Dual-career Pokémon trainer

"Water Stone, Dark Stone, Comet Fragments, Star Sand, Poké Balls, and why are there empty cans of Pokémon food that have all been eaten..."

After casually glancing at the room that was covered in the blink of an eye, Lin Jing had already recognized many of the props in it.

Picking up the empty can of Pokémon food, the date on it was even fifteen years ago.

Is it worthy of being called a ghost-type Pokémon...it can survive so well.

"Kou ga ga ga!"

How about it, these are all my treasures, pick whatever you like, and just tell me a story that is more interesting than Mrs. Meng.

As if he noticed Lin Jing's surprise, Geng Gui patted his fat belly with a proud look on his face and then urged Lin Jing triumphantly.

"That's not a problem...but you should put these things away first. I'll look at them later."

Pulling her legs out from the piles of items, Lin Jing felt her collar tighten, and then her whole body seemed to fly into the air. The next moment, she felt a soft and plush feeling on her butt. When he came back to his senses, he was already on Fengsugou's back, and he was sweating profusely when he looked at the various debris covering the entire room.

Although I know that there seems to be an extra-dimensional space in Gengar's body that can store items, but is it a little over 100 million?

By the way, if it were in a battle and there were unlimited items, this ghost treasure house would be able to bury some small Pokémon directly.

Suddenly I felt like I had gotten a new usage of Gengar (although he didn't seem to be able to use it himself)

"Kou ka kou ka!"

It's easy!

I saw Gengar suddenly open his mouth, and half of his body was submerged into the ground, leaving only one big mouth on the ground. Then he swept through the room like a bulldozer. In less than a minute, the room was swallowed up by a pile of messy objects. It has completely changed.

How should I put it, Gengar's bulldozer appearance made Lin Jing feel like she was imagining a combination of Mega and Gigantamax, and she suddenly felt like she could understand the origin of those two forms.

And for some reason, Lin Jing had always thought that Magic Wall Dolls or meddlesome Pokémon were more suitable for cleaning housework, but today he completely changed his mind.

It seems that when it comes to cleaning, Gengar is more suitable than the superpower type.

Hmm... maybe it can be used instead of Haoli Moving Company? Looking at it this way, the ghost type is really good at fighting. Even in terms of work, it can't compare to Gengar in terms of strength and strength.

Looking at Geng Gui who took out the original furniture of this room from his mouth and put his little brother back in his place, Lin Jing felt that she had really gained knowledge today.

"Geng Ge Geng Ga~"

Okay, okay, let’s get started!

When I looked back, the room had completely returned to its original old and simple appearance. As for Gengar, he took out a huge pot of popcorn at some point, and he seemed to be well prepared.

But the fact that it turned into nothingness as soon as it was thrown into its mouth seemed to be just an illusion made using ghost-type methods.

I don’t know where this guy learned it from.

"Ghosts ghosts~" xN

"Caress, caress, caress~" xN

"Okay, okay, I'm going to talk now, everyone please be quiet first."

A group of ghosts and dream monsters were already shouting excitedly when they heard that they were about to tell a story. They had just played with the dream monster. This human was not scared at all. Instead, he just said a few words casually. Words opened a whole new door to the world of pranks.

"Missy Missy! (I want to hear it!)"

"Jinggaijiajia. (Jing Hao Bao Bao usually never tells us.)"

Well... not only the ghosts, but also Lin Jing's own little ones are hanging on him now and looking forward to it.

Who said that this guy's daily routine includes grooming and training, and he really hasn't told them any stories or anything.

(Because usually once someone's restless hands are quiet, they will find some victims, and then all that is left in the mouth of a certain furry trainer is hehehe and sucking.)

"Ahem, okay, okay, let me tell you now.

Let me think about it... Today I will tell you a story called "Yuan" that was once circulated in other continents..."

As Lin Jing's tone gradually turned gloomy and her words slowly came out, the noisy little ones gradually became quiet and listened attentively...

after one day...

It should be clearly deep in the mountains and old forests, but there is a gorgeous bungalow that looks extremely solemn.

Gently pushing the door open, a man dressed like a butler and a maid came to meet him. The bow and movements that seemed to have been repeated a thousand times seemed to be that of a butler who had worked here for who knows how many years.

Looking up at the wall in front of the main door, there is a portrait of an unknown figure, but it must be that of the owner of this bungalow, right?

I just don’t know why, but it feels like the eyes of the portrait are always looking at me.

It must be an illusion, after all, facing the door, it must have been painted like this on purpose.

He shook his head and followed the maid's guidance to the guest room on the second floor.

However, what the visitor didn't notice was that as he looked away, the portrait's eyes flickered, looking in the direction he was going, and the corners of the mouth that originally looked solemn had turned into a smile.

Maybe it was because I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and subconsciously turned my head but didn't notice anything.

During the maid's questioning and guidance, the guest followed the maid's steps and entered the room again.

There must have been instructions in advance. As soon as the door was opened, the lights were bright inside. The black tea that had just been brewed must have been slightly steaming. There was a three-color teapot on the table with a watery-looking star on top. strawberry cake.

There was also a channel playing on the TV that was supposed to be about the scenery of a certain place.

The maid had already closed the door and said goodbye.

He blew on the black tea gently, and the white mist drifted forward. He lightly touched the red liquid in the cup and pursed his lips.

First, there is a slight astringency, and then a sweetness fills the mouth. It seems to be a cup of black tea with great taste.

I picked up the knife and cut the cake lightly, leaving the fresh strawberries until the end. When I took a bite, the taste of the cream and the aroma of flour echoed in my mouth, but the texture was not as soft as I expected, but that's okay.

I took another look at the TV, which had switched to a wellhead at some point, with a look of great interest on its face.

Why? Why did a hand suddenly reach out from the well?

Wait, why did a woman with disheveled hair climb out?

Damn it, is this TV so good? This woman looks like she crawled out of the TV!

...No, he really crawled out QAQ!

"Help!"

Without thinking, I opened the door and saw that the gorgeous decoration had disappeared, leaving only what could only be called a dilapidated ancient building.

It's not over yet, the female ghost has completely crawled out.

wrong? Why are the black tea and cake stains I just spilled on my body gone?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about this.

He quickly closed the door and ran towards the door he came in from before without hesitation.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

Arrived!

When he turned the door handle, the man's face showed the expression of someone who had escaped from a catastrophe. However, there was no verdant green behind the door as he had imagined. There was only a dark, moist hole and a red carpet under his feet.

I don’t know why, but the stalactites above are still dripping with water droplets from time to time.

What is this place?

Taking a step forward, for some reason, the bright red carpet on the ground and the walls of the cave suddenly began to squirm rapidly, and the water droplets that originally fell became more and more fierce.

wrong! This is!

His eyes widened, he seemed to realize something, and subconsciously turned around and ran in the direction he came from.

The portrait of the owner of the bungalow that was facing the door had his eyes turned a devilish scarlet color, followed by a white smile that even divided his chin and upper half of his face into two.

The next second, the fangs that opened up and down on the portrait slowly closed, and the cave he was in seemed to have undergone the same changes. The "stalactites" on the upper level and the stone edges that appeared under his feet collided and closed. After this last scene, his eyes had fallen into eternal darkness...