Yet after the group had covered a third of the way, they had encountered no Pokémon at all, only ghostly wails and gusts of chilling wind along the path.
"How is that possible? Are there really Ghost-type Pokémon here?" Lin Mingzhe asked in confusion.
As a Fire-type specialist, he was full of energy and had no fear of ghosts. But seeing no Pokémon along the way, only feeling those chilling gusts, had begun to irritate him.
"Of course there are. In fact, you're probably stepping on one right now!" Xie Shirui said calmly, making Lin Mingzhe jump.
"Seriously?" Lin Mingzhe looked down at his feet, but all he saw was lush green grass. There was nothing there at all.
"Stop looking. These are ruins, and many Ghost-type Pokémon are buried deep underground. Just don't provoke them!" Xie Shirui explained.
Ghost-type Pokémon had unusual habits. They preferred dark environments and feared sunlight.
"What's this? A discarded teacup? Could it be an antique?" Lu Yangqiu suddenly stopped and looked at a porcelain bowl buried in the soil, even reaching out to dig it up.
At the sight, Xie Shirui, Ye Ling, and Xiao Ran all paled and cried out, "Don't touch it!"
But they were too late. Lu Yangqiu had hooked his fingers around the rim and was about to dig it out. Their shouts made him pause, then a chill traveled through his fingertips, frightening him into letting go at once.
As an Awakened, he could clearly sense that he had lost a trace of vital energy in that brief instant.
It was an extremely small amount, not even enough to affect him, but that might not hold true over time.
His actions also seemed to have disturbed the ruins. Faint tremors began beneath their feet, and the ghostly wails grew