Pokémon Dimensional Hunter - A Visual Mishaps

What if you take out a photograph from a drawer, showing a man and a woman, with the woman holding a baby?

The woman above is Wan Sui and Wan Xing's mother. Wan Yi looked at Wan's mother with a sinister gaze. It was she who sent him to prison back then, which led to his current predicament.

"Hehehe, this is really interesting. Do you want me to help you kill her? That way, you can get revenge for her." Just then, a transparent soul flew out of Wan Yi's body.

This is a dragon-headed, snake-bodied creature that embodies the characteristics of the "Jiaolong" in Chinese mythology. Its head is a majestic dragon head with eight sharp dragon horns and a flame-shaped crown, while its body extends into a snake shape, without feet and slender.

Because it is a soul, it is transparent and ethereal, with an overall semi-transparent appearance and a texture similar to an energy body. It is surrounded by ribbon-like energy, and the flowing light is like silk or flame patterns, adding to its mystery.

Its eyes glow red with a ferocious expression, and it has a crocodile mouth and a snake-like tongue, but it appears even more ethereal in its soul form.

When moving, it meanders like a snake or floats, often accompanied by a dark blue or turquoise halo.

"Holy Lord, my affairs are none of your concern. I will handle them myself," Wan Yi said coldly, looking at the soul before him.

Although he cooperated with this demon, he might not trust it in case he didn't; it was just a mutually beneficial arrangement.

"Hehehe, as long as you release my brothers and sisters, I will grant your wish," the Holy Lord said with a sinister smile.

A cunning glint flashed deep within those blood-red eyes; anyone could tell that the Holy Lord was untrustworthy.

The reason it found Wan Yi was because it had just arrived in this unfamiliar world and needed a helper; otherwise, its spirit form wouldn't be able to protect its brothers and sisters.

"Holy Lord, is the Pandora's Box you mentioned definitely located in this middle school?" Wan Yi frowned upon hearing this and asked.

"It must be in this school. I fell here with Pandora's Box (Ma Ma Zhao), but that weirdo stole Pandora's Box. Now we can only play the role of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

"We'll take action once your world's trainers help us deal with that weird creature."

When the Holy Lord mentioned "Trainer," a solemn look flashed in his blood-red eyes.

It never expected that its fight to the death with Jackie Chan and his group would actually break through space and bring it to this terrifying world.

Based on what I've learned during this time, I realize this world is incredibly complex.

If it could regain its peak strength, it might not be afraid of anything, but now it has no power at all and can only develop stealthily.

I'll release a few of my brothers and sisters to test the waters of this world before we talk about anything else.

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Chapter 150 Jackie Chan's Adventures

"Holy Lord, are you sure you can release your brothers and sisters in our world?" Wan Yi asked, looking at the Holy Lord with a question in mind.

Now that the mysterious realms have been opened to the public, many ordinary people know that some of these realms are another world altogether.

Therefore, there was no doubt about the Holy Lord's claim that he came from another world.

After all, their world doesn't have any demons or hell.

Some are simply inverted worlds and spirit realms, operating under the opposite physical rules of the real world. These are said to be controlled by the legendary Pokémon Giratina, primarily for maintaining the balance of the real world.

The spirit world is the destination for souls after death, guided by Ghost-type Pokémon (such as Dusknoir), and has no physical interaction with the real world.

The Holy Lord chuckled sinisterly and said, "Hehehe, don't worry about that. The Hell I'm talking about exists outside this world. As long as Pandora's Box exists, the gates of Hell can be opened, and my brothers and sisters can be released."

"Moreover, I have a premonition that in this world, you don't need to go to a specific location to open the gates of hell."

"I hope you're not lying to me, or I won't let you off easy." Wan Yi said coldly, then picked up her flashlight and left the security room, heading outside.

After all, he's a security guard, so he still needs to patrol the school from time to time.

A cunning glint flashed in the Holy Lord's blood-red eyes, and his figure vanished into nothingness.

At the same time, on the top floor of a building in Shanghai.

The once calm rooftop suddenly rippled like waves, followed by a series of cracking sounds, like breaking glass, echoing through the surrounding void.

In the void, it shattered like glass, and in that instant, the void suddenly exploded open, revealing a passage that resembled a black hole.

Several voices could be heard from the passageway, including those of men, women, and elderly people.

"Dad, are you sure there won't be any danger?"

"Jackie Chan, don't you trust your father? He already said that this time it was Zhengqi who gave the order, and there won't be any problems. Let's go."

"Wow! Going on adventures to other worlds, that's amazing! Uncle Dragon, if you're not leaving, I'm leaving."

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, what are you doing! Stop right there!"

Then came several hurried sounds and footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a petite girl, only about a meter tall, ran out of the passage.

Behind her were a man in his thirties with an honest face, a thin old man, and a very fat man.

This is Jade, Jackie Chan, Uncle, and Tru from "Jackie Chan Adventures".

As soon as the old man stepped out of the passage, he looked at the dark night sky and exclaimed, "Oh dear, this world is too chaotic, neither good nor evil."

"Dad, let's not talk about that now. Our mission this time is to find the Holy Lord. If he releases those demons, the world will be in big trouble." Jackie Chan quickly said when he saw this.

"Tru, bring out what I've prepared." Upon hearing this, the old man remembered why he and the others had come, and then said to Tru.

“Okay, Dad.” Tru immediately took out a river fish and a bottle of green liquid from his small bag.

The old man took the river fish and the bottle, then began to perform a shamanistic ritual, dripping the green liquid from the bottle onto the river fish while muttering, "Demons and monsters, leave... demons and monsters, leave..."

"Buzz~~" Then, the river fish flickered for a moment and then returned to normal.

“Alright, the tracker is complete. Now we just need to get close to the Holy Lord to find out where he is.” The old man handed the bottle to Tru and then said.

"Uh... Dad, where are we going to find it? If we get close to Shendu, we won't need this anymore." Jackie Chan was speechless. In the end, it all came down to getting close to Shendu for this thing to work.

(ccec) If they don't get close, where will they find the Holy Lord?

"Smack!!" But just then, Jackie Chan felt a sharp pain on his head, causing him to instinctively clutch it and cry out in pain, "Ouch, Dad, what are you doing?"

"This is your problem. I'm already seventy or eighty years old, and you still want me to send the Holy Lord to your bed?" The old man withdrew his hand from Jackie Chan and said irritably.

"I understand, Dad," Jackie Chan said with a hint of helplessness.

"Uncle Long, Dad, come quick!" Xiaoyu's excited voice suddenly came over.

The three looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Xiaoyu had run to the side of the building at some point.

"Oh dear, Xiaoyu is in danger! Come back quickly!" Jackie Chan said worriedly as he ran over.

"Uncle Long, there's no danger. Look, it looks like a food court down there. Let's go try some of the delicious food in this world!" Xiaoyu said excitedly, looking eager to try it out.

Jackie Chan glanced at the brightly lit and bustling streets in the distance and said, "Jade, our main task now is to find the Holy Lord and bring him back. We can't afford any unforeseen complications, understand?"

Looking at Jackie Chan's serious face, Xiaoyu, who had been excited, became dejected and said, "I understand, Uncle Jackie."

"Alright, Jackie Chan, it's just going out for a meal. What's the big deal? We've been looking for the Holy Master for a while now. Do you not eat every day?"

"And most importantly, we need to know about this world. Otherwise, if we know nothing, we will probably be unable to move an inch."

At this moment, the old man interrupted Jackie Chan and expressed his opinion.

“But Dad, I don’t have the currency of this world.” Jackie Chan thought that made sense, but then he looked distressed and said.

After all, every world has a different currency, and he doesn't have the currency of this world.

"Hehe, Uncle Long, don't worry, I brought this over." Just then, Xiaoyu's somewhat smug voice rang out, and at the same time she took out a small piece of gold from her pocket, which shimmered slightly in the moonlight.

“Jackie Chan, look, even your niece is more reliable than you.” The old man scolded Jackie Chan, then said to Jade, “Jade, Tru, let’s go and find out some news about this world.”

As he spoke, the old man led Xiaoyu and Tru away from there.

"Hey, wait for someone." Seeing this, Jackie Chan quickly followed.

After Jackie Chan and his group left, a gloomy old man dressed in a black robe and holding a cane emerged from the darkness.

"Is this another world? How interesting. I'd like to see which of us, the dark energy or the righteous energy, will prevail."

After saying this, the old man turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

This is none other than the Black Mist Wizard, Daolong.

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Chapter 151 The Fire Stone!

After the two groups left, a pair of eyes, seemingly imbued with a mysterious aura, appeared from the void, their gaze cunning.

Of course, it only flashed by for a moment and then disappeared.

Meanwhile, inside the hot pot restaurant, Qiao Weidong was taking pictures with his daughter using his phone.

"Yingzi, come here quickly, let's take a picture together, father and daughter."

Qiao Yingzi did not refuse, after all, this had become an annual tradition.

Seeing this, Xiao Meng also said with a smile, "Old Qiao, let me take one too."

But Qiao Weidong's reaction made Xiao Meng's expression stiffen: "Go away, what business is it of yours if we two women take pictures? Go sit over there."

Upon hearing this, Xiaomeng looked extremely embarrassed.

However, Xiaomeng quickly realized what was going on and said with a smile, "Then you guys take the pictures, I'm going to the bathroom."

After Xiaomeng finished speaking, she quickly left.

"Dad, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to treat Aunt Xiaomeng like this?" Qiao Yingzi asked with some concern.

"What's the big deal? Let's take the pictures quickly," Qiao Weidong said nonchalantly.

Then I took out my phone and started taking pictures.

Zhao Xuan didn't interfere when he saw this. Although Qiao Weidong was a scumbag who had such a beautiful girlfriend as Xiao Meng, he was still thinking about Song Qian.

But actually, Xiaomeng only brought it on herself. She knew Qiao Weidong was a scumbag, yet she still went after him, or perhaps she had feelings for him. But in reality, Xiaomeng might have been after his money.

After all, Qiao Weidong is a successful person in his career, no matter what.

It's normal for Xiaomeng to be interested in Qiao Weidong. Of course, there might be some so-called love involved, but it's not much. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been flirting with her so-called friend before breaking up with Qiao Weidong.

Therefore, Zhao Xuan didn't interfere much in their relationship.

"Whoosh~~" Just then, a girl's fragrance wafted into his nose, followed by a soft hand wrapping around his shoulder and a sweet laugh: "Zhao Xuan, let's take a picture together."

At the same time, a jealous voice rang out: "Hey, hey, don't stand so close, kid, move your shoulder away right now."

"Uncle Qiao, shouldn't you have told Yingzi to take her hand away?" Zhao Xuan rolled his eyes and said irritably.

Qiao Yingzi had her arm around his shoulder, yet she told him to take his arm off. Is that even human language?

He truly is a doting father.

"Hmph, how could I be wrong? Hurry up, don't make me do it," Qiao Weidong said unhappily.

Seeing this, how could Zhao Xuan possibly comply with Qiao Weidong's wishes? He immediately took the initiative, and under Qiao Weidong's fiery gaze, he put his arm around Qiao Yingzi's waist and looked at Qiao Weidong with a smug expression.

Qiao Yingzi felt the warmth of Zhao Xuan's palm, and her pretty face immediately turned red, but she did not refuse; she was just a little shy.

"Hey, hey, you brat, what are you doing? Do you believe I'll report you for indecent assault?" Qiao Weidong was furious when he saw this. He immediately stood up from his seat, removed Zhao Xuan's hand, and glared angrily at Zhao Xuan.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Yingzi said coquettishly, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Dad, hurry up and take pictures of me and Zhao Xuan. It's getting late, and Mom will start nagging if we get back late."

Qiao Yingzi pushed her father back to his seat, acting somewhat spoiled.

Seeing this, Qiao Weidong could only grit his teeth and pat her back. After all, his daughter had spoken up, and he couldn't refuse her request.

Afterwards, Zhao Xuan and Qiao Yingzi took a photo together. As soon as they finished, Qiao Weidong hurriedly told them to separate. If he continued like this, he was afraid he would vomit blood.

"Uncle Qiao, are you in a lot of pain?" Zhao Xuan continued to rub salt into Qiao Weidong's wound.

"You brat, you'll get what's coming to you later," Qiao Weidong glared at Zhao Xuan and said irritably.

"Hey Dad, Zhao Xuan, stop talking." Qiao Yingzi quickly stopped the two of them when she saw this.

"Hmph, I'm not going to say any more to you, kid." Qiao Weidong snorted at Zhao Xuan, then took out a square box from his pocket, about the size of a child's palm.

"Yingzi, this is a birthday present for you."

Qiao Yingzi took the box and asked with some confusion, "Dad, what's this gift?"

"You'll see once you open it," Qiao Weidong said with a smile.

Zhao Xuan was curious when he saw this.