Passed away?
Baimu and Ryuto stared at each other in disbelief.
They had been full of curiosity about the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, and had specifically brought new masks here, only to find out the person had already passed away?
The young man outside remained vigilant, but his vigilance turned into disgust upon seeing the weird-looking Pecharunt.
"It's this bad thing!"
"Bad thing..."
Baimu twitched the corner of his mouth, noticing that Pecharunt was still searching for the grandfather Zheng Yan's family the young man had mentioned, pulling back a screen from time to time, its expression shifting between anticipation and frustration.
It seemed not to understand what "passed away" meant.
From Pecharunt's appearance, it was clear that it shared a deep bond with grandfather Zheng Yan's family.
Ryuto whispered, "What do we do now?"
"What do we do..."
Baimu patted his forehead.
"Huh??"
Ryuto was startled and raised his foot to chase after him.
Baimu stopped him. "Let him shout. It saves us from having to find someone else to ask about the situation."
Ryuto thought that made sense and released Rhyperior to avoid unnecessary conflict.
His life in Kitakami these past few days had given him a general understanding of the ancient social environment, and he knew that the taller a Pokémon was, the easier it was to deter ordinary people.
Pecharunt searched every room, failing to find the beloved grandparents, and besides feeling lost, it was somewhat bewildered.
"Munk?"
Where did they go?
Meanwhile.
The quiet village gradually grew lively.
Sturdy young male villagers holding pitchforks and clubs surrounded this abandoned wooden house in groups, shouting angrily for the two of them to come out.
They had wanted to rush in, but upon seeing Rhyperior, they stopped with tacit agreement.
"Munk!"
Pecharunt panicked and