Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

"Let's go first. After Zeraora shakes off the enemy, he will follow our scent and catch up."

Ruan Yaoyao looked calm and spoke in a firm tone.

Her eyes revealed her complete trust in Zeraora, as if the ability of the mythical beast had already been confirmed countless times in her mind.

When the three heard this, they nodded one after another, and then turned their eyes to An Qing at the same time.

Prior to this, the three of them had an in-depth discussion, with the same goal in mind - to find Lin Yi's whereabouts.

In this world that has been turned upside down by the Ultimate Beasts and is in endless crisis of collapse, how easy is it to find the trace of a person?

They thought hard and finally decided that there might be a glimmer of hope in crowded places.

So, in this devastated and crisis-ridden land, where are the densely populated areas?

According to the information provided by An Qing, in this catastrophe, the survivors stubbornly gathered together and formed camps.

Perhaps, valuable clues about Lin Yi are hidden in those camps.

An Qing understood what he meant, and she gently and carefully stuffed the Moon Flute, which exuded a mysterious aura, into her clothes. She also put the USB flash drive containing the data she had just obtained with great difficulty firmly into the inside pocket of her clothes, and pressed it lightly with her hand to ensure its safety.

Afterwards, An Qing slowly raised her head and met the boys and girls' expectant and trusting gazes. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident and warm smile.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

……

An Qing looked solemn and determined as she led Ye Feng, Mi Yu and Ruan Yaoyao forward towards the unknown camp.

What we saw along the way was a desolate and dilapidated scene after the doomsday catastrophe. The land that was once full of vitality and vigor has been ravaged by the crazy rampage of the ultimate alien beasts, like a dying wounded person, leaving behind endless desolation and sorrow.

The broken walls and ruins, like the remains of a ferocious beast, are scattered across the field of vision, silently telling of the tragic battles and destruction that once took place.

The once bustling and prosperous town has now become a ruin, with only broken bricks and tiles left, glowing coldly in the sun, like fragments of history, witnessing the collapse of civilization.

Charred car wreckage can be seen everywhere, lying on the roadside like dead beasts, with the bodies of the cars twisted and deformed, metal frames exposed, emitting a pungent burnt smell, as if they were still groaning in pain at the horror of the disaster.

The trees on the roadside were not spared either. Most of them were uprooted or broken in half. The broken branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground, trembling in the bleak wind, as if lamenting the passing of prosperity.

An Qing stopped at a ruin that looked ordinary yet had a hint of mystery.

Under the curious gazes of Ye Feng, Mi Yu and Ruan Yaoyao, she slowly squatted down, stretched out her hand and carefully felt the dusty ground.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The surroundings were so quiet that the only sounds left were the slight breathing of the crowd and the subtle sound of An Qing's fingers rubbing against the ground.

Suddenly, her fingers touched a rope hidden under the dust.

An Qing's eyes lit up, and then she pulled hard.

"Ring ring ring..."

In an instant, a clear and pleasant sound, like a silver bell, came from the other end of the rope. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent ruins, but it was like a ray of light in the darkness, breaking the dull and depressing atmosphere.

An Qing stood up, gently patted the dust off her hands, with a soothing look on her face. She raised her hand slightly, signaling everyone to stay calm.

Time passed slowly as everyone waited quietly, and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Finally, with a low mechanical sound, a secret door slowly opened on the ground.

The secret door was like the slowly opening mouth of a sleeping giant beast, with a hint of stale and decayed smell, and two heads popped out from the door one after another.

One of them was a man’s head. He was blind in one eye, and the lifeless eye was sunken deep in the eye socket, like an endless black hole, exuding a coldness and determination that came from experiencing vicissitudes of life.

The other eye looked around vigilantly, like a lone wolf in a cold night, not missing any slight movement.

His expression was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to shoot a fatal arrow at any time.

And his right hand was quietly hidden behind his back. From the slightly raised outline and his slightly stiff posture, it could be inferred that he seemed to be hiding some kind of weapon, perhaps an extremely sharp dagger, or perhaps a pistol that could kill instantly.

The other head belonged to a snorkeling weasel. Its round eyes were equally sharp, like two crystal clear gems with a cold glow.

Its ears stood up alertly and all the hair on its body stood up slightly, as if every hair was a sensitive sensor, ready to respond to any sudden crisis at any time.

Its little nose kept sniffing, trying to catch any strange smell in the air.

"Dr. An?"

The moment the man's gaze fell on An Qing, he was visibly stunned, and a hint of doubt and surprise flashed in his vigilant single eye.

Snorkeling Itachi seemed to be infected by the trainer's emotions, and his originally tense body relaxed a little.

Then, the man slowly lowered his right hand that was hidden behind his back, and the snorkeling weasels were no longer on high alert as if they were facing a great enemy. They had obviously put away their hostility.

"Thank you for opening the door, Uncle Song."

An Qing's lips curled up slightly, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze on her face, and her eyes showed a trace of genuine gratitude.

When Uncle Song heard this address, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly unconsciously, and his expression looked a little embarrassed and helpless. He couldn't help but say:

"Don't call me uncle? Dr. An should be older than me..."

There was a hint of doubt and inquiry in his words, as if he wanted to completely solve the mystery of age.

"Ok?"

An Qing asked a question softly, the ending tone rising slightly, carrying a unique charm.

She still had that smiling face, her eyes curved into crescent shapes, looking innocent and sweet, like a young girl who was not very worldly-wise.

However, just as this gentle smile had not yet faded, an invisible and cold murderous intent suddenly emanated from her like a turbulent undercurrent.

This murderous intent seemed to be real, like a cold wind that instantly swept through the entire space, causing Uncle Song and the Snorkeling Weasel to tremble at the same time and shiver involuntarily.

The originally smooth hair of the snorkeling weasel seemed to stand up slightly because of the chill. A trace of fear flashed in its eyes, and it subconsciously hid behind Uncle Song.

Uncle Song also felt a chill on his back, and his throat seemed to be choked by something. He swallowed back the rest of his words. The expression on his face instantly became solemn and tense, and fine beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.