Pokemon descend on Earth

12 midnight.

Few people fish at night in Luchao Port Bay.

Old Zheng had dealt with this water area all his life, and he knew the reason very well.

The calm currents are just an illusion: there are reefs lurking underwater, and any piece can break through the hull of the cabin. The waves swelled, and if you were not careful, the ship was wrecked and killed. The seabed is littered with wrecks of shipwrecks, countless captains have paid the price for their reckless act of belittling the sea, and drowned souls have been waiting alone at the bottom of the sea for the new dead.

Lao Zheng knew these things well, but in order to support his family, there was no other way.

During the day, his unregistered illegal fishing boat — said to be a fishing boat, but in fact three people standing on it — is not allowed to go to sea, and if discovered, not only must the items be confiscated and fined, but even the vessel will be seized. In addition, he does not have a license, if he really wants to sell something in the seafood market to subsidize his family, he can only choose the dangerous night.

Before leaving, he drank half a bottle of white wine in one go, only to pluck up enough courage to push the small wooden boat into the water on such a nightfall.

He grabbed the bottle and took another large mouthful, wiped his dirty beard, and poured a small amount overboard the ship, which was considered a dedication to the ocean.

The alcohol made him feel warm and his head was a little heavy. He rowed the boat over a warning buoy with white stripes and did not stop until a piece of the sea where he had been lucky yesterday night.

Lao Zheng pumped up the oars and threw them into the bilge, drinking the remaining half bottle of white wine. He looked at the bottom of the bottle, left just a good amount of it, and then threw the bottle into the sea. He felt a few maggots dug out of dead pork, shook his unobedient fingers, skewered bait into the hook, and hung the fishing line on the wedge on the side.

This method of fishing occasionally catches valuable marine fish, and if you are lucky, you can sell them for a good price.

Finally, he closed his eyes, bent down at the side of the boat, and dipped his hands in the sea.

“Gods of the sea.” He began to pray for a glimmer of good luck from God. “I didn’t want much. Help this poor fisherman to get a ration from your barn. Please take care of me and bless me. If I die in your arms, let me hide with the rest of the dead. ”

Old Zheng opened his eyes.

Just a few inches from the water, a pair of strange red eyes were staring at him. Lifeless, cold light firefly beating.

He screamed, bounced his body, and fell on his back into the boat. The fishing lines on the side of the boat were immediately tightened one after another, and a thin mist rose out of the water and circled the fishing boat. In the blink of an eye, the fog became thick, and the lights on the distant shore were suddenly invisible. In its place was a thick fog that rolled in.

Lao Zheng grabbed the oars and panicked into the mouth of the oars. With the pressing cold, as soon as it touched him, the blood vessels under his skin quickly necroticed, covered with a layer of frost. On the back of the grave-like icy breath, Lao Zheng couldn’t help but cry.

“Gods of the sea,” he sobbed, whispering, “please take me home.” Please, I sincerely—”

It was as if prayer had worked. After Zheng used his hands and feet to row the boat for a distance of more than ten meters, the white mist did not spread. He felt that the skin behind his back had been opened, but the top of his head was constantly sweating. Where could Lao Zheng still manage fishing on it, he gasped and hurriedly rowed the boat back to the shore.

When he reached the shore, he breathed out the cold, and even the wooden boat did not bother to fix it, as if there were evil spirits chasing behind him, and ran with all his strength to think of home.

…..

Although he lived in the magic capital, Lao Zheng’s family was not rich at all, and even completely dilapidated – cement bungalows, simple can no longer be simple.

Lao Zheng is over 50 years old this year, and the family has a son and a wife. It’s a pity that the son does not argue, there are more than 30 people, there is no work, do not say, and still wander around all day to get by. As for the wife, it’s just an ordinary mother-in-law.

When he saw Lao Zheng’s appearance knocking open the door, his mother-in-law and son were all stunned.

“Old Zheng, huh? What’s wrong with you? ”

The mother-in-law hurriedly went to pick up the hot water pot, ready to pour a cup of hot water for Lao Zheng. Although the temperature in the magic capital in December is a little low, it is definitely not so low that people are directly frozen?

To say that Lao Zheng’s son is idle and uncompetitive, seeing Lao Zheng’s appearance, the first thing he asked was not his father’s body, but: “Dad, didn’t you go fishing?” What about fish? ”

“Return the fish! Your dad is like this, you still fish! The mother-in-law glared at her son, and after getting a cup of hot water, she took out a towel to soak it and put it on the back of Lao Zheng, who was snorting.

Old Zheng Gu couldn’t help but burn his mouth, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of hot water, only then slowed down a little, and stumbled and said: “But… But really… What a hell! ”

“What’s going on?”

“I was making up for it, but I suddenly saw a pair of red light bulb eyes in the sea.” Old Zheng recalled with a lingering feeling, “Before I could shout, a layer of white mist surged up from the sea. Good guy, almost froze me to death on the ship! If it weren’t for Lao Tzu’s life, he wouldn’t have come back! ”

“White mist?” The son looked at Lao Zheng strangely, “Dad, are you frightened and confused.” ”

Old Zheng was angry, raised his head and yelled at his son: “Look at your old son on my back!” Confused again, can I be confused like this? ”

“Could that be that elf?”

After all, the mother-in-law is still a little calmer, usually when making colored lights at home, watching TV also knows some things. Seeing Lao Zheng’s appearance, his mind turned and he remembered what he said on the news and the elves he often saw in life.

“Elves?” Saying this, the son immediately came to power, “Red eyes, frostbite mist, must be elves!” Dad, where did you see that? Being able to use this cold attack method, this elf is not ordinary! It’s worth the old money! ”

Don’t look at Xiao Zheng, he doesn’t have anything, but his heart can be high. After buying 6 Poké Balls in his hand, the average elf couldn’t look at it, and caught a few of the most common small Rada, and the remaining few Poké Balls had to catch rare and powerful elves.

Listen to my father say this tonight, there is a drama! _

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