Pokémon Dream Walker

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Shang He frowned, "Why?"

"Because there is a cooperative relationship between the Baidu Epidemic Institute and the Fierce Poison Gang, this is the source of the conflict!"

"Because you killed the person who was chasing you and brought shame on the Hundred Poison Plague Institute, the enmity has deepened!"

"Because the boss of the Baidu Epidemic Center is a fool who thinks highly of himself, and he wants to bite you!"

The bald man gave three reasons in one breath, but Shang He's eyes twitched slightly and he waved his hand, indicating that these were not the things he wanted to ask.

He had expected the Baidu Epidemic Institute to take action, after all, what he did at the time was very bad.

But he would do it again.

Afraid of provoking the Hundred Poisons and Plague, do we have to place our hope in their mercy?Are you going to be caught by the Baidu Plague and sent to the Fierce Poison Gang to be dealt with?

If he had known at that time that the Baidu Plague Institute was so vicious, he would definitely have been more ruthless!

Shang He asked: "What I want to ask is why you helped me?"

The originally doubtful bald man looked suddenly enlightened. Knowing that Shang He had accepted his words, his whole figure became visibly more relaxed as he was relieved of his burden.

If Shang He doesn't believe it, he will have to explain it hard, and even the entrustment may not be able to be negotiated.

Number [-] smiled and gave the answer: "Because we have a common enemy!"

"Hundred Poison Epidemic Center? When you eat in a pot, do you still think about smashing the pot?" Shang He showed a meaningful smile. He once got the answer in the dreams of the members of the epidemic center.

A look of helplessness appeared on the thin-skinned egg-like head: "It's ridiculous, but it's true."

Number [-] continued: "I went out to eat some food. I was attracted by the flavor outside and came up with the idea of ​​smashing the pot and starting a new one."

Shang He thought to help explain.

——The Baidu Plague Institute and the Fierce Poison Gang colluded, thinking that the two parties could jointly open a small black market and challenge Icarus' status as the Dark King.

I have to say, simple!Just like a blank piece of paper!

The black market opened by Icarus can cover the entire United Alliance. Do you really think that he has become a fuel-saving lamp without doing anything in recent years?

The black market party is now looking for him, obviously wanting to take action against Bai Du Bing.

As for commissioning?I am probably the pawn they chose...

Shang He thought this way.

There's nothing unhappy about feeling like you're being used. As long as you pay enough, I'll chop off their boss's head for you tonight!

Doesn’t this count as a commission?

Those who do more peaceful work are called detectives, and those who do more intense work are called bounty hunters!

According to the previous life, they were called "mercenaries".

Shang He didn't object to any of this at all. As long as he could get rid of his enemies, as long as he could get the Jade of Release... that would be enough!

With this thought in mind, his eyes fell on the metal box on the coffee table again.

Shang He simply stopped talking. When No. [-] opened his mouth to explain, he raised his hand and interrupted: "I don't want to know more about the situation between you. In short, the enemy of the enemy can be regarded as a friend. Let's talk about what you just said. Entrust it.”

"Mr. Shang He, you are still too anxious. How about we talk about the entrustment after we get through this siege? After all, the entrustee also needs to prove his own strength before we can safely entrust the task to him."

Shang He nodded in agreement and agreed in advance, "It's a very reasonable request, but the commission fee will be difficult to negotiate at that time."

Number [-] smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's okay. We'll talk about it then. You'll be satisfied."

"Then you came here today to give me a heads up? Can you give me any more news about the upcoming siege?"

"It's not just a reminder. We'll talk about it later." Number [-] continued to answer Shang He's second question. "There is not much information. I only know that the one who is arranged to take action against you is Marcus, the chief director of the operations department. He has the strength of a league contestant. His signature elves are Commander Cleaver and Gear Monster, and he is good at cultivating steel elves. "

Shang He nodded slightly, his face still calm.

They were all just dispensable information, and he had already known about Marcus's strength.

But from the perspective of No. [-], Shang He has the calm demeanor of "Taishan collapses in front but his color remains unchanged, and the elk rises to the left but his eyes don't blink".

Maybe this investment will actually turn out to be a surprise.

"Okay, that's enough. The rest is up to me."

After saying that, Shang He turned his attention to Bald No. [-] and urged him to continue to the next chapter.

Number One immediately understood and patted the metal box on the coffee table.

"The second reason for my visit today is to express my gratitude to you!"

Shang He looked stunned.

He probably knew why he was thanking him, but he knew better that it was to give him a treasure.

What good stuff could be in the box?

"It can be said that the Poison Gang died at your hands. You helped us get rid of a disgusting piece of ringworm. You deserve this thank you."

As he spoke, he opened the buckle with his hand and opened the first box.

Hu~hu~

Suddenly a dark wind howled.

Everyone present shuddered involuntarily, even No. [-], who had been mentally prepared.

The scabbard of the single sword flew down from the wall and stuck to Shang He's back. The hilt of the sword poked out from his right shoulder. The single eye on the sword grid stared at the items in the box.

The attraction of the objects in the box made it instinctively break away from the dream.

It’s not just the scabbard either.

Purple candles lit up, and eight candlelight spirits stared at the coffee table with burning eyes. The scene of being surrounded by ghosts was mind-numbing.

There was a strong man whose legs were trembling and he was about to fall, but was supported by his companions in time.

Because he accidentally looked up and saw two ghost lanterns hanging on the roof of the shed.

A small office has become a haunted house, the territory of the ghost lamp clan. They not only eat the essence of life, but also love to use their souls as lamp oil.

Number [-] looked around carefully and had a more intuitive understanding of Shang He's strength. He seemed to be another rookie in the ghost department. He didn't know if he would become the second Wanlong.

If all the Candlelight Spirits complete their evolution... Shang He's strength in wild battles will be extremely terrifying.

Shang He was looking at the four... four handicrafts in the box.

It was a skull the size of a strong man's fist, with wisps of purple energy wrapped around its surface and inside. They seemed to be moving, but were imprisoned by a layer of silica gel wrapped around them.

The silicone covering the skull was cut into four squares and neatly packed in a metal box.

Shang He had never seen such a thing before, but he knew it was a ghost-type treasure, which was evident from the reactions of the single scabbard and the will-o'-the-wisp army.

He turned his attention to Number One, waiting for an explanation.

No. [-] smiled mysteriously: "They are called ghost fruits. As the name suggests, they are fruits that use ghosts as nutrients."

Shang He was a little confused.

Brother, I am a poorly educated person, but I am not a fool!

What kind of terrifying and dangerous place would it take for this thing to grow?

Wouldn't burying dead people create zombies?

Such harsh growth conditions cannot be met in the wild. Is it possible that you in the black market asked the Night Demon to help cultivate them?

Shang He blurted out what he was thinking: "You cultivated this yourself?"

"We would also like to..."

Shang He was startled when he said this. When he realized that there would be a twist in the follow-up, he quickly patted his chest to calm down his shock.

What is a ghost?

The soul or remnant soul left behind by a dead creature!

Shang He usually takes the lantern ghost to pick up "lamp oil" near the hospital, which feels unbearable and unethical. Now he is shocked to hear that "lamp oil" is used to water fruit trees to obtain fruits, and he feels even more shuddering!

Number [-] continued: "Ghost fruit cannot be grown in the human world, it can only grow in the spirit world. These are picked by my night demon spirits in the spirit world. After eating them, they are of great benefit to the ghost elves."

It turned out to be a product of the spiritual world... Shang He nodded slightly, feeling that this made sense.

I’m so envious of his cross-border picking ability!

"Based on my understanding of ghost fruits, I classify them according to the amount of Qi on them. The four in front of me are all [Ten Souls] level. They are relatively common fruits in the spiritual world. Give them to your elves to try. .”

Shang He guessed in his mind that the so-called "Ten Souls" were not created by ten souls, right?

It's like eating human life!

"This is just an appetizer, this is the gift I carefully prepared!"

Number One opened the second metal box.

Du Sword Sheath was instantly jealous, almost unable to suppress his impulse; Shang He's pupils shrank sharply when he saw it, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Inside the box was a skull the size of an adult's fists combined. The dense purple aqi on it almost submerged the skull.

"This is a ghost fruit that reaches the [Fifty Soul] level. Even a gym-level elf will gain something after eating it!"