I, the fighting party, became Xiaozhi's golden finger

Xiaozhi stroked Pikachu gently, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. Li Qingfeng's condition worried him, and he had to find a way to help him recover.

He turned his eyes to Hoopa and asked with a glimmer of hope: "Hoopa, is there any prop here that can restore spiritual power?"

Hoopa shrugged his shoulders with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "No, why are you asking this?"

Xiaozhi took a deep breath and decided to speak his mind frankly, "Li Qingfeng is not in a good condition now, I need some props that can restore spiritual power to help him."

Hoopa was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something. It shook its body slightly, and said with some uncertainty:

"Maybe you can try to find some Pokémon or herbs with healing effects. In this world, many Pokémon and plants have unique healing abilities."

Hoopa took a deep breath, with a hint of loneliness in his tone: "Spiritual Pokémon are rare in the world, and those that can really heal are even rarer. Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better to bring your friend with you."

"I know, Brother Qingfeng is always by my side." Xiaozhi smiled, with a firm light flashing in his eyes. He patted Pikachu gently, as if responding to Hoopa's words, and as if telling himself that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he would not be alone.

He knew that although Li Qingfeng was not around, his spirit and strength were always on Xiaozhi, accompanying him forward. And Xiaozhi also knew that only by moving forward can he find a way to truly heal Li Qingfeng and win the final victory in this adventure.

"Hey, you are such a speechless person." Hoopa muttered, as if he was somewhat helpless about Xiaozhi's stubbornness. It jumped up lightly, and its figure drew an elegant arc in the air, and then disappeared in a towering building.

Xiaozhi looked at the direction where Hoopa disappeared and smiled helplessly. He knew that although Hoopa sometimes seemed willful, its nature was kind and it had a strong sense of justice.

Then, Xiaozhi also entered the building. As soon as he stepped into it, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Inside the building, the once prosperous scene no longer exists, replaced by a dilapidated and desolate scene.

The walls are covered with traces of time, and the once gorgeous decorations have long been peeled off, leaving only mottled traces. The air is filled with a dull and decayed atmosphere, as if telling the past glory and the current decline.

Xiaozhi couldn't help but feel sad, and he felt the heaviness and helplessness of history. This building has witnessed too many changes, and now it has become part of the changes.

He walked forward silently, passing through the empty rooms, as if he was traveling through the tunnel of time and returned to the past. He saw the prosperity and bustle of the past, and also saw the silence and loneliness of the present.

The world is always changing, but the traces of history will always remain in these buildings and scenes. He took a deep breath and decided to move on to find the secret hidden deep in the building.

"It's really puzzling. The wind and sand only lasted for one day, why did the interior of the building become like this..." Xiaozhi looked around and frowned.

The scene in front of him was far from what he expected.

Originally, it was thought that this building was only covered by wind and sand on the outside, and the interior still maintained its original prosperity. However, the interior of the building at this moment was a dilapidated scene. The paint on the wall peeled off, revealing mottled lime, and the former decorations had long disappeared...

Xiaozhi took a step and stepped onto the stairs. He could feel that each step seemed to carry the weight of history, and each slab seemed to tell a distant story.

He stepped gently on the stairs, trying not to touch the traces of history, for fear that his footsteps would break the silent atmosphere.

The reason why the interior of this building has become like this must be that there are unknown secrets. He decided to explore in depth to uncover the veil of this secret and explore the truth hidden deep in the building.

Pikachu was also stunned, and his bright eyes were full of astonishment and awe. It witnessed the power of nature with its own eyes and felt the power that could almost destroy everything.

Before this, although Pikachu had experienced many adventures with Xiaozhi, those were only in the civilized world of human beings. This time, the wind and sand were a display of the power of nature itself, and the grandeur and magnificence shocked Pikachu.

It couldn't help but recall the days it spent with Xiaozhi, the moments of fighting against wind, rain, and lightning, and the time it grew up with its partners. But with thisCompared with the power of the wind and sand, those previous adventures seemed insignificant.

Pikachu gently shook his tail. He knew that there were still too many unknowns and wonders in this world waiting for them to explore. And this time, the wind and sand were just one of the countless faces of nature.

He looked forward to embarking on a new journey with Xiaozhi to uncover more secrets about this world...

Hoopa's figure slowly emerged from the stairs, and his face was more solemn than before, as if carrying some unspeakable heaviness.

"The time here is wrong..." Hoopa's voice was low and serious, and every word seemed to carry a lot of doubts and troubles.

Xiaozhi seemed to have found resonance when he heard this sentence. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and he saw someone who was in tune with him.

"The time is wrong? Do you think so too?" Xiaozhi's tone was full of surprise, as if he saw the dawn in the darkness.

He and Hoopa looked at each other, and they saw the same doubts and thoughts in each other's eyes.

Everyone knows that this problem is not simple. It involves the nature of this world and everything they have experienced.

"According to common sense, just one day should not cause such serious consequences..." Hoopa sighed softly, with a deep helplessness in his eyes.

No matter how deeply he investigated, the information he collected pointed to one fact - the sand and relics in this building seemed to have existed for a long time, much longer than one day.

Every grain of sand seemed to be telling an ancient story, and every relic was like a witness to history. They lay there silently, as if waiting for knowledgeable people to come and interpret their secrets.

Hoopa felt a sense of powerless frustration.