It is said that Caracalla wears a bone mask that is the skull left behind after the death of his or her father, and is carried primarily to remember his deceased relatives. And the head of the gala gala is combined with the skull that was once worn, and is now part of the body, so it is no longer possible to take the skull.

Because the skull is connected to itself as it evolves, forming a whole new whole. And this change also makes the value of this skull rise a notch in the eyes of greedy collectors.

Someone buys it at a high price, then naturally someone slaughters it in large numbers.

This is how the vast majority of industries are formed.

Although there are many relevant laws established after the establishment of the Pokémon League to prevent this kind of behavior, there is no shortage of scum in the world. Neither this world nor that world.

The gala gala that appeared in front of Team Rocket at this time was the mother of a pair of Korakola mothers and sons that they had been hunting for two days earlier.

After days of pursuit, there were a few small fragments on this originally intact skull. Fortunately, it doesn't affect the value of the skull too much. After all, this is a rare thing, and even if it is flawed, as long as someone sells it for that long, someone will definitely buy it.

The tan body is not tall, and it is even covered in bruises. But it was really tall with its bones guarding the door to the seventh floor.

Ling Yan's eyes were full of murderous aura, which was something that would not normally be shown as a mother. She's scared of these bastards too, but why she's a mother?

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

This applies to humans, Pokémon, and even any creature in the world.

"Quack! Quack! ”

After many days of fleeing, not only did they not eat anything, but even a drop of water was barely entered. In her hoarse voice is her last strength, and the bone stick she raises is her last stubbornness.

If ordinary people see it, they must feel guilty about this strong mother. But it is clear that these Team Rocket people are not ordinary people, or they have detached themselves from the category of human beings.

Maybe it's the joy of the prey they've been chasing for days now standing in such a weak posture, or the excitement of seeing a large amount of Alliance Coins about to fall into their pockets.

Despicable and dirty, despicable and shameless, not ashamed, obedient and ugly, inferior to dogs, incorruptible and shameful......

No amount of derogatory terms can be placed on them.

Five or six people, seven or eight Pokémon, just swarmed up. There is no fairness or morality at all.

"Stop!"

The old man Fuji tried to step forward, but was pressed to the ground by the leader.

Although this old man was a burden to them, they didn't want to lose such a good hostage. At least not yet.

The leader sat on top of the old man Fuji, and with his right hand straightened his head, facing the tragedy in front of him. sneered: "Old man, just watch it obediently." If you resist again, you'll be the next one to be killed. ”

Old man Fuji's eyes were split. Maybe it was because he was pressed by someone who was deprived of oxygen, or maybe he was carried away by anger, and his eyes were bloodshot. The teeth were clenched, and the masseter muscles were bulging, as if I wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the wicked people in front of me.

He's just hating now. Why is he so powerless, he can only watch the tragedy happen in front of his eyes and can't stop it.

The shriveled and thin hands trembled and reached out to those who had taken out their knives, but could do nothing.

"Gala!"

"Quack!"

"Karma ......"

“……”

The sound of the struggle was gone, replaced by the sound of a knife cutting through flesh, the sound of blood slowly flowing out, and an unknown "thump" sound that kept hitting his eardrum.

It took him a while to realize that this was his own heartbeat.

Gradually, his vision began to blur, and a new voice began to appear in his ears. It wasn't until his throat ached from the roar that he realized that it was his superfluous and useless catharsis due to incompetence.

"It's noisy." The leader patted the back of Fuji's head unpleasantly, then raised his head and shouted to his subordinates who had already cut off their skulls with blood and flesh, "There should be a small one!" I guess it's on the seventh floor, you can find it out for me! ”

A few men handed the bloody skull to the leader, and then pushed open the door to the seventh floor and walked in.

The leader took the skull and weighed it in his hand, as if he thought the goods were good this time, and an ugly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The old man looked at the head weakly, with incomprehension and weakness in his eyes.

Why would someone die for a single bone?

He doubts, he thinks, he doesn't understand.

The undried blood dripped down the outline of the skull and into his eyes, but he didn't even blink his eyes, and even wanted to laugh. So he let the drop of blood flow in his eyes, and dyed his bloodshot eyes blood-red.

"Ahh Hell! ”

Suddenly, there were screams from inside the door. The leader was frowning and about to curse a few words, but he found that the men who had gone in had run out one by one.

Then, a familiar black figure walked out of the door. Isn't it the same gala that was just dismembered?

But at this moment, there is no emotion in her eyes, it is empty, if you look at each other, it is as deep as being able to suck people's souls into it.

And her head was bare, the skull that was supposed to cover her skull was gone, and the scarlet head was exposed. Ironically, the gang of skulls were now retching into the air.

The shameless guys of Team Rocket were frightened by these eyes, and they all took a few steps back. Even the old Fuji who was a hostage had no time to take care of it.

Will die!

The same thought arose in their hearts, but for some reason, they couldn't take any steps at all. It's like someone has sealed it.

The black figure walked over to his corpse.

There wasn't much nostalgia and there wasn't too much emotion. She mechanically picked up the bone stick she had left on the ground, and then lifted it up in front of her.

The strange thing is that the moment she touched the bone stick, there was light in her pupils. It was as if she remembered why she was here and why she had picked up the bone stick.

"Gah-"

With a piercing roar, both ends of the bone rod ignited with blue-blue flames at the same time, like karmic fire from hell, in order to burn away the sins of this world.

With a roar, the mother, who could no longer be called Gala Rat, slowly walked towards the greedy as she tapped her bone stick against the wall.

There was little or no footsteps at all, only the occasional "knock, knock, knock" as it slowly approached like a countdown to their execution......

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