Pokemon descend on Earth

In the deep, silent, smoky valley stands many tomb buildings of different styles.

Even without a little architectural expertise, the strict layout of these complexes that expands outward in a wheel according to the age is enough to identify the age and background of their construction.

In the heart of the valley, there are various strange towers built in the old days, and a little on the periphery there are a large number of wooden towers with a strong religious atmosphere of the Guancheng people. Outside, there are quite a few stone tombs with Johto style.

On the outermost side, the towers standing up are naturally the buildings built during the current Elven Alliance period. These towers were called “Elven Towers” by the Alliance to distinguish them slightly from the “Buried Bone Towers” of the old times.

But these reinforced concrete buildings are somewhat out of step with this valley.

Whether it is a monotonous style or an ancient ornament made by industrial imitation, there is obvious perfunctory everywhere. It is clear that in ancient times, elves were treated higher after death.

Although the towers built by the Alliance lacked intention, this did not prevent these buildings from fulfilling their functions.

Along the way, Zhao Xi also saw several groups of people walking together. They are either solemn or reluctant. With their own different grief, these mourners reluctantly left this place that worries them.

‘Elves generally live longer than humans…’

Silently watching a young girl with tears on her face, reluctantly leaving the valley under the forced support of her companions, Zhao Xi had a little feeling in her heart for the creature that suddenly appeared like an elf.

After spending their whole lives with them, and even growing up with elves since childhood, their relationship is already the closest relative. ’

The people who came out of the tower all carried their own stories of life and death. They buried the elves in the tower, and then dragged their mutilated bodies back to the present world.

“Alas….”

Watching the crying girl being dragged away by her companions, Zhao Xi, who also had a trace of sadness, sighed.

Shanaido lives much longer than humans, and if there were no disasters, they would have lived for more than 200 years. Dragon elves such as fast dragons have a longer life.

Zhao Xi didn’t dare to imagine what Duo’er would do when she died, Nazi quietly squeezed his hand, Zhao Xi smiled at her, and under the leadership of Lingling, who was already used to it, several people walked into the middle tower.

Among the various evil warding props produced by Aster Garden, the most famous and spiritual at the moment is naturally the “Purification Talisman” made by the prayer masters. This kind of treasure that can avoid ghosts and even resist the power of ghosts makes those rich people who have done bad things flock to it.

And if you want to ask for a purification talisman, you naturally have to go to a prayer master.

As for how to find it? That’s also simple. They can be found in the ghost tower of Ziyuan Town. As the custodians of the Ghost Tower, prayer priests fill almost every tomb tower that is “open” to the outside world.

Yes, it is business, after all, if there is money or not earned, it is a bastard, for those rich people, if you don’t charge a million, they will think that you are fooling him….

After lingering in front of this ancient giant tower for a while, following the witch, Zhao Xi and Nazi walked up the more than a dozen steps in front of the tower and walked into this tower of mourning.

“Wow, I didn’t expect it to be…”

To Zhao Xi’s surprise, the appearance inside the Ghost Tower was not as eerie as he had expected.

“What do you think?” Ling Ling turned around and said, “That kind of ghostly one who will make a fuss as soon as he comes in?” ”

“Uh…”

It was probably that the ghost energy outside brought him a lot of bad feelings, and Zhao Xi’s heart was right.

Looking around the tower, white tiles reflecting the clean sheen covered the ground beneath his feet, an ancient candlestick was inlaid at intervals on the snow-white walls, and the ceiling shone with soft white light from above.

The lights mixed with the swaying and flickering candlelight reflect the warmth of the place. The air is filled with the smell of herbs, essential oils and candles. Tranquility and sacred. This is the most intuitive feeling of Zhao Xi after entering the Ghost Tower.

It is hard to imagine that the interior of such an ancient giant tower would be such a scene.

Of course, to have this understanding, you must first ignore the two rows of shops selling sacrificial supplies and various amulets at the door, as well as the funeral service desk with a clear price….

It’s a pity that Zhao Xi and Nazi couldn’t ignore these disheartening things that existed around them. After seeing the monks dressed in robes, Zhao Xi could only feel helplessly: “If there is demand, there is supply.” ”

The air was filled with the smell of a variety of herbs mixed with plant essential oils, mixed with various candles and incense, Zhao Xi couldn’t tell what was in it, but he didn’t get bored with this smell.

The melodious tones struck by ancient musical instruments but played by modern equipment echo in the ears, accompanied by the mysterious chanting of monks recorded in advance and played on a loop, making people feel a trance….

In the first floor of the large tower, there are no tombstones or tombs. There are only a few grieving people and a few monks and prayer teachers engaged in profit-making activities.

“Environment, light, smell, sound.” Nazi’s cold words sounded in Zhao Xi’s ears: “With the help of external forces, through artificially constructed atmosphere” She scanned the surroundings, and then commented expressionlessly: “Low-level demagogic means.” ”

“In terms of pure spiritual guidance, our prayer masters are not as powerful as superpowers.” Lingling said, “Monks don’t have that kind of ability, so they can only add some income to Ziyuan Town through environmental impact.” ”

Anyway, Zhao Xi and Nazi are not ordinary people, Ming people do not say secret words, and Lingling happily reveals the inside story of her profession.

“The monks on the other side of the Bell Pagoda seem to be quite powerful, but our Buddhist temple in Ziyuan has little communication with them.” Saying that, without caring about the messy fake talismans next to him, Ling Ling took Zhao Xi and the two of them to the tower.