Elf: Start with a stinky mud

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky was dim and dark, making people feel a little uncomfortable.

There are few vehicles and very few pedestrians on the streets of Heiyun City. Most passers-by wear masks, covering most of their faces, leaving only a pair of eyes, which looks extremely weird.

The air here seems to be more humid than before, with a musty smell, and there are many signs of abandoned factories placed on the streets.

Fang Yin put up the hood of his windbreaker, hiding his delicate face, and quickly shuttled through the alleys.

In less than half an hour, he had appeared at the door of an abandoned courtyard.

He stretched out his hand and pushed it open, only to find that the door was motionless and the iron lock had disappeared. At this time, there was a quarrel in the yard.

"Yota, do you really want to leave?"

A male voice asked slightly anxiously.

"Didn't I say it before? We can't defend dad's yard, so we might as well take this opportunity to join the underground Pokémon club!"

There was helplessness in Yang Tai's tone, mixed with a hint of resentment.

"I know, but..." Miura hesitated.

He didn't want to leave. There was food and drink here, and a yard to protect him from wind and rain. He didn't have to worry about starving to death on the streets.

"No but!"

Yota interrupted the other party impatiently, and then continued to persuade:

"Just listen to my advice on this matter. If you continue to persist and the Cat Boss family finds this place, even you will join in. That is no joke."

"I......"

Miurasuke sighed and was about to say something else when he heard an explosion at the door of the courtyard. Then, the iron door was shattered and a black figure walked in.

Her long gray-white hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of narrow eyes that exuded coldness, and a hint of joking at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing the person coming, Yang Tai's expression changed.

"Xiaobai, why is it you?"

When Dad was confronting Sugii Mitsuo, he caught a glimpse of Fang Yin hiding behind everyone, pretending to be upset and running away. He didn't expect that this guy would dare to come back and cause trouble.

When I met him in the garbage dump, I knew he was not a good person!

"traitor!"

Miura's eyes were red, and he squeezed out these two words through his teeth. If he hadn't taken the lead in running away, maybe he and others would not have ended up like this.

He wished he could cut this coward into pieces, but Xioni grinned ferociously beside him, making Yang Tai and others dare not act rashly.

"Haha, a bunch of idiots!"

Fang Yin smiled disdainfully and did not explain. He stared at the backpack behind the two of them with a blazing light in his eyes. If he guessed correctly, it should contain valuable things that his father had collected on the second floor.

Feeling the sense of crisis, Yota took a few steps back nervously, and shouted with guilt:

"Now that things have happened, we have nothing to do with you anymore. Get out of the way, Miurasuke, we should go!"

He took the lead and ran towards the abandoned yard, Miurasuke following closely behind.

"Wait a minute, did I let you go?"

The stinky mud wriggled its mud body and blocked the iron door, letting out a sharp and harsh laugh.

"Baiduo~Baiduo~"

Miurasuke's young face turned extremely pale, beads of sweat the size of peas appeared on his forehead, and he said tremblingly:

"You...what are you going to do!?"

"Hand over your backpack and I may consider sparing you."

Fang Yin turned around and stared at everyone indifferently, his tone without any warmth, as cold as the snow in the cold winter months.

"noob!"

Yang Tai's expression changed and he shouted loudly.

"My name is Fang Yin, and I've never been a novice!"

He scolded loudly.

Fang Yin no longer wants to pretend, they are all dead people anyway, so what if they know their real names, they have no use value anymore.

That's right, he is not ready to let Yang Tai and others go.

Murder and set fire to the gold belt, repair the bridge and repair the road without corpses.

"Um, Fang Yin, right?"

Yang Tai gritted his teeth, took off his backpack and threw it to Fang Yin, but he cursed secretly in his heart:

"Damn, this bastard is hiding so deep!"

He took the backpack and stared at Miurasuke with no expression on his calm face.

"I... I will give it!"

Miura swallowed, gingerly took off his backpack, and threw it to Fang Yin as well.

Fang Yin put the backpack on the ground, opened the zipper and checked it. Sure enough, he found many valuable things, and he was very happy.

The first thing that caught my eye were a few stacks of alliance coins, about 2 yuan, as well as 2 red and white elf balls, 4 bottles of wound medicine spray, orange fruits and other props. The other items were just miscellaneous daily items. .

The most valuable thing in the backpack is the wound medicine spray, which can speed up the healing of elves' wounds. Although it is just an ordinary wound medicine, it is also a valuable asset.

Suddenly, he was about to look away and was stunned for a moment:

"Yota, what is this silver ticket?"

Fang Yin picked up the silver card between two fingers and looked at it carefully. The material of this ticket was very simple, as if it were carved from some kind of wood. It was also hollow and engraved with various Pokémon patterns. It said Tickets are two words.

"This...this is..."

Yang Tai hesitated, his eyes flickering, not daring to look into his eyes.

Fang Yin raised his eyebrows, and there was a killing intent in his eyes. He threw the silver card next to Yang Tai and said in a deep voice:

"Don't make me unhappy, or I guarantee you will die ugly!"

Staring at the card on the ground, Yang Tai had complicated eyes and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he reached out and picked it up, rubbing the patterns on it with his fingers, as if he was recalling something.

"Dad once drank so much that he passed out and talked nonsense, saying that he was going to participate in a competition. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. It wasn't until I heard someone mention it later that I learned that the underground Pokémon competition was very famous in Heiyun City. "

"And the card in my hand is an invitation to the Underground Pokémon Contest. The address is No. 81 Donghu Road."

he said in a low voice.

Fang Yin's pupils shrank slightly. He was not sure whether what Yang Tai said was true, but the silver ticket showed a new path.

"I've said everything that needs to be said, please let me go!"

"At least we once picked up trash together..."

Yang Tai bent down and handed the ticket to Fang Yin respectfully, with pleading in his eyes.

"Yes, yes!"

Miurasuke nodded in agreement.

Fang Yin took the ticket, shook his head, raised his right hand to cover his head, a few strands of gray hair slipped from between his fingers, and the corners of his mouth were filled with disdain and sarcasm:

"Huh, us?"

His lowered eyes suddenly burst out with a fierce gaze:

"Who is following you and us!"

"Baiduo!"

The smelly mud suddenly stretched out its big mud hands, and instantly grabbed the bodies of Yota and Miurasuke, dragging them towards his terrifying slimy mouth.

"Ah~ help, help!"

Miurasuke shouted miserably and struggled desperately, but to no avail.

"Ah... I curse you to die..."

Yangtai, who was wrapped in mud, had blood-red eyes full of resentment. He used his remaining head to open his big mouth and spat fiercely at Fang Yin.

Xiuni ignored the wailings of the crowd and chewed the flesh of the two men ferociously, making a crisp sound of "bang, bang, bang", as if he was chewing a piece of fresh meat.

Yang Tai's screams gradually disappeared, and Dad and his party were completely wiped out.

The abandoned yard returned to calm. Except for the sound of smelly mud breathing, there was no other sound. The large pool of blood at the door was slowly solidifying. It seemed that nothing had ever happened.

"Tsk, what an uneducated thing!"

Fang Yin squinted at the saliva in the windbreaker, curled his lips in disdain, and looked up at the small two-story courtyard. He felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He now had a place to stay, although he didn't know when he would leave.

Xiuni did not disappoint himself and took a determined step towards rebirth. Only elves who have seen blood are good elves.

Turning around and walking into the house, everything in the living room remained the same, without any changes, as if nothing had happened.

He quickly ran up to the second floor and pushed open the door of his father's bedroom.

The bedroom was in a mess, the quilt and bedding were overturned, the wardrobe drawers were all opened, and the teapot placed on the table was broken and broken into several pieces. It was obviously a strong collision.

Fang Yin searched carefully for a long time, but found nothing valuable, and muttered in confusion:

"Is it...really gone?"

Yang Tai and others packed up in such a hurry, they must have left a lot of things behind, and it was impossible to take them all away, but now they have searched the entire room and still found nothing.

"No, if it were me, I would definitely hide the treasure somewhere where I can see it every day. Could it be..."

Seemingly thinking of something, he turned his head and looked at a door next to him.

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