything you want to eat? Just tell me. My family's cooking skills are passed down, and I can cook every Donghai cuisine."

Du Mu smiled and shook his head: "No, I just came to borrow a fish, alive."

Live fish?

Although Old Liu was curious, he did not ask Du Mu what he was going to do. This was not something he needed to care about.

So he picked up the net bag, opened the wooden lid of a water tank next to the stove, and fished out a struggling sea fish.

The water tank contains seawater. After all, Kowloon Bay is a coastal town. There may not be many other resources, but seawater and fish are inexhaustible.

Well, at least that's about the case with the ancients' salvaging technology.

This was a lively yellow croaker. Lao Liu held the fish's gills with one hand and a rolling pin with the other, ready to attack, and asked Du Mu, "Master, do you want to knock it out?"

"Need not."

Du Mu took the yellow croaker from Lao Liu. The fish body, which had been struggling and tumbling, immediately straightened into a straight line and stopped moving.

But its eyes kept looking around in fear, but in the air, its eye structure could not adapt to the environment and it could not tell where the danger came from.

Du Mu held the yellow croaker in one hand and gently swept its eyes with the other hand.

As blood oozed out, the fish's eyes were suddenly squeezed out by an external force and fell into the palm of Du Mu's hand with a plop.

"Eh? What are you doing, Master?"

Old Liu couldn't understand what Du Mu was doing and why he suddenly used his magical powers to gouge out the fish's eyes.

The next moment, Du Mu used his abundant spiritual will mixed with magic power to immerse himself in the fish eye in his hand, constantly analyzing its structure.

The extremely complex structure, in Du Mu's current perception, seems as clear and distinct as the Gundam he had assembled in his previous life.

Indeed, there is still a certain degree of complexity... but it is already within the scope of understanding.

Du Mu's expression gradually became serious and solemn. The magic power in his body surged like never before. His sleeves moved without wind. The servants who were busy around him couldn't help but stop their work and look over here.

Afterwards, Lao Liu looked at it with a confused look on his face, and suddenly a little bud of flesh grew in the bloody eye socket of the fish.

In just a short period of time, less than a minute, the granulation tissue slowly grew and refilled the entire eye socket of the yellow croaker.

A new eye reappeared, shaking lively, and placed next to the lifeless fish eye in Du Mu's hand, the contrast was strong and clear.

Old Liu opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. His face turned red and his whole body couldn't help shaking.

Fisheye remodeling!

What this means is self-evident.

Chen Tao never expected that not only did he travel through time, but he actually traveled through time and became Batman himself.

As we all know, Batman is extremely smart, wise, and has extraordinary fighting skills, but - what does all this have to do with me, a time traveler?

Oh! It's okay, I can inherit Batman's powers and memories...?! ? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?

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