Pokemon Dragon Rides the Clouds

"tat"

There was a steady sound of footsteps on the stairs behind him, and another gust of cold wind passed by his ears.

Mo Hen had no intention of looking back. His eyes were staring straight at the oil painting, which was a painting of a forest where many rock dogs lived.

It was as if all his mind had been taken away by this oil painting, and he stood there blankly, not even reacting to the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him.

"Snapped"

In the darkness, a dry hand placed on Mo Hen's shoulder.

It was a palm without any skin or flesh, just a dry skeleton.

The skeleton's palm slowly moved up along Mo Hen's shoulder and came to the neck. The sharp bone spurs touched Mo Hen's skin. Just when he was about to grab it hard, the fire suddenly brightened.

"Boss, don't call me out every time for this kind of thing, okay? My sleep time is very precious. If you don't sleep enough, you will get hungry easily. If you are hungry, you need to eat. You cry when I eat. You are not talking to yourself. Can’t you make it?”

As a sound of complaints rang in Mo Hen's ears, the flames illuminated the darkness around him.

One of the palms of the Explosive Flame Turtle Beast grasped the skeletal palm tightly like an iron pincer, and at the other end of the palm was a mass of indistinct black mist.

Spitting out a trace of fire with disdain from his mouth, the Flame Turtle Beast's other hand suddenly burned with a ball of flame and punched out.

"call"

The smoke dissipated, and the black mist dissipated in a slightly shrill scream.

"Which meal will make you hungry?"

Looking at the Explosive Turtle Beast who shook his fist and wanted to complain, Mo Hen, who returned to normal, or in other words, had always been normal, glanced at it lightly, opened a room on the left and walked in.

As soon as the dilapidated wooden door, which had begun to rot in some places, was opened, a pungent smell that was stronger than the one downstairs before entered the nostrils.

"Boss, this smell is..."

"It's formalin..."

Mo Hen turned his head and glanced at the big turtle next to him who was said to be knowledgeable about humans. He didn't expect that the turtle even knew formalin.

Under the light of a wisp of flame ignited by the fingertips of the Flame Turtle Beast, the furnishings in the room were clearly exposed in front of them.

The room was filled with transparent sealed glass tanks filled with formalin, and in each glass tank was soaked a corpse that could no longer be identified.

But judging from the shapes of the corpses, they should be small four-legged elves.

Think again of the oil painting hanging outside...

"Why didn't you fall into my illusion?"

A voice suddenly sounded from outside the room.

"You are the Inuzuka store manager"

Mo Hen looked at the elegant figure in a suit at the door, with a flash of surprise on his face.

Mo Hen had guessed that the incident in this castle was man-made, but he didn't expect that it would be the elegant coffee shop manager who happened to be there.

As for illusion, it uses mental power to create an illusion. However, Mo Hen's dragon-controlling power allows him to keep in touch with his elf.

If you always have someone to communicate with mentally, you will naturally not lose your true heart due to illusions.

"You really shouldn't be here."

Manager Inuzuka looked at Mo Hen with a somewhat pityful expression, and a black mist gradually gathered around him:

"This will cost you dearly..."

"This painting of the rock dog forest should have been specially painted by you, right? Since you have realized in your heart that

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My sins were very serious at first, so why do I continue to kill people here and deepen my sins?"

Mo Hen's gaze swept across the rows of well-sealed glass troughs, and then fixed his gaze on the face of the Inuzuka store manager. Those violet eyes seemed to be able to look directly into his heart;

"Calangul"

The black mist that was about to move stopped instantly.

Manager Inuzuka's eyes widened in horror, and he looked at Mo Hen in horror:

"No way how do you know this name"

Calangul, this was the name he had only used 20 years ago, a name he had already abandoned because of his many sins.

There should be no such person as "Gulankar" in this world, and even he himself has almost forgotten the name.

"The hunters slaughtered the rock dogs in the entire rock dog forest, and then suffered revenge from a fish that slipped through the trap. Everyone died except for a man named Gulankar who brought a car of rock dogs. The body escaped."

Mo Hen looked at the Inuzuka store manager who was no longer as elegant as before, and his eyes were bloodshot due to fear, and said slowly:

"That person should be you, Manager Inuzuka."

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

One by one, big beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and then fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.

"How do you know these things..."

Manager Inuzuka's voice seemed a little hoarse. He swallowed hard, and the black mist around him became erratic.

Hupa naturally told Mo Hen these things at the beginning, because the oil painting hanging on the wall outside and the well-preserved corpses of the rock dogs in the house allowed him to connect the two things.

Maybe it’s because I still have the last bit of conscience, or maybe there are really wronged souls in the world.

On that day, after escaping from the Rock Dog Forest, he would dream every night that the Rock Dog tribe had been brutally massacred by other hunters who had evolved into a Mane Rock Werewolf during the killing.

Every day, every day...

Gulankar would be awakened by nightmares every day. He had not had a peaceful sleep for several months, and was almost driven crazy by the torture.

Unable to bear it any longer, Gulankar fled the Alola region directly and came to the Sinnoh region, a new place where no one knew him, under the pseudonym Inuzuka.

Life in Sinnoh was very miserable at first. Only two Kurugas stayed with Inuzuka until they came to Grand Town and opened a cafe.

The days were peaceful, but Inuzuka's heart could not calm down.

The nightmare is still with him.

During such torture, he even considered committing suicide.

But he dared not.

It's not that he doesn't dare to commit suicide, but he's afraid that after death, he will be torn apart by the souls of Rock Dog and other hunters.

“It must be painful”

"go to hell"

Mo Hen's words were like the last straw, completely crushing the already overwhelmed Inuzuka store manager, and he roared angrily.

The black mist around him sent out gusts of sinister wind, and there were many ghosts inside, attacking Mo Hen.

However, the Explosive Flame Turtle was already on guard and threw out a ball of flame. With a slight wave of his hand, the flame spread in the blink of an eye, surrounding Kurogiri and the Inuzuka store manager.

The flames burned more and more fiercely, gradually igniting the entire room.

Through the heavy flames and rising smoke, the Inuzuka store manager's eyes were split open, and the beast formed by the flames also swallowed the glass tank where the corpse of the rock dog was stored.

Until the flames engulfed the entire castle