Chapter 1235: Long He’s Dream

Under Lidi’s arrangement.

Everyone successfully obtained the coffin containing “Long He”‘s body and hurried to the hospital for sampling and testing.

Out of courtesy.

When the doctor opened the coffin, Shanren and Furong backed out, leaving only Baimu as the descendant present, because according to Lidi, there were some relics inside the coffin besides the body.

And when the internal situation was revealed, one thing immediately caught his eye.

“There really is this…”

Baimu looked at the palm-sized wooden plaque on the white cloth and couldn’t help but fall into memories—

That’s right.

It was the Dragon Tamer’s wooden plaque he had once secretly made to gain Wu’s trust by faking authenticity, unlike the counterfeit he had on hand, the genuine article bore natural time marks.

If Banette hadn’t randomly used a skeleton to replace Long He’s items, the body in front of him was most likely his grandfather indeed.

Of course, to be safe, a DNA test was necessary.

Unfortunately, even in a technologically advanced place like the Pokémon animated world, expedited DNA kinship testing takes one to two hours.

Shanren suggested the group take the opportunity to rest.

After a hectic night, despite still awaiting results, it’s necessary to relax the tense nerves a bit.

Furong silently observed Baimu who had finished sampling, and suddenly said:

“Baimu, are you interested in doing another Spirit Communication Dream?”

“Hmm?”

As Baimu was thinking about contacting Xijana, he quickly came back to his senses and asked, “Is it a dream about my grandfather?”

Furong nodded: “Yes, the greatest ability of us spirit mediums is actually to let the living communicate with the dead, that is, spirit communication. With Long He’s relics, it’s possible to recreate the past in dreams!”

“Spirit communication… summoning souls?”

“No, no, using the current popular expression, it’s called memory fragment extraction. In fact, a person’s soul enters the Spirit Realm and moves on shortly, unless it becomes an evil spirit.”

“Is there really reincarnation in this world?”

Shanren couldn’t help but interject, he seemed quite interested in this matter.

Furong looked at him and said: “Although I don’t know what you’re thinking, unfortunately, once a person moves on, they have no connection with their past life; some spirit mediums think moving on is akin to the soul dispersing and merging with the universe, and the universe nurtures a new soul, with no connection between them—”

“Of course, some traces can’t be easily erased, and there are many secrets in the Spirit Realm that no spirit medium can say definitively about who is correct.”

She seemed to know what Baimu wanted to say, immediately using words to block his mouth.

Soon after.

In the hotel room arranged by Shanren.

Baimu received the disinfected Dragon Tamer wooden plaque.

“Later, you lie on the bed, hold the wooden plaque and don’t move.” Furong reminded him, once again taking out her usual tool, prayer beads and a bell.

Shanren sat on the side, crossing his hands under his nose, posing similarly to Commander Ikari.

He also wanted to know what happened after Long He went back to find Banette, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the technology to project people’s dreams onto a screen yet, so he could only wait quietly for news.

Elsewhere.

Hoopa lay on Altered-color Gengar’s head, sound asleep, while Gengar and Dragapult showed some concern on their faces.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just sleep for a bit.”

Baimu keenly perceived their worried gaze, smiled at them, then closed his eyes, holding the wooden plaque on his chest.

Furong solemnly rang the bell, rotating the prayer beads with her other hand while muttering.

The golden antenna on Dusknoir’s head emitted light, directed into the prayer beads and the bell, and channeled the light into the wooden plaque using them as bridges.

Finally.

The light from the wooden plaque enveloped Baimu entirely.

It’s rumored that the golden antenna on Dusknoir’s head receives radio waves from the Spirit Realm; upon receiving instructions, it brings a person into the Spirit Realm.

Spirit mediums borrow Dusknoir’s power to let the living and the dead communicate.

——

In the pitch-black corridor.

He panted heavily, unable to wipe away the sweat flowing down his forehead, the flashlight flickering as if ready to give out at any moment.

“Hang in there, Flygon, soon we’ll leave this ghost place.”

Long He turned to look at his equally panting partner, wings drooping weakly, trying to use words to boost Flygon’s spirit.

This was his last dragon that could still continue fighting.

Salamence and Altaria were both severely injured and exhausted from breaking the underground arena ceiling and escaping from the arena’s hired pursuers, really not fit for further combat.

Damn!

He should have brought two more dragons out, three was still too presumptuous!

Long He deeply regretted his wrong decision when he left Meteor Village.

“Screeech!”

Flygon lowered its slender snake-like neck, affectionately rubbing against his cheek, signifying it could persevere.

“That’s my dragon!”

Long He chuckled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

They advanced further inside, soon reaching a place filled with large and small metal cages.

Most of the cage doors were opened, the mechanisms limiting Pokémon activities shutting down after the power cut, and the Pokémon inside fled long ago.

Some were even released by him.

If possible.

Long He would never come back, every extra second here could let the unlucky arena dogs not crushed by stones discover him, but he knew he had to come.

Because another missing partner likely returned here.

Back to the place they first met.

“Banette?”