Pokémon: Thunder Shatters the Darkness

After finishing packing all the equipment, Yang Xiao and Pei Zhilang each carried a mountaineering bag and slowly walked out of the hot spring center.

The only difference was that Yang Xiao was holding a breakfast bag containing steamed dumplings and milk.

"morning."

The first thing I saw when I went out was Yan Xiaoba leaning against the SUV.

The swelling on his face seemed to have subsided. At this moment, he leaned against the car with a slightly stiff smile on his face: "Xiao Yang got up quite early, haha."

Yang Xiao looked at him curiously.

Before we parted last night, although his attitude towards me had improved, it was still a little strange.

When I saw him today, he was still unfamiliar, but he seemed to have added a bit of fake familiarity.

interesting.

"For you."

Yang Xiao handed the breakfast bag to Yan Xiaoba, opened the back seat and got in:

"I thought you might have missed breakfast, so I brought you one too."

"Ouch..."

Yan Xiaoba held the bag in a panic, pondered for a while, and then revealed an awkward yet smiling smile again:

"How do you know that brother...brother likes to eat this?"

Yang Xiao glanced at him again through the car window.

Pei Zhilang is also the same.

At this moment, he was looking at the young man in front of him with great amazement, and then turned to look at Yang Xiao.

Back and forth, back and forth several times.

know?

Looking at Pei Zhilang's lip movements, Yang Xiao shook his head calmly.

"Brilliant."

Pei Zhilang didn't think twice about this. He looked at the young man who was not shy about taking out the steamed dumplings and stuffing them into his mouth, and blurted out:

"Every generation has its own talents."

You don't know me, but you dare to call me your brother, a friend of mine who is as suspicious as Cao Cao.

You really don't know what kind of person he is.

"Brother Yan."

After Yan Xiaoba sat in the driver's seat, Yang Xiao retracted his gaze out the window, looked at him and said:

"Please take us to the research area five miles away first, and then you can make your own arrangements. I may need to stay there for a few days."

"No problem...hiccup."

Yan Xiaoba ate breakfast too hastily. He beat his chest for a moment and finally swallowed it. He said, "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Hard."

Done.

Yang Xiao continued to look out the window.

...

Several excavators were parked on the bumpy sandy ground, among which a motorhome was particularly eye-catching.

A tent was set up, a table was set up, and a thin figure sat on a chair.

He clasped his hands together and looked quietly into the distance.

At the end of the sight is a vortex that is difficult to describe.

It is completely red, with some black gravel of varying sizes swirling around the vortex, rotating slightly over time.

Even though there was heavy snow in the sky, the area within a few meters was dry, as if the power of nature could not leave any mark on it.

Count your breaths.

He lowered his eyes slightly and twirled his fingertips lightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The "stove" on the table rumbled slightly, and the lid on top jumped gently.

suddenly.

Five dark blue fingers gripped the stove, then took off the lid and skillfully poured the hot water into the cup that had been prepared on the table.

Then, he tore open a long, thin bag, tilted it into the cup, and spent all the powder inside.

At last.

It stretched out a finger and placed it in the brown water in the cup, stirring it gently, as if it could not feel the heat from the boiling water.

The water cup was handed to the middle-aged man, and its eyes were serious: "Ah-ho."

The coffee is ready.

"Thank you, Lieyan..."

The middle-aged man took a sip and suddenly fell silent.

for a long time.

He slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Have you washed your hands?"

Flame Monkey looked serious and shook his head slightly.

Their eyes met, and only silence remained.

"Master Yan."

What broke the silence was a call.

The middle-aged man turned around and saw a young man with messy hair smiling and waving at him: "Sorry for the wait, we are here."

Next to him, there was a young man who was staring at him silently.

After a moment of thought, the middle-aged man silently put down the cup in his hand, pushed it naturally in the opposite direction, stood up and walked towards the two people.

"Master Yan, let me introduce myself. I am Pei Zhilang, and this is..."

"Yang Xiao."

The middle-aged man interrupted Pei Zhilang with a smile, and crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes as he smiled: "I have seen the photos sent by the board of directors. Do you two know each other?"

"know."

Pei Zhilang nodded and said seriously: "We are friends."

"That's much more convenient."

The middle-aged man smiled and added:

"When you first enter the secret realm, you need to form a group of three. If you two didn't know each other, I wouldn't know who to choose for the other person."

I don’t know who to choose, but there is indeed a choice.

It seems that the council sent quite a few people, and it is estimated that not all of them were sent by the old man.

Yang Xiao looked at the middle-aged man calmly.

He is older than Zhao Haifeng of Taohai Gym. He is probably in his early forties, possibly even over half of his age.

He didn't show off his aura at all, nor did he have any distinctive features on his body. His hair was dark and had obviously been permed, and his clothes were extremely simple.

If Pei Zhilang hadn't called out his identity, even if they met by chance on the street, Yang Xiao would not have thought that he would be a gym leader who specialized in fire and had the longest tenure.

Just treat it as a rich and idle person.

"Hello."

After looking around, Yang Xiao politely bowed and greeted, but before he could finish, a pair of hands were already on his shoulders.

"No, I don't care about these. Although this is a temporary assignment by the Council, Cao Gong specifically called me and said that you are the one I need to protect."

"And I am familiar with Cao Gong."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Looking at you, do you think I don't look like the popular impression of a fire-type trainer?"

His attitude was very kind, like that of an elder next door.

Yang Xiao hesitated for a moment: "Yes, there are some."

Among the pure-type trainers he had seen, most of them had quite distinctive features.

For example, Zheng Xi and his uncle's Fireball Mouse family, with their red clothes and red hair, are truly eye-catching.

Tao Wanwan's brother Tao Tan also has a strong futuristic technology style.

Zhao Haifeng, the master of the water gym, is dressed like a fisherman.

Only the middle-aged man in front of him looked relatively ordinary.

"I used to have a little red hair, too."

The middle-aged man casually pointed to his head and said with some regret:

"Unfortunately, my hair quality is not good and I am losing a lot of hair, so I dyed it back... Hello, my name is Yan Song, you can just call me Uncle Yan."

"Yan Song?"

"Double flames."

In response to the young man's surprise, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "I am not the powerful Yan Gelao during the Jiajing period. It's just that we have the same pronunciation."

"Excuse me."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

After the chat, Yan Song pointed at the backpacks behind the two people and said, "Looking at you, you are well prepared..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise behind him.

It was his Pokémon.

As it slowly moved forward, it seemed as if a never-extinguished flame was burning above its head. It hunched its body, with a solemn expression, and slightly raised its nose to sniff something.

After two seconds, its eyes narrowed slightly, and its gaze was fixed on the boy who still had a calm expression.

To be precise, it was behind the boy.

The middle-aged man leaned sideways, glanced at it twice, then turned his head to look at the two of them thoughtfully, and fixed his sight on the mountaineering bag behind the young man.

Pei Zhilang clenched his fists nervously in his sleeves.

The armor that Yang Xiao called the Cursed Armor was brought out from the secret realm by the person in front of him, and it just so happened that this monkey was following him at that time.

Who knows, your sense of smell might actually help you recognize it.

Although he was thinking in his mind, there was no sign of anything on Pei Zhilang's face.

The boy was more direct, with no fluctuations at all, always calm.

Infernape, a Fire-type Pokémon.

There was a time in his previous life when he called this final form of the original Pokémon from the third generation Son Goku.

Count your breaths.

The middle-aged man chuckled twice, interrupting the silence: "I think there's some canned food in there? I can smell it with my monkey nose."

"Yeah, canned yellow peaches."

"That's right."

The middle-aged man looked at the young man deeply, then turned around and stretched out his hand towards the red vortex in the distance: "Let's go, you can take a closer look, but don't touch it, I need to prepare something."