Arceus' Pirate Journey

Foz F is very clear about the extent of this ability. Although his personality can only be learned by himself and can be easily discovered by acquaintances, he is also a rare stealth genius.

If the world government had this, who knows what they would do.

"So the haunted house is to replace that person?"

"That's right. In a dark haunted house, no one will notice that a person has disappeared. That guy will be sent to you. Your task is to keep an eye on him. Then Tanaka will cooperate with you to transfer him to a safe place."

Tesoro still needed some information, so he had no intention of killing the opponent directly, which also gave rise to a new problem.

"But where is the haunted house? I've never seen it, so how can I guarantee that this guy will come to me?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Suddenly, a sinister laugh rang in his ears, and Foz F instinctively threw a punch, but hit nothing.

"what?!"

In an instant, Foz F entered combat mode. He did not believe in auditory hallucinations, and his body told him that the temperature around him was dropping, and a chilly feeling surrounded him.

"Don't be nervous, Foz-Fo, this is a creation of Lord Arceus, he just likes to play pranks."

Then Foz F found that his shadow started to laugh and was no longer in sync with his movements.

Then, along with the strange laughter, his shadow began to expand, and finally a purple fat man jumped out from it.

Dark purple skin and scarlet eyes, neat white teeth visible from the open mouth, short arms and two short legs make them look less scary, and the little tails are swaying behind them.

"It...has been in my shadow all along? When did it happen?"

"It was in the shadow of the table just now. When your shadow merged with that shadow, it took the opportunity to run in. Didn't you notice it?"

"It's hard to guard against..."

Even Quinn, who suffers from severe paranoia, would not keep his Observation Haki on 24 hours a day. This kind of invasion is impossible to prevent, and he would be followed by the other party if he was not careful.

"Hey, hey, hey."

It seemed very satisfied with Foz F's performance. Some of the spikes on its body even stood up, and its tongue came out of its mouth and licked Foz F to show its affection.

The shadow Pokémon - Gengar, is a frequent ghost story in the Pokémon world and is also one of the common methods used by parents to scare their children.

[If you don't sleep, Gengar will eat you.

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[Geng Gui loves to catch bad kids, so they have to be obedient.

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There are many similar ones, such as [Don’t run around in the middle of the night, otherwise the night demon will capture you.

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Ghost-type Pokémon have replaced demons and monsters in this regard and become the new way to intimidate.

This also causes many people to have an innate fear of ghost-type Pokémon.

But in fact, these are mostly rumors. People know very little about Gengar, and everything about it is a mystery. It's just that because of its mischievous character and the characteristic of taking away some of the warmth of the surroundings whenever it appears, there are more and more horror legends about it.

If the temperature drops and the shadows start to move or smile, it means Gengar is here.

Attributes such as curse and darkness have always been associated with Gengar, but there are still many trainers in the Pokémon world who love this type of Pokémon.

"Is it an employee of the haunted house? This ability... is really scary."

"No, no, no, you'll know tomorrow. It's not just an employee. Oh, by the way, let me remind you of one thing. You'd better go wash your face."

"what happened?"

"Geng Gui... is poisonous."

When Tesoro said this, Gengar next to him raised his thumb and stuck out his tongue, and Foz F also realized belatedly that his face felt a little numb.

"It's okay, my ability is not afraid of poison, it's just a small problem..."

As he spoke, a layer of steel fuzz appeared on Foz F's face, and he used the change in his attributes to alleviate the paralysis toxin on Gengar's tongue, but he still decided to wash it off first. After he untransformed, he would no longer be resistant to the venom...

Chapter 1240: The Realm of Ghosts, the Cloud God, and the New Genesis

Foz F further finalized some details with Tezoro, but after that, Foz F personally didn't feel very good because he was being targeted by a ghost.

The cute-looking little Fat Purple is a ghost-type Pokémon that has been known to humans since the earliest generations and has countless mysterious attributes.

At one time, some scholars suspected that the soul of a human being after death would eventually become a Gengar. If a Gengar attacks a person, it may not be because it wants to attack the enemy, but rather it may be trying to increase the number of the species.

However, there is no evidence at all and it is purely speculation. Things related to the ghost system are inherently mysterious, not to mention the Pokémon world that has never been fully explored.

Now, Foz F was staring at the shadows around him. Under the light, the shadows of the furniture formed a maze on the ground, but now the mazes came alive, and Gengar was moving around in the shadow world below.

From time to time, it would appear from strange places, sometimes poking its head out from the shadows, and sometimes slowly descending from the ceiling and giving Foz F a refreshing lick with its tongue.

Even if Foz F tried to push it away helplessly, his palm would pass through Gengar's body as if it were sinking into nothingness.

Looking at the arm that had pierced through his body, Gengar tilted his head and stuck out his tongue as if pretending to be dead. However, Foz F, who had suffered many pranks, was not moved at all and just looked at Gengar calmly.

Seeing that his prank could not bear fruit, Geng smiled and dived into the shadow, starting to prepare for his own business.

This is the evil taste of the ghost type. Everything now is just a play under restraint. If it is completely let go, the impact of Gengar on people will be much greater.

The ghost's joke can really be fatal.

At the same time, in the most luxurious room on Gulan Tesoro, the Celestial Dragon-Don Quixote Sancho was staying here, enjoying many flashy services.

According to what Tezoro said privately to his confidants, this place was specially prepared for this group of stupid idiots with lots of money, and he would be letting himself down if he didn't squeeze some money out of them.

"Sancho, I heard that you are leaving tomorrow, so the boss has prepared a special program for you, an entertainment venue that has not yet been opened to the public."

"Hmm? It's Tanaka, not those boring things, right? If it's that kind of thing, I will be angry."

Sancho was lying on the bed with a very comfortable look on his face, and a blower-like machine was blowing air into the bed. This was the air that was said to be collected in Marijoa, which allowed the Celestial Dragons to use the air of the holy land when they were outside.

It's just that it's very labor-intensive and therefore very expensive.

The Tianlong people couldn't tell the difference and had always liked this kind of thing and were very happy to sign the order.

"Of course, it's an exciting project you have never experienced before."

The general impression of the Celestial Dragons is that they are a group of idiots. They are also the Celestial Dragons that are most active around the world. Apart from them are high-level elites like the Five Elders and members of the Knights of God who rarely show up like Figalando Gringo.

These two types of Tianlong people account for enough to reach 99%, and the remaining 1% are the outliers in the eyes of Tianlong people, such as Huo Minggu, who does not like to enslave slaves and is even willing to give up his identity as a Tianlong.

During these nearly 100 years, the vast majority of the aliens came from the Don Quixote family.

Sancho is also an example. His habits are similar to those of ordinary celestial dragons. He is extravagant and does not care about the life and death of ordinary people. To be precise, he is even one of the friendlier ones.

At least he is not moody or hostile to others. Ordinary people who work for him are basically not in danger and will not be suddenly put in a slave collar. His hobby is to seek excitement.

He has a special interest in dangerous activities such as surfing, bungee jumping, and car racing. As long as they can bring him a certain excitement, they are good activities for him.

This also made life difficult for the guards around him to a certain extent. Serving such a master was not an easy task, and they usually had to take part in those so-called exciting projects together.

Tanaka whetted Sancho's appetite with some assurances, and then left through the wall.

But Gulan Tesoro's glamorous nightlife has just begun.

The next day, Beckman wiped the kiss marks off his face and came to the French window, from where he could overlook part of Gulan Tezulo, but he saw something different.

A strange building appeared in the open space in front. The entrance seemed to be a huge mouth with a strange tongue sticking out of it. For some reason, Beckman's intuition told him that the thing was alive.

Although he drank a lot yesterday, he was conscious and he was sure that there was no such building on the open space below last night.

"What's new..."

This is also the special feature of Gulan Tesoro. After all, a large amount of memory alloy was invested in the construction of this ship. The surface will deform, and even the position of the building structure will change.

Even if it happens several times a year, it is a completely different experience. It is not surprising to see some huge changes overnight, but this time it was a bit too abnormal.

Before Beckman could continue thinking, a hurried sound suddenly came from outside the room, and then the door flew in front of him.

"Beckman! Where's Shanks? Where did he go?!"

It wasn't that someone was catching someone cheating, but that Uta was catching Shanks. When she discovered that Red Hair's ship appeared nearby, she quickly found the room with the help of her connections.

In other words, Beckman had already sent the others away, otherwise things might have been even more awkward.

Looking at the footprints on the door and the broken door hinges, Beckman lit the cigarette in his hand.

"Uta, you have grown a lot,"

If this kick had hit him, it would have been no different from a massage, but judging from the footprints left on the door, it was enough to break several ribs of an adult, an adult in this world.

This is completely different from Uta's past weakness. Uta is not a fighting type and is still influenced by the environment and has mastered some special things.

"Beckman, that's not the point!"

After looking around, Uta didn't find any place where people could hide, so he could only focus on Beckman.

"It's been several times, but Shanks never shows up. What on earth does he want to do?! Is he trying to break his promise? If we only talk about singing girls, I'm already number one in this ocean."

"Hey, Uta, Shanks is just busy with something, and the crisis in this sea is getting worse. It's safer for you to stay here than to follow us."

Even Shanks felt uneasy about the Holy Mother Flame. Currently, only the Beasts have the ability to block such a thing. Gulan Tesoro is their money bag, so they would not let anything happen to it.

It is much safer to let Uta stay here and continue her hobby than to sail with him, so Shanks rarely appears in front of Uta and always uses the tactic of procrastination.

The members of the Red Hair Pirates would go to check on Uta's condition from time to time. Beckman had this plan, but later, he did not expect that the other party would receive the news and come directly to him.

In Beckman's opinion, this was actually a good thing. At least Uta was not a marginal figure, otherwise she would definitely not be able to get the accommodation information here.

Looking at Uta who left in a huff after a phone call, Beckman looked up at the sky helplessly. Some things were not something he could decide.

Down below, Sancho and his crew have reached the designated ground during this time, and looking at the haunted house sign in front of them, Sancho's spirits suddenly become somewhat low.

"Is this what you call excitement? It seems quite boring."

"No, no, no, Saint Sancho, it looks like just an ordinary haunted house, but only after experiencing it, you will know how different it is. If you don't believe me, you can send anyone in to try it."

As they were talking, Sancho's servants had already walked over. Even if Sancho was very interested, they had to try it first, otherwise they would not be able to bear the consequences if something really happened.

Sancho's servants were kind-hearted people, but when they stood in front of the haunted house, they seemed to hear strange singing in their ears, and even heard the call of their dream lovers.

Then, under Sancho's scolding, they walked in together and entered the hunting ground belonging to Gengar.

The special thing about this haunted house is not that there are really ghosts in the house, but that the house itself is the ghost.

Beckman's memory was not wrong. Before this morning, there was no haunted house here, because its main body was a Gigantamax Gengar. The door that ordinary people knew was actually the belly of the Gigantamax Gengar.

After Gengar becomes Gigantamax, his huge body is filled with cursed energy, and his big mouth can connect to the world after death. The world after death in the Pokémon world is a special spiritual world, and this place is Huangquan.

The moment they entered, Huang Quan on the other side received the message. With Darkrai's current authority in Huang Quan, controlling Huang Quan could not be easier.

Add to that a bit of nightmare ability and the harassment from ghosts, unless this person is born without knowing what fear is, it is impossible for him to stand up.

However, Darkrai did not directly use the nightmare ability, because the nightmare scenes were different due to his inner thoughts, which was not in line with the tradition of the haunted house.

So when the two servants passed through, all they saw was a decayed and dark city.

"This is...really big. Tezulo must have put a lot of thought into it."

Gulan Tesoro's length already reached 10 kilometers, making it an exaggerated city on the sea. At this time, they still regarded these as Tesoro's landscape.

"It's useless. How can this thing possibly excite Saint Sancho? Fake is fake. No matter how good the scenery is, it won't have any effect."

Looking at the surrounding environment, the servant seemed very relaxed. Although the place looked empty and there were gusts of cold wind blowing, they didn't even see an employee disguised as an NPC.

The previous nervousness was thrown behind my mind and I felt that this was just a very simple job.

"Are you feeling cold? Did they use too much dry ice?"

"A little bit, and...are we going in circles? Why do I feel like we're just going in circles?"

After walking for a while, they noticed something unusual. The venue here was ridiculously large, as if they were trapped in a maze.

The chill from the underworld beneath their feet was constantly taking away their body temperature. Just when they realized something was wrong, both of them felt a touch on their ankles at the same time, as if something sticky had grabbed their feet.

But when they cleared the fog below, they saw nothing but solid ground.

In the servants' perception, everything here was fake, but the problem was that there were really two ghost handprints left on their ankles.

The surrounding environment suddenly became quiet. Except for the occasional sound of dripping water, the world seemed to have fallen into silence. They could even clearly hear the sound of their own heartbeats and blood flowing.

Then the fog around them suddenly became thicker, so thick that they could not see the road ahead, and finally they accidentally bumped into a hard object.

"What is it? Ice?"

The servant who fell to the ground rubbed his forehead and looked at the thing blocking the road. Judging from the physical sensation, it should be something like ice.