Chengdu area, southeast direction, Qianluo Town.

Rolling fiery clouds drifted overhead, and the setting sun was slowly about to sink as it spilled its last heat on the people of Qianluo Town.

It's just that the gentle light is blocked by the high wall, faintly revealing the street in the center of the town that seems out of place.

The dark street is one of the most peculiar scenery in Qianluo Town.

Due to the unreasonable arrangement of buildings on both sides, the dark street has only a subtle light both day and night.

And the intricate layout of the streets also makes it more difficult for Miss Junsha to hunt down the criminals.

A paradise for the underground!

With the steady growth of the league, cheap Poké Balls, effective injury medicine, and a lowering barrier to entry for trainers laid the foundation for the rise of the Trainer profession.

The excessively large number of trainers inevitably reveals the reality that the trainers' strength and quality are uneven. Some of the trainers who had gone down the wrong path began to form gangs and build organizations.

Residents of the neighborhood have become accustomed to the occasional explosions on the streets, which are Pokémon trainers dueling.

But maybe those people aren't trainers anymore.

"Elven manipulators who have been overwhelmed by lust are more suitable."

In the dim shadows, a disdainful face slowly emerged, evaluating the depravity of the trainers.

But it would probably be more convincing if you could take off the torn sock on your head...

Reaching out and pulling off the sock cover, he let out a long exhale.

Ruoji threw away the plump money bag in his hand and said to the empty wall: "Let's go, let's go and see what kind of Pokémon center today, if it doesn't look good at our house, we'll smash it!" ”

The moonlight shone down from behind, and the shadows obscured the boy's dress.

Judging from the momentum alone, there are eleven broad families, and they are wandering.

Woo————

The walls fluctuated a little, and it was not very clear.

Wakaji turned around and played with the necklace around his neck.

In the middle of the necklace, a small diamond sucks in a lilac Poké Ball.

Something fell on Wakaji's head, and his black hair was crushed to the sides.

Between the black hairs, he opened his eyes.

...................

Qianluo Town is a third-level town in the Chengdu area, but there is an endless stream of trainers who come to the Pokémon Center every day to rest, exercise or heal Pokémon, and there are even small vendors who come to the Pokémon Center to set up food stalls.

The towering architectural style, with its multi-element commercial and entertainment floors, has already shown its differentiation in the early days of its establishment. Although there are not many indigenous people in the area, it is a special attraction for trainers from other places.

The layout of the building on the first floor was all taken over by the Joey family, and there are Pokémon transmission intercoms neatly arranged on the left and right sides, which can meet the needs of a large number of trainers to make video calls or Pokémon exchange transmissions with relatives and friends, and in the center of the hall is a pink and warm front desk, where there will always be beautiful young ladies who are smiling gently.

"Poof—"

In the three-story guest room, the Dream King bed ushered in today's owner.

Wakaji is in a large shape with his back facing the sky, sinking deep into the mattress. Looking at the ceiling in a simple and unpretentious style, the curvature of the mouth faintly emerges.

Gradually, the arc grew larger and larger, moving lips and cheeks, he lifted the necklace hanging around his neck, his eyes locked on the small Poké Ball, wrinkled his nose, pursed his lips slightly, and let out a muffled chuckle in his nose.

It didn't take long for the laughter in the room to subside, and a sigh wafted out...

I don't know when, there was a Pokémon floating around Wakaji, and it seemed to have nothing but a ghostly substance surrounded by purple mist. In the smoke, there are a pair of strange big eyes, and compared to the eyes, the tiny pupils are just two small dots, and the mouth with two white fangs smiles a little evilly, which makes people feel a little frightened.

"I'll call you out if you laugh so insidiously, you'll be nervous."

"Hello!"

Five years ago, 13-year-old Wakaji was a thief struggling every day to survive, with a thin body and withered hair. In order to escape the bullying of his peers and the pursuit of the owner, the little guy went to an abandoned temple on the edge of Qianluo Town.

The lonely Wakaji got acquainted with the newborn ghost here.

The young ghost is very naughty, but his nature is not bad. During the first acquaintance, the little ghost would change his tricks every day, but fortunately, he has excellent patience with Pokémon and enjoys the teasing of the little ghost.

The hard work paid off, and the care day after day finally made Wakaji gradually turn from a stranger to a close partner of the ghost.

Every day, the two friends will first go to the forest outside the town to collect some tree fruits, and then sell them in the town. With such a powerful help as the little ghost, Ruoji's life slowly began to become colorful. He doesn't have to worry about looking around every day, will a peer suddenly come out and punch and kick him. You can also go to the forest without worrying about whether you will be attacked by wild Pokémon.

Life can be satisfied, and Wakaji can also start to learn the knowledge of raising ———— Pokémon that he wants.

When I came out of the Pokémon Center, it was already evening, and the street lights on both sides of the road were already lit.

Ruoji crossed his hands and looked at the bright streets, today is the last night in Qianluo Town, there are some things that should be done.

"Let's go, Oni" Wakaji took out two other special-colored Poke Balls and shook them at Onisi.

"It's time for Uncle to see what we've learned."

"Hello." The ghost replied softly, and then followed closely after Ruoji, who was walking away by himself, and disappeared in the glorious street.

...................

The owner of the tree orchard is called Furujuku, the acquaintance of Wakaji and Oni.

It can be said that if the temple can go on a trip, this uncle is an indispensable link.

Pokémon World Pokémon Cones are an indispensable raw material for handmade Pokémon Balls, but with the gradual improvement of the level of Pokémon League technology, the red and white Poké Balls made by science and technology have become a must-have for trainers.

The ancient practice of handmade Poké Balls has been phased out, and the rare crafting materials, cumbersome handcrafting, and near-lost crafting methods cannot compete with the technology-crafted Poké Balls.

Until now, there are very few fruit trees left in the Alliance area, and perhaps only undeveloped areas still have forests of cones that were once visible.

Ruoji walked under the conefruit tree in the tree orchard, patted the trunk of the tree, which could already be hugged by three people, and sighed slightly, "In five years, you have also gained weight." Sure enough, the years are pig feed, remember to drink less water in the future. ”

“......“

The cone tree was windless and automatic, and it rattled as if it were refuting Wakaji's words.

"Ghosts... Don't make a fuss. Wakaji raised his hand and rubbed his temples, revealing a helpless expression.

"Huh?"

"Huh? Aren't you shaking the leaves? ”

"Hello?!"

"Alas?!! On that tree..."

Ruoji turned his head suddenly, and a small head just came out of the canopy.

The triangular eyes had red pupils, a small golden dot imprinted in the middle of the forehead, and the entire head was black except for the red left ear.

Looking at each other, the Pokémon on the tree showed a strange smile, and Wakaji could see it clearly, its eyes full of vigilance.

Soon, the head retracted.

Wakaji folded his arms around and took a few steps back, a little further away from the cone tree in front of him.

It's a Pokémon that is rare in the city in the wild, why does it appear in the Tree Orchard?

In view of the strange nature of the narrator warned in the book, out of caution, Wakaji withdrew to a safe distance and turned towards the back door of the tree orchard.

Uncle Furujuku is going to have a headache again. Ha!

The tree orchard covers a large area, and the fruit trees planted cover almost all the known species in the region. In order to be able to take care of the fruit trees in the garden in time, in addition to a main entrance open to the outside world, a small door was opened in a corner to lead to the entrance of the Gujuku house.

Outside the bushes that blocked the small door, a pair of eyes looked at the figure of Wakaji and turned into the door.

The sound of the rubbing of leaves passed, and the orchard fell silent again.