Pokémon Dream Walker

Shang He was busy instructing the elves to clean the house in preparation for the opening of the detective agency.

For convenience, he numbered the Candlelight Spirits.

Zhu one, Zhu two, Zhu three...Zhu eight are the eight candlelight spirits brought back from the Yache Forest.

There is only one candlelight spirit left.

Shang He did not replace Schubert's one and let it continue to use the popular name.

The light ghost was also there, but it did not recognize Shang He and wandered around like an outsider, and finally hung on the roof of the shed to serve as a chandelier.

The single scabbard relied on its spiritual power to help carry heavy objects, which made Shang He extremely satisfied and sighed that it was indeed his little cotton-padded jacket.

Both humans and elves are busy working in full swing.

"It's so lively here."

A familiar deep voice came from behind him. Shang He looked back and saw an eye-catching iron tower standing at the door.

Four Heavenly Kings, Lian Wu!

Shang He said in surprise: "Senior brother, are you coming to Feiyun City for business again?"

"Well, it's a little troublesome."

Lian Wu nodded lightly and walked into the room. He looked at the room full of ghost candles in surprise and looked at this junior brother with admiration.

"You...are you trying to make up for the wasted time in the past few years?"

Lian Wu was referring to so many elves, joking that he had to make up for all the numbers he had failed to conquer in previous years at once.

"Haha, I just happened to meet them in the forest, so I brought them all back. They also helped me practice the single scabbard."

Lian Wu sat on the sofa, still feeling that the scene in front of him was a bit unbelievable.

Is this a home in the mine?

How dare you raise so many ghost candles?

Hey, why is there a light ghost here? How did you, a novice, catch it?

Lian Wu has an outspoken personality. When he was curious, he asked directly: "Raising so many candlelight spirits will usually cost a lot on food, right?"

"It's okay." Shang He suddenly asked in a confused manner: "Does senior brother know about me?"

Lian Wu sat up straight, his face suddenly turned serious, and he looked at him with reproach in his eyes.

Dissatisfied and blamed: "Did it happen that night? Why didn't you tell me during the day?"

Lian Wu, in anger, was like a King Kong with angry eyes.

Shang He was unusually stubborn and did not dare to look at Lian Wu. He just smiled.

"I know senior brother is busy, and I don't want to cause any trouble to you."

"Bullshit!"

Lian Wu scolded him. Seeing that he had a bad look in his eyes and seemed to want to teach him a lesson, Shang He quickly changed his words.

"How can I, a martial artist, always take shelter from others? I have to rely on my own strength to stand firm between heaven and earth!"

Lian Wu was stunned for a moment, chewing Shang He's words carefully.

But the more I read, the more I resonated with it, the more I thought about it, the more I agreed with it. I couldn't find anything wrong with it, and I couldn't explain it to Shang He. In the end, I could only shake my head helplessly.

"You...your mouth...I really can't understand you more and more. Can experiencing life and death really bring such big changes to people?"

"It's just like……"

Lian Wu kept the second half of the sentence in his heart and did not say it out.

But Shang He understood what he meant, as if he was a different person. There was nothing wrong with this guess, because it was the truth.

It's not that Shang He is high-profile, he really looks down on the original owner and doesn't want to imitate his character.

It's not difficult to dress up as a boring gourd.

But to show such a personality in front of Lian Wu is to waste the past friendship. Why not cherish this friendship?

Anyway, no one in the elf world would think of being possessed and reborn. Some changes in personality can lead to the realization of life and death.

Believe me, compared to the boring junior brother Hulu, the funny junior brother is definitely more popular.

But the circle still needs to be rounded.

"Between life and death..." Shang He put on a detached look. "There is great terror and great enlightenment. I have benefited a lot from it!"

One dares to speak, one dares to believe.

Lian Wu is a pure martial artist, his emotions are almost written on his face, and his eyes are thoughtful, seemingly thinking about how to give himself a chance.

Shang He's mouth twitched, slightly speechless.

Senior brother, you must not seek death, the order of Hezhong depends on you to protect it!

Shang He quickly changed the topic.

"Senior brother, look at this elf."

Shang He raised his hand, and the candlelight spirit flew to his side. It was the one belonging to Schubert.

"Candle Spirit?"

Lian Wu didn't understand what he meant and looked at this ordinary-looking guy.

"It's the strongest one here, right? Looking at it, it seems like it's about to evolve, right?"

Lian Wu was confused.

Is the junior brother hinting to himself to prepare a dark stone for him?

Shang He said: "Its owner is Schubert, who passed away more than two years ago. The cause of his death should have been the same as my previous fate."

Lian Wu understood what Shang He meant.

"The Poison Gang!"

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and almost smashed the coffee table in front of him with one punch.

"Sorry, it was our negligence that caused this cancer to appear in the city!"

Shang He was stunned, dumbfounded, and shook his head: "I'm not blaming you, I just want to say that its original owner would make a kind of elf food called Life Candle. I got that formula to be able to feed it. Big eater."

Lian Wu was also stunned and laughed dumbly, "This is such a coincidence."

"You gym leaders, kings and champions are all busy. You have to maintain the order of the alliance, discover new generation trainers, and improve your own strength to meet challenges... How can you take care of everything? The management of Feiyun City can only be blamed for such a thing. The level is too high."

These words touched Lian Wu's heart, making him a little angry, but he could only sigh helplessly.

His aura was a little sluggish, so Shang He changed the subject and said, "Let's not talk about this. What big things will senior brother be busy with when he comes to Feiyun City this time?"

"Now that we're done, it's still the Dudu Gang's business!"

enmmmm...

Shang He felt like a fool.

The topic has changed, but not completely...

Lian Wu briefly talked about the situation.

He arrived in Feiyun City two days ago, cooperating with the alliance to arrest members of the Poison Gang, and preparing to enter the sewers to destroy their lair.

The end result was unsatisfactory.

Despite the stench of sewage, they only destroyed a few ordinary dens and failed to catch a single big fish.

Now is the summer flood season, and the water level in the sewers is very high. Some places are simply inaccessible, or you need to swim in the sewage to reach them.

I won’t go into details…

Shang He looked at Lian Wu's distorted face, combined with the brief contact in the past few days, and almost vomited out his overnight meal while thinking.

In the end, they had no choice but to close the team and decided to wait for the dry season in winter to clear it again.

Disgusting is disgusting.

In fact, everything was as expected by Shang He.

The top leaders of the Fierce Poison Gang are not stupid. On the contrary, they are very smart. How could the choice of their lair be easy?

Even if he didn't make any preparations, he would be like Lian Wu and the others after going down, running around like a headless fly.

What if you are preparing?

How to prepare?

Naturally, it is necessary to capture a member of the leader level or above and dig out some secret passages from its dream.

"Senior brother, are you planning to leave Feiyun City again?"

"Well, I'm going to patrol Rose Mountain. A poaching group has appeared there. I want to go over and have a look."

Lian Wu sighed and said: "The Poison Gang may not be able to take care of you for the time being, but you can't relax your vigilance. What you just said is good, no one can protect you for a lifetime. You are also a trainer now, work hard to improve your own With strength, naturally we are not afraid of the Fierce Poison Gang’s revenge.”

"I hope that when I see you again, I can see the double scabbards and the lantern ghost. I look forward to the day when I will have an elf battle with you."

"There will be a day. By the way, we can actually have a real fight now."

"No need, I don't want to board the ship with a red mark on my face."

While talking and laughing, Shang He sent Lian Wu out of the building and watched him board the passenger ship.

Not long after, the whistle sounded, and Shang He watched from the window as the passenger ship left the port and sailed northwest of Feiyun City.

The model workers of Hezhong set out again.

Poor senior brother, just work hard for the alliance. I don't need your help here, I can handle it myself.

Let you take action to make those idiots cheaper.

Those who have ill intentions towards me, rather than let the alliance's laws judge them, I would rather chop off their heads with the sword in my hand!

……

Ghost Sword Detective Agency is open for business.

He has no relatives or friends in this city, and the opening ceremony looks a bit deserted, like a one-man show, like a solitary plum blossom admiring in a corner.

damn it!

That's the smell of loneliness!

It originally only appeared during certain special festivals, but unexpectedly it took advantage of the opening of the store this time.

As a descendant of an ancient country, how could I endure such loneliness in what should have been a prosperous day.

He was already prepared.

A red gas arch was erected to announce the opening of the detective agency, and custom-made firecrackers were brought out to create a scene in the harbor streets.

There are many people watching the excitement.

Watching with cold eyes, looking at them curiously, clapping hands in congratulations... all kinds of situations are included.

But the taste is still wrong. What is revealed deeper in the eyes of these people with different skin colors is their incomprehension of this novel culture.

This cultural difference makes Shang He very uncomfortable.

Some merchants on the same floor came to visit and congratulate.

There were two people who impressed Shang He, a fishing tackle shop owner and a musical instrument shop owner. It could be seen that they really wanted to take him to play.

Two old men in their 50s and nearly sixty years old.

At this age, one has become indifferent to worldly affairs and does not have much utilitarianism in making friends. It seems good to have such a year-end friend.

But I definitely can’t go to their store to play today.

Shang He sat in the office for a day. Fortunately, there was a real dream, which did not delay the training of the single scabbard at all.

"How many days are we being reborn in Hezhong? No matter, I suddenly miss my hometown..."

"If I were in Guandu or Chengdu, maybe I would feel better, right? After all, we are all in the Asian cultural circle, and everyone has similar things."

Shang He sighed.

His consciousness sank into the dream world again, training with a single sword scabbard.

……

As night fell, just as Shang He was about to close the door and go home, business suddenly came.