The Dead (Please Follow!)

"Good people's kindness?"

Death looked at Bai Lang in front of her, then at Killer Croc and the two Talon ghosts behind her.

All three ghosts were looking at Bai Lang as if he were some kind of terrifying monster.

Killer Croc nudged the two Talon ghosts beside him.

"Bro, you two were killed by Batman too, right? I saw what you looked like when you died. You were in way worse shape than me."

Ross and Jack, now ghosts, were horrified. They couldn't help wondering whether Batman was a man or a ghost.

After all, they both had an utterly terrifying ability to recover, yet Batman had killed them in a sudden attack.

They hadn't even had a second to react!

Ross glanced at Killer Croc, who was grinning beside him, and couldn't help grumbling inwardly.

If you knew the two of us had come to kill you, I wonder if you'd still be laughing.

But there was no point in saying any of that now. They were dead, and had become ghosts.

They had never imagined that the "Batman" in front of them could chat and laugh with Death herself.

Fortunately, Death was gentle by nature and respected all things in the world.

She didn't refuse Bai Lang's request. Instead, she turned to the group of ghosts and asked,

"Does anyone want to stay in this world with him?"

"Of course, only one soul can stay."

Her voice was soft and warm, like the caring older sister who lived next door.

"Any more than that would cause chaos."

Bai Lang looked at the sixteen ghosts. Many had hope in their eyes, but they also seemed hesitant.

"I have children at home. I want to stay and see them..."

"My girlfriend is still alive. I want to see her one last time..."

"I'm still young. I want to see more of this world..."

"..."

The sixteen ghosts gathered together and began discussing who should stay.

"Nicky is only sixteen. She's the youngest of all of us..."

"Nicky died before she could really experience the world. She should stay and fulfill all the wishes we never got to..."

"..."

When they had finished discussing, the sixteen ghosts stood together.

Fifteen of them pushed the smallest ghost forward.

Bai Lang looked over. The ghost appeared to be a white teenage girl.

Her features were delicate, and her face was covered in dust, as though she'd done a lot of dirty work while alive.

But she had developed normally, with a lovely figure and all the right curves—well above average by Bai Lang's standards.

"Okay, Nicole Ballard." Death looked at her, her gentle, mature voice sounding once more.

"Just so you know, I can only give you five years to stay in this world."

"After five years, your soul will begin to fade. At that point, you'll have to go to the Mysterious Realm."

Nicole Ballard nodded, feeling uneasy as she looked at the tall, dark Batman before her.

"All right. Then come with me to the Mysterious Realm." Death stood up and led Killer Croc and the two Talons over to the fifteen remaining ghosts.

"Nicky! Remember to check on my kids for me!"

"Tell my girlfriend she doesn't have to wait for me. She should find a good man and get married!"

"Tell my dad to have another kid!"

"..."

Nicole Ballard turned and looked at the large group of ghosts following Death away, then nodded firmly.

There was no commotion, no light, not even the slightest effect.

Death and the ghosts all vanished the next moment without warning. There was no way to tell it had happened.

Bai Lang looked at the vanished Death and the ghosts, his heart tightening.

As expected of a conceptual entity on the level of the multiverse.

The DC universe was divided into single universes, the multiverse, and the all-encompassing omniverse.

The Supreme God who had created everything was an omniverse-level powerhouse.

Bai Lang shook his head. He still had an almost endless road ahead of him before he could reach the ranks of top-tier conceptual beings like Death.

Rather than dwelling on such things, he might as well test Death Whisper's ability to enslave ghosts on the white girl before him.

Death Whisper's ghost-enslaving ability worked by using Bai Lang's mind to imprint his mark on a ghost's soul.

A ghost bearing his mark could reside within the Higanbana on his wrist and could also emerge at any time to affect reality.

But affecting reality consumed a great deal of a ghost's soul energy. Since most of a soul was made up of magnetic-field energy, a ghost would grow weaker and weaker if that energy was used up without being replenished.

However, once Bai Lang reached the Magnetic Field Rotation realm, he would be able to recharge Nicole Ballard with magnetic-field energy.

Nicole Ballard touched the mark on her forehead. It was a black, five-petaled flower, and it felt very strange.

"You can stay in the petals on my wrist from now on. I'll help you carry out the things they asked you to do."

Bai Lang looked at the ghostly girl before him and sighed inwardly.

Nicole Ballard nodded, then slipped into his wrist.

Bai Lang gazed at the bustling city in the distance, then looked down at the run-down old district beneath his feet.

A breeze blew, and his figure gradually disappeared.

It was now the second day after the Night of the Owls.

At the training ground near the Park Street police station,

Catwoman Selina clung to Bai Lang like an octopus.

He looked at Catwoman before him, his face helpless.

He'd only been doing his usual workout at the training ground when Catwoman Selina suddenly burst in.

The moment she saw his bare, muscular upper body, she pounced on him.

Bai Lang was much faster and more responsive than she was, but when he realized Selina meant no harm, he didn't dodge.

Once she was on him, however, she clung tight, like an octopus.

The strong body radiating masculine allure brought a blush to Selina's cheeks as she held him tight.

Ever since she and Bai Lang had parted ways, images of that night had kept appearing in her mind.

She'd even dreamed of being with Bai Lang...

But Bai Lang still hadn't contacted her, so Catwoman Selina had come to find him.

It wasn't too hard to track down Chief Bai Lang.

When she found him alone at the training ground, where there were no surveillance cameras, she climbed in through a window and threw herself at him.

Beside the two of them floated a hazy figure: Nicole Ballard.

She stared wide-eyed at Bai Lang and Catwoman Selina, watching them with curiosity.

"The story of Batman and Catwoman..."

Bai Lang noticed her curious stare, and his face darkened. He ordered her to stay inside his wrist and not come out.

Catwoman Selina breathed hotly against him and asked in a sultry voice, "Chief, why haven't you contacted me lately?"

"I've been busy lately, and besides..."

Before Bai Lang could finish, a slender, sharply defined finger stopped him.

"Shh! I don't want to hear your excuses."

Catwoman Selina wrapped her arms around Bai Lang's neck, fixed her gaze on his lips, and rose onto her tiptoes...

With both hands firmly supporting the soft curves beneath her tight suit, Bai Lang's body remained honest...