Pokémon Dimensional Hunter - A Visual Mishaps

The shadows cast by the lattice window cut into light and shadow on them. Xu Hongdou's lower back was pressed against the cool bluestone, while the boy's hot breath was right in front of her. She suddenly realized that Zhao Xuan was already half a head taller than her, a realization that made her heart skip a beat.

"you..."

The phone rang abruptly, and just as Xu Hongdou reached for her handbag, Zhao Xuan happened to be looking down.

Her lips brushed against his earlobe, the jade earring chillingly cold. The boy jerked back, his head slamming against the wisteria trellis, pale purple petals fluttering down onto his shoulders.

Xu Hongdou answered the phone, her voice still slightly breathless: "Speak."

But his eyes followed Zhao Xuan, who was brushing away the falling petals.

The sunlight outlined the lines of his clenched jaw, and a wisteria petal clung to his Adam's apple, rising and falling gently with each swallow.

After hanging up the phone, she took off her pearl earring and placed it in the boy's palm: "This is to make up for it." Before Zhao Xuan could react, she magically produced a velvet box: "A coming-of-age gift, I'm giving it to you in advance."

Inside the box was a jade pendant carved with a dragon with its head and tail intertwined.

Zhao Xuan's fingertips brushed against the cool, jade-like body, then suddenly snapped the black rope at her collar. Before Xu Hongdou could even see clearly, a protective amulet appeared around her neck, the scent of sandalwood mingling with his body heat wafting towards her.

"A return gift," Zhao Xuan said softly.

"Then I won't be polite." Xu Hongdou felt the warmth emanating from the amulet and suddenly revealed a stunning smile, saying with a grin.

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Chapter 229 Hades Acha

Leaving aside Zhao Xuan's situation, in the world of "The Ferryman," on a dark street, Zhao Li's remnant soul suddenly appeared.

"Damn! That kid is a madman, he chased us so closely, we almost didn't make it back."

Zhao Li wiped away non-existent sweat with his hand and muttered a sigh of unease.

Although he was left with only a remnant soul, Zhao Li didn't care. As long as his soul wasn't completely destroyed, he could rebuild his body.

What Zhao Li didn't know was that his original body was that of an Arhat, and if he were to recreate a new body, it would just be an ordinary body.

It can be said that Zhao Li suffered a huge loss this time.

While Zhao Li was thinking about things, he had already walked back to his old hideout, No. 444, the convenience store.

Xia Dongqing, who was on duty, was shocked when he saw Zhao Li's appearance and exclaimed, "Zhao Li, what happened to you?!"

"Alright, enough nonsense. I need to go back to the Underworld for a bit. You keep a close watch on the convenience store and don't cause any trouble."

After giving Xia Dongqing his instructions, Zhao Li entered the storage room, where there was a passage leading to the underworld. In the past, Zhao Li would send the ghosts to the underworld through this passage.

Upon seeing this, Xia Dongqing was momentarily speechless, her expression somewhat conflicted.

But Zhao Li was unaware of all this; at this point, he had already returned to the underworld through the underworld passage.

Zhao Li's remnant soul traveled through the spatial passage.

What came into Zhao Li’s view was everything in the underworld. Ghostly flames seeped out from the cracks, and the blue flames made a crackling sound as they licked the souls. Each flame reflected a fragment of a dead soul’s most painful memory.

At the end of the passage, it suddenly cracked open, and Zhao Li nearly fell into the boiling River of Oblivion.

This made Zhao Li unable to help but curse, "Damn it!! I almost fell into the River of Oblivion, what bad luck!"

"Glug glug!!" The blood-yellow river water surged with millions of human faces, and those distorted faces suddenly opened their eyes in unison, with rotting arms reaching out from the riverbed, trying to drag the fragmented souls into eternal reincarnation.

Zhao Li used a hand seal to shake off the vengeful spirit, but the already damaged soul became even weaker as a result.

A blood moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the cross-section of the eighteen levels of hell. In the hell of sawing and cutting, merchants who had inflated drug prices in life are being sawed in half again, their organs sliding out of their abdominal cavity only to heal themselves again.

The red-clad female ghost kneeling before the Mirror of Retribution is experiencing the moment of death, pushed off a cliff by her husband, at a hundred times the normal speed; deep within the icy hell, the ice sculpture of a serial killer is slowly melting, revealing the trembling soul core inside.

"Zhao Li?" The bull-headed ghost approached, its breath reeking of sulfur. "Your appearance is quite rare." The tip of the steel fork suddenly pierced Zhao Li's soul, and the extracted memory threads flashed with the light and shadow of an Arhat's golden body.

The ghost took a greedy deep breath, and the golden light exploded into fine cracks in its copper bell-like eyes.

"Damn it! Minotaur, what are you trying to do? Do you know how disgusting you are?" Although Zhao Li was only a remnant soul, as a favorite of the King of the Underworld, he was not afraid and started cursing loudly.

"Hehehe, Master Zhao, don't be angry. I was just curious. Who could have hurt you like this?" A glint flashed in the bull-headed man's fist-sized eyes, and then he said in a somewhat ingratiating tone.

Although Zhao Li wasn't very strong, he was a favorite of Hades.

"This is none of your business. Move aside, I have something to report to Hades," Zhao Li said unhappily.

"Please, please." Seeing this, Niu Tou made way for Zhao Li.

"Hmph..." Zhao Li snorted coldly, then stepped over the ox's head and continued walking forward.

At this moment, the Underworld Palace floated deep within the blood mist, its nine hundred and ninety-nine human skin steps gleaming with an oily sheen.

Zhao Li wound his way up the secret passage, his fingertips creating ripples of phosphorescent light as they traced the walls. When the last step shattered beneath his feet, the breathtaking view that unfolded before him made even the thousand-year-old ghost officer hold his breath.

The entire palace is suspended in the center of an inverted vortex of sin, with tens of thousands of bronze chains hanging down from the void, the ends of which are tied to the melting remains of a giant dragon.

The bones of those ancient mythical beasts were refined into pillars, and thirty-six waterfalls of blood were carved out of their jagged spines, forming a ring-shaped moat around the palace with the crimson water carrying the screams of vengeful ghosts.

The main hall's doors were over a hundred feet high, and a hundred thousand tormented faces floated on the surface carved from a single crystal of vengeful spirits. As Zhao Li approached, all the ghostly faces suddenly let out a wailing cry, the sound waves causing the bricks and stones of the secret passage to crumble and fall.

Two enormous doors slid open automatically to the sides, revealing a scarlet carpet patchwork of human skin behind them—

The dome of the main hall is inlaid with fragments of the starry sky stripped from the Avici Hell, each star being the primordial spirit of a fallen immortal imprisoned for eternity.

The surface of the twenty-eight pillars supporting the heavens is covered with protruding bone spurs, which upon closer inspection are actually densely packed fragments of the Book of Life and Death. The yellowed paper rustles in the eerie wind, and with each page turned, someone whose lifespan has ended suddenly dies.

Black slime flowed along the walls on both sides, and the solidified parts revealed a real-time scene of the eighteen levels of hell. The screams of the tortured turned into physical bats the moment they came into contact with the air, crashing into the glass lampshade and scattering blue-purple sparks.

The throne of Hades stands at the end of the nine hundred and ninety-nine skull steps. The back of the chair is made from the spine of the first Meng Po, and the six eyeballs embedded in the armrests are still moving—those are the third eyes left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva when he passed away.

A physical projection of the Six Paths of Reincarnation floats behind the throne.

Twelve faceless stone statues stood around the throne, their mourning sticks dripping into the River of Oblivion, etching unfathomable hexagrams into the ground.

As soon as Zhao Li's remnant soul stepped into the main hall, all the stone statues suddenly turned their heads in unison, their hollow faces cracking open with jagged gaps, emitting a sharp shriek like the clanging of metal.

"Ahhhh!!!"

This caused Zhao Li's remnant soul to tremble.

"Lord Hades, your subordinate Zhao Li has come to report!"

As soon as Zhao Li finished speaking, the shrill sound receded like the tide, which relieved Zhao Li, who had almost been scared out of his wits.

At the same time, a voice carrying an unyielding tone rang out: "Come in."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li bowed and took a step forward. Zhao Li felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, but when he could see everything clearly again, the terrifying scenes had vanished.

What Zhao Li found before him was a luxurious room with a modern style.

A woman with a graceful figure, wearing a red ancient gauze dress, with a pretty face and noble temperament, sat on a chair, looking at Zhao Li with a cold expression in her beautiful eyes.

This person was none other than Hades Acha.

Chapter 230 Deruby

When Zhao Li saw Hades Acha, he immediately knelt down.

"Greetings to my Lord Acha."

Acha looked at Zhao Li and nodded gently, saying, "Yes, get up and tell me everything that happened this time."

Although Acha left a mark on Zhao Li this time, no information was sent back.

After all, with Acha's abilities, it's not enough for her to receive information from other fields.

If one possessed the power to transcend realms, one wouldn't be trapped in this underworld by the Queen Mother of the West of Kunlun Mountain.

Therefore, she needs to go through Zhao Li to learn about that world.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li's expression changed slightly, but he still honestly recounted all the information about that world.

As Acha listened to what Zhao Li said, her expression became thoughtful.

"If what you're saying is true, that world is far more advanced than ours. Do you think it's possible to use the power of that world to escape this underworld?"

A-Tu's long legs were unconsciously crossed, revealing her straight, snow-white skin, which looked incredibly charming.

But no matter how captivating she was, Zhao Li didn't dare to look at her for long, and said with his head down, "Maybe, but the people of that world aren't so easy to talk about."

"Take this time for example. I just wanted to catch some ghosts, but Wei found out that he had run into a little madman. Without saying a word, he destroyed all the ghosts I had caught and even crippled me."

At this point, Zhao Li felt somewhat aggrieved.

He's a soul ferryman, isn't he just catching some ghosts? Why the need for shouting and killing?

If he hadn't run fast, he might have really died.

Upon hearing this, Acha glanced at Zhao Li, remained silent, and her expression became thoughtful.

Even a teenager has such terrifying strength; it seems we need to make some serious plans.

Thinking of this, Hades Acha instructed, "Zhao Li, you need to go find that little madman again. We need him for the first step of our plan. Take some rare and precious herbs with you."

After all, there's a saying that it's never wrong to be overly polite.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li's expression changed drastically, and he shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Lord Hades, why don't you send someone else? My crippled body won't be of much use."

Zhao Li didn't want to face that madman Zhao Xuan again; who knew if he'd be able to come back next time?

Upon hearing this, Acha stared at Zhao Li for a while, then, remembering that her brother still needed Zhao Li, she didn't press the matter further.

"Alright, I'll send someone else over. You can go now; you'll have a new body."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li repeatedly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Lord Underworld King. I will take my leave immediately."

With that, Zhao Li withdrew.

Acha watched Zhao Li's retreating figure, her pretty face showing a thoughtful expression as she considered which person she should send over.

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Leaving aside the events in "The Ferryman," in the main world...

It was already afternoon.

After parting ways with Xu Hongdou, Zhao Xuan went to Chunfeng Middle School.

When Zhao Xuan stood on the sycamore-lined avenue at Chunfeng Middle School, it was the last activity period.

The setting sun of late spring gilded the brick-red teaching building with gold, and cheers came from the basketball court. Several boys in blue and white school uniforms jumped up to dunk, and when their clothes fluttered, they revealed the slender waistlines unique to teenagers.

Passing by the flowerbeds full of irises, intermittent piano music drifted from the main teaching building.

Girls carrying their homework books laughed and squeezed into the classroom in the third-floor corridor. The light blue curtains were blown up and down by the wind, like fluttering butterfly wings.

Zhao Xuan paused in front of the bulletin board, his fingertips lightly brushing against the banner that read "Senior Three Sprint Rally," the paper shimmering with a fuzzy halo in the setting sun.

Suddenly a chill crept up the back of his neck, and he turned to look at the glass dome on the top floor of the laboratory building.

Flocks of white doves were circling and taking flight as dusk fell, and behind a half-open window, a pair of eyes seemed to be gleaming eerily in the shadows.

Zhao Xuan did not return to his class, but went to the training ground instead.

It's already August, and there are only about two months left until the high school league. So, those who are going to participate in the league have to train during the last period of each afternoon.

As soon as Zhao Xuan entered the spacious training ground, he heard a series of loud shouts.

"Nidoking!! Charge!!"

"Nine-Tails!! Big Bang!!"

Arbok!! Poison Needle!!

"Dairubi!! Flame Jet!!"

As Zhao Xuan stepped into the training field, a wave of scorching heat hit him. In the center of the field, Qiao Yingzi's Nine-Tails was fiercely battling Zhu Dan's Blastoise. Orange-red flames and azure water columns collided in the air, creating large plumes of white mist.

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A "buzzing" sound also rang out.

"Now!" Qiao Yingzi suddenly shouted. The nine-tailed dragon's claws gleamed with a metallic sheen, piercing through the water curtain and striking the Blastoise's shell.

"Clang!!" The metal claws collided with the tortoise shell, producing a screeching sound and sparks flying everywhere.

"Blastoise, spin high speed!" Zhu Dan jumped up and down in a panic. The blue figure transformed into a spinning top and soared into the sky, causing the chandeliers on the training field ceiling to sway violently. Water droplets mixed with metal fragments fell in a rustling sound, refracting a rainbow of light in the setting sun.

"Boom!!" A loud noise suddenly came from the other end of the field. Zhao Xuan turned his head and saw Lin Jun's Nidoking engaged in a tug-of-war with Miao Hua's Nidoqueen.

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