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Faced with this situation, Lin Che stopped in his tracks.
He did not choose to suppress them by force. For Ghost-type Pokémon, especially for simple-minded and stubborn individuals like Wood Spirit, spiritual identification is far more important and stable than any forceful conquest.
He glanced at Zhixing floating beside him.
"It's up to you, Zhixing."
Zhixing's huge, colorful compound eyes flickered, indicating that he understood.
It floated slowly and silently in front of the little wood spirit. Its enormous body cast a shadow in front of the little wood spirit, but the spiritual fluctuations emanating from it were extremely gentle.
Those huge, colorful eyes shone with a soft, star-like golden light.
The light was not aggressive or oppressive in the slightest.
It simply and quietly established a pure spiritual connection with the little wood spirit's tiny, hostile single eye.
The next second, a series of images, like the most heartwarming movie, began to flow through Xiao Muling's mind.
It was a small orange-striped dog. From being timid at first sight, it now licks its owner's palm with its warm tongue.
It was a noble white fox, shielding its companions from the bitter cold with its own body amidst the swirling snow.
It was an elegant blue dragon, carrying its owner, freely traversing the sea of clouds under the moon.
……
From meeting to getting to know each other, we huddled together for warmth and went on adventures side by side.
Those warm, joyful, and deeply cherished memories, without a trace of falsehood, were shared with this little wood spirit who had never left the cemetery.
It saw a world it had never imagined, a world full of sunshine, laughter, and companions.
At the same time, Lin Che's voice also resounded directly in the depths of its mind through this mental link.
"I won't destroy your home."
"But I can take you to a better home."
Lin Che's thoughts transformed into a magnificent scene, which appeared before the little wood spirit's eyes—it was a truly heaven-reaching world tree, exuding endless life force.
“I know where a real ‘World Tree’ is.”
Then, the scene shifts.
A bustling city, majestic snow-capped mountains, azure seas, and countless powerful spirits of all shapes and sizes.
"I will also take you to see a wider and more wonderful landscape beyond the forest."
I felt this sincerity, devoid of any falsehood or deception.
I felt that appreciation for their companions and that yearning for the vast world.
In the little wood spirit's single, scarlet eye, the cold hostility was slowly fading away.
Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of bewilderment, and a faint spark called "desire".
It glanced at the cold tombstone in its arms, then looked at the warm images of its companions huddled together in its mind.
Lin Che didn't urge him, but waited quietly.
He stretched out his hand, palm up, where a luxurious ball, entirely black and inlaid with gold patterns, lay quietly.
at last.
After a long silence.
The little wooden spirit released the tombstone it had been embracing for who knows how many years.
It stretched out its thin, small hands, like withered tree branches.
With a hint of hesitation, a hint of curiosity, and a hint of determination.
Gently, I touched the luxurious sphere that emitted a faint glow.
Chapter 100: The Cursed Amulet! The Team's Final Concept!
Having successfully captured this little Wood Spirit with perfect potential, Lin Che's tense nerves finally relaxed. He held the Poké Ball that carried his new partner in his palm, his fingertips able to feel the faint yet familiar life pulse emanating from it.
A pure, instinctive sense of satisfaction flowed through my chest.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, his gaze sweeping over the lost forest bathed in moonlight, his mind already planning the future growth path for the little wood spirit.
At that very moment, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice rang out from the depths of his mind, interrupting his thoughts.
[Ding! Mission updated!]
Lin Che's eyes narrowed instantly.
In that cemetery area, within an ancient trainer's sarcophagus previously guarded by a group of Cursed Dolls, lies a powerful Ghost-type item—the [Cursed Amulet].
Cursed amulet!
Lin Che's heart suddenly raced.
He had heard of this item's fame. It greatly enhances the power of Ghost-type moves, making it the ultimate piece of equipment that all Ghost-type Pokémon dream of.
For the little wood spirit who has just joined the team and is still in its infancy, this is undoubtedly the best welcome gift in the world.
Without a moment's hesitation, he suppressed the joy on his face and regained his usual calm and focus.
He turned around and walked firmly back in the direction he had come from, towards that gloomy cemetery area.
The cemetery was even more silent under the cover of night. A cold wind whistled through the withered branches. The cold tombstones cast distorted shadows in the moonlight, like silent guardians.
When Lin Che stepped into the area again, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped several degrees.
Pairs of scarlet eyes silently lit up from behind the tombstones, under the shadows of the trees, and in the mounds of earth.
It's those cursed dolls and vengeful dolls.
They didn't let out a shriek, nor did they immediately launch an attack, but the intense, unyielding hostility and repulsion had already locked onto Lin Che. They guarded this peaceful place, not allowing any living being to disturb it easily.
Lin Che stopped in his tracks.
He didn't unleash the oppressive aura of Arcanine or Hakuryu.
Even when faced with these wild spirits who were simply protecting their home, he still did not choose to harm them with violence.
"Zhixing".
He called softly.
Accompanied by a silvery glow, the Brilliant Universe Strange Star hovered beside him, its enormous single eye calmly scanning the surroundings.
The next second, an indescribably powerful yet incredibly gentle mental force silently spread out from Zhixing's center.
The telekinetic energy was not aggressive at all; it formed a semi-transparent barrier in the air, flowing with silver light, isolating Lin Che from the outside world.
The hostile horde of cursed dolls crashed into the barrier, only to be gently pushed aside by an irresistible, supple force, without suffering any real harm.
The disturbance was temporarily quelled.
Lin Che's gaze pierced through the barrier and landed precisely on the oldest and largest stone coffin in the deepest part of the cemetery.
The stone coffin is made entirely of obsidian, with mottled moss and deep cracks left by time, exuding a profound sense of history.
He did not go forward himself.
The silver light in Zhixing's single eye intensified, and the invisible psychic power, under his precise control, transformed into an unseen giant hand.
The "hand" gently brushed away the dust and fallen leaves from the surface of the stone coffin, and then steadily held the lid of the stone coffin, which weighed several tons.
"Crunch...squeak...crunch..."
A series of teeth-grinding, heavy scraping sounds rang out.
Without damaging any part of the sarcophagus structure, the massive lid was slowly and steadily moved to one side by an unparalleled force.
As the crack appeared, a stream of air, sealed for thousands of years and mixed with dust and a chilling atmosphere, surged out.
Lin Che held his breath.
When the scene inside the sarcophagus was fully revealed to him, his gaze was completely drawn to it.
Inside the stone coffin, a human skeleton lay quietly, having long since weathered away over the ages, turning a pale white.
On the chest of the skeleton, besides a pile of clothing remnants that had long since turned to ashes, there was only one other thing.
It was an amulet with an antique design.
It was entirely black, made of an unknown material, and its surface was engraved with complex and eerie patterns. In the center of the amulet was an irregularly shaped purple crystal, which emitted an ominous and unsettling purple light that flickered between light and shadow.
This light seemed to possess a life of its own, making the surrounding shadows even deeper.
This is it, the [Curse Amulet].
Lin Che's gaze turned serious.
He bowed deeply to the remains of the unknown ancient trainer inside the stone coffin.
"Senior, I apologize for disturbing you. I will ensure that your relics shine brightly in this new era."
This is a kind of respect that comes from the heart.
We respect this trainer who valued the resting place of his companions more than his own legacy.
After bowing, he gestured to Zhixing, who used his mental power to gently lift the talisman from the barrier and deliver it smoothly to him.
Upon receiving the amulet, a cool sensation immediately followed.
Lin Che didn't examine it too closely. He tossed it back and released the little Wood Spirit he had just captured from the Poké Ball.
"Chirp?"
The little wood spirit was still a bit confused when it came out, curiously looking around.
"Here, this is for you."
Lin Che handed the talisman, which emitted an ominous light, to the little wood spirit.
The little wood spirit tilted its head, sensing a powerfully attractive ghost-type energy emanating from the amulet, energy that shared its own origins. It stretched out its tiny wooden arm and curiously accepted the amulet.
The moment the amulet made contact with its body!
Om-!