Pokemon Dawn

An ominous smell?

Xiao Ye did not change the direction of travel, but she secretly felt a little vigilant in her heart. The girl prayer teacher was not like someone who talked nonsense. Maybe there was a very powerful ghost-type Pokémon living at the top of the tower?

Mu Shou Palace's actions became more alert, as if he understood the dangerous meaning in the girl's prayer words. Pichu remained as leisurely as ever, lying on Xiao Ye's shoulder and looking around with his eyes wide open.

Continuing to climb up, even though she knew nothing about superpower-related techniques, Xiaoye still felt the cold air in the air getting stronger. I don't know whether it was the temperature that had dropped or the psychological "chill", but even Piqiu and Mu Shugong became a little nervous.

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"Hey, Master, do you really want to continue going up? It's so cold." Pichu shivered and simply shrank into Xiaoye's coat.

"Don't be afraid, she probably means that there are stronger ghost-type Pokémon living at the top of the tower."

"Oh, that's it, Qiu... No, I'm not afraid of Qiu!!"

Soothing the fried Pichu, Xiaoye raised her head and looked at the darkness at the end of the stairs. Unfortunately, she did not have a super-type or ghost-type Pokémon, and her own ability was the power of waveguide, which was ineffective against ghosts. Faced with this situation, she could not

We can only adapt to circumstances.

After climbing to the sixth floor of the Elf Tower, an even better air-conditioning enveloped her whole body. Xiaoye habitually turned her head to look at the center of the hall, and a flash of white appeared in her sight.

It was a young man who was sitting on his knees in front of the tombstone with his back to Xiaoye. He was wearing a large white robe, with gold and silver threads carefully embroidered with complicated patterns on the hem. The style was similar to some kind of religious sacrificial clothing; his hands were crossed on his chest.

Hold hands and make prayer gestures quietly and devoutly.

Although the tower was still dark, when he first looked over, Xiaoye vaguely felt that there was a hazy light coming down from the top and falling softly on him.

As if sensing the sight behind him, the young man in white robe turned around.

Compared with the native people of Kanto, the fair complexion of the young man is more like that of a white man born in the West; however, in this technologically advanced society, there is no absolute connection between race and region. Under the pure white hood, he is only twenty years old.

The rich young man has gentle eyebrows and long beige hair tied into a neat ponytail draped over his right shoulder. Even in the lightless Elf Tower, he does not look gloomy at all.

Sensing Xiao Ye's presence, the young man in white robes bent his eyes and smiled friendly at Xiao Ye.

Xiaoye responded with a smile, then glanced around and walked straight to the stairs leading to the seventh floor.

Although they were strangers to each other, Xiaoye could feel the sincerity and concentration of the young man's prayers. It would be better not to disturb him here.

The stairs of the Elf Tower are all set on the west side of the tower, and you need to spiral up the arc-shaped tower wall. Due to the warning of the young prayer teacher, Xiaoye started to detect the power of the waveguide early - but, the detection was from the seventh floor.

The information received was no different from the previous floors, there were still only cold tombstones and a few scattered ghost-type Pokémon.

Pichu felt his heartbeat become extremely loud, and nervously grabbed Xiaoye's collar. As he walked forward, the entire top floor of the Elf Tower finally appeared in front of his eyes.

"...What are you doing, Qiu!" Pichu lay weakly on Xiaoye's shoulders, "There is nothing special at all, Qiu."

Just like the detection results of the waveguide power, there is nothing abnormal on the seventh floor. The only abnormalities are a few ghosts in human form floating in the air - but these ghosts who like to look like humans are also very strange in the lower floors.

It's so common that even Pichu has turned a blind eye.

Putting on the phantom lens casually, Xiaoye took two steps toward the center of the hall, but suddenly stopped.

"?" Mu Shou Gong stopped and looked up in confusion. He was surprised to find that Xiao Ye frowned deeply.

Under the phantom lens, all illusions will appear in their original form. However, this time, there is a terrible abnormality in the world under the lens.

Among the many dark purple ghost-type Pokémon wandering around, the figure standing in the center of the hall looked particularly dazzling. Even though the figure was blurry, Xiaoye could still distinguish it. It seemed to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old man wearing red clothes.

The young man. On the side, holding a bone stick, the translucent rattle stands like a stone pillar at the young man's feet, with a fierce look in his red eyes.

When Xiaoye suddenly remembered what the old man Fuji said about the tragedy that happened three days ago, the blurry boy in red slowly turned his head.

The boy's eyes were a crazy scarlet color.

In an instant, a sharp howl of wind came, followed by a bone-chilling chill and a sharp pain like a sharp needle piercing the mind.

The body of the Pichu on his shoulders suddenly became as stiff as a stone, and Mu Shou Gong, who was about to assume a battle-ready posture, could no longer move at all.

A human and two Pokémon felt at the same time, cold and heavy negative emotions poured into their minds. Anger, hatred, sadness, fear, emotions from the outside world and from themselves were mixed together, chaotic and crazy, and tragic.

The deafening howl of the wind stung the head.

Xiaoye raised her hand without hesitation and instantly put the two Pokémon back into the ball. Looking up again, the ghost in red had revealed a ferocious and terrifying expression, and rushed towards him with open arms, followed closely by the Pokémon wearing a white bone on its head.

The tip of the bone rod flashed with cold light.

The incident happened suddenly, and Xiaoye had no time to think in detail. Her eyes were slightly bright, and the absolute calmness honed by the long battle instantly suppressed all the chaotic emotions and heart-breaking pain; the crystal blue light bloomed all over her body, and at the same time as she retreated rapidly, a bright

The shape of the crystal long sword gradually gathered in the right hand.

"Focus on dodge, and give priority to avoiding direct contact with enemies whose identities are unknown. As for whether the power of the waveguide is ineffective against unknown objects that are suspected of being real ghosts, we have to find an opportunity to try it once before we can judge."

The ghost in red had a ghostly figure and moved forward at an astonishing speed. As her feet staggered, Xiaoye raised the only weapon she held in her right hand.

The blade that was raised to a high place stopped in the air before it could be swung down.

A flash of white that was so clear that it was almost blinding filled the field of vision. Although he was in the cold cemetery tower, the pure white robe blocking his eyes brought a strange warmth.

The left hand that stretched out blocked Xiao Ye's movement. The amber eyes of the young man in white robes were filled with light, and his right hand pointed at the ferocious ghost in red.

The deafening scream drowned out all sounds, but Xiaoye vaguely felt that the young man in front of her seemed to have whispered a word.

A dazzling white bloomed. Its shape was like the flash of a Pokémon's skill, but the flash would never have such a refreshing temperature - the piercing scream was quietly purified, and in just a few seconds, the light gently dispersed the elves.

All the chill in the tower.

Like a god descending into a dirty land.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes to resist the dazzling white light. When his visual ability was restored again, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

The red-robed ghost and the translucent Gala Gala have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a young man in a white robe standing with his back to Xiao Ye, and the fingertips exposed by his sleeves are still shining with soft light.