dmims Chapter 845 Acquaintances
Chapter 845 Acquaintances
"Clefairy, Gengar, use Protect together!"
The instant all enemies were defeated, Yang Ming immediately issued commands to his Pokémon. At the same time, the defeated Tank Skunk and Skunk Poo began to expand rapidly.
"Bam! Boom boom boom!"
Violent explosions echoed through the forest, and shockwaves carrying a pungent stench and dust swept outwards.
Fortunately, Yang Ming was prepared, and the Protect of his two Pokémon could easily block the explosions.
After the explosion, looking at the wreckage scattered everywhere, Yang Ming felt a mix of emotions.
"It seems this Green Era isn't safe either. I'll definitely have to arrange for Pokémon to keep watch while I go to sleep later."
They relit the campfire, and Yang Ming, Gengar, and Clefairy took turns keeping watch, thus getting through their first night in Xicui.
As dawn broke, Yang Ming packed his things and continued his journey.
"If I'm not mistaken, the owner of this flute must have met with some misfortune, which is why he left it here." Yang Ming played with the flute in his hand. This flute was given to him by the Big Tooth Fox family, and it was made of a very special material.
Yang Ming tried to blow the flute in his hand, but couldn't produce any sound.
“This flute is indeed special. Perhaps its owner has a very special identity, which is why he can play this flute,” Yang Ming guessed.
However, all of this is meaningless now, as the original owner of the flute has probably already been consumed by wild Pokémon.
Yang Ming searched all morning, but his luck was terrible today; he couldn't find any edible fruit.
"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."
Yang Ming found a frozen river, first had Piccolo light a campfire, then he made a concave stone to use as a stone bowl, and finally broke the floating ice on the river and placed it on the stone bowl to heat it.
The ice thawed in no time.
Yang Ming took out a blue mandarin orange, peeled it, put the pulp into slightly thawed warm water, and then heated it over a fire. Today he wanted to try "blue mandarin orange soup".
Soon, tiny bubbles rose to the surface of the soup, and the unique, delicate fragrance of blue mandarin oranges wafted up with the steam. Yang Ming carefully stirred it a few times with a clean twig, and the pulp gradually softened in the warm water, turning the clear water a light, dreamy blue.
He carefully removed the stone bowl from the fire and set it aside to cool. Pixiv came closer, its pink nose twitching slightly, its round eyes full of curiosity. Gengar floated above, grinning, with an expression that seemed to say, "Can this thing really be eaten?"
"We'll have to make do with what we have." Yang Ming first served a little to each of the two Pokémon. Clefairy picked up the rim of the stone bowl with its paw, tentatively licked it, its eyes brightening slightly as it sipped. Gengar, seeing this, also stuck out its large tongue and took a sip, its expression changing from doubt to surprise—the taste seemed better than expected, warm and delicious, a welcome comfort in the cold wilderness.
Yang Ming also took a few sips. The fruit soup had little flavor, but carried the unique, slightly restorative sensation of blue tangerines. The warmth dispelled some of the chill and fatigue. Although the food was simple, in this perilous land of Xicui, being able to eat a hot meal in peace was already a rare treat.
Just as Yang Ming and his two Pokémon were enjoying their meal, footsteps sounded in the distance.
It's the sound of human footsteps!
Yang Ming immediately became alert, put down the stone bowl in his hand, and gestured for Clefairy and Gengar to be quiet. The two Pokémon quickly went on alert as well. Clefairy silently moved to Yang Ming's side, while Gengar quietly disappeared into the shadows of a nearby tree, leaving only a pair of wary eyes.
The footsteps approached from afar, making a soft "rustling" sound as they stepped on the withered leaves and frozen earth. Yang Ming held his breath, his body tensing slightly, his right hand instinctively reaching for his waist—where, though there were no Poké Balls, was the strange, unplayable flute and a hard wooden stick used for self-defense.
"Could I borrow some fire?"
When Yang Ming saw the person's face clearly, his expression turned strange. The other person had a prematurely aged face, messy hair, and wore a silver uniform that only the underground organization "Team Galactic" in the Sinnoh region would wear—although the uniform was already very tattered, and a powerful crow leader was on guard beside him.
This person is none other than Akatsuki, the leader of Team Galactic.
At this moment, Chi Ri was in a very sorry state. His hair was messy, his face was covered in dust, and he was holding the leg of some kind of animal, which he was trying to gnaw on.
For some reason, this leg emitted an indescribable yet somewhat familiar... stench.
"It's you?!"
Yang Ming quickly assumed a fighting stance, while inwardly wondering, "Why is Chi Ri here too?"
“During the battle at Tianguan Mountain, several black cracks suddenly appeared, and Miss Champion and I were sucked in because we were too close,” Chi Ri replied.
Even Cynthia has come to Xicui? Yang Ming was shocked and quickly asked, "Is she nearby too?"
“No, I’ve been here for seven days and haven’t seen Miss Champion,” Akari replied.
Seven days! Yang Ming felt a mix of emotions, considering he had only arrived at Xicui yesterday.
They were both sucked into the rift at the same time, so why is there such a big time difference?
"What a coincidence, I also arrived here seven days ago," Yang Ming said calmly. "Have you seen anyone else during this time?"
“No, I came from the south and only arrived at this snowfield yesterday,” Chi Ri said while gnawing on his smelly leg. “Food is hard to find here. I only found a lot of skunk and tank skunk remains in a forest this morning, which barely provided me with any food.”
No wonder this leg smelled so bad, it was a skunk's leg! Yang Ming felt a chill run down his spine. He forced back his nausea and watched Chi Ri tear into the foul-smelling flesh, finally asking, "That thing... is it edible?"
Chi Ri paused in his chewing, his gray eyes calmly fixed on Yang Ming. "When survival becomes the only question, taste and form are irrelevant." He took another bite, his tone completely flat. "Explosions and flames have killed most of the harmful substances. Energy replenishment is the top priority."
"But it's already a blessing to be able to find so much edible meat. Thank you for nature's bounty." Chi Ri opened his "backpack" made from his coat, and a stench wafted out. It was full of skunk "parts."
"You should be thanking me!" Yang Ming thought to himself, while quietly taking a few steps back, afraid of being overwhelmed by the stench.