When traveling, the weather is always Forecast.
The rain also suddenly became violent.
It was just a light rain at first, but when the two stepped into this area, the rain suddenly increased.
"Master Luo, didn't you say you can just walk around if it doesn't rain?"
Xiaoyun was holding an umbrella and walking in the rain with Dawn. Next to him was Rotom, who was also squeezed under the umbrella.
But Rotom shook the fuselage from side to side and said confidently, "Yes, Rotom said it didn't rain just now, but he didn't say it doesn't rain now."
Xiaoyun Listening to this guy's desperate look, I really want to throw it into the rain and short-circuit it.
Dawn stared at the relatively flat grass next to it and suggested. "The rain is a bit heavy. How about we set up a tent here to avoid it first."
It didn't look like there were any residents around here, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Even Floette, who had been following them, got into her bag.
"Well, that's fine too."
Just as Xiaoyun was about to nod, Rotom suddenly sounded a beep, followed by a red arrow popping up on the screen:
"It has been detected that there are residential houses within one kilometer ahead. Rotom suggests that you go to the front to take shelter from the rain, dear."
"Are you sure? Is this information true?"
Xiaoyun raised his hand to wipe the rain from his forehead, seriously doubting the authenticity of Rotom's words.
Where did the residential houses come from in this damn place?
Even if there is one, it's still a haunted house!
"Of course! Don't question Rotom."
Rotom's screen suddenly lit up red. In order to emphasize his authority, he jumped up and almost hit Xiaoyun's umbrella.
"Rotom drives a navigation system, can he still sue you for false information?"
"You can go or not!"
Phew, here comes Kalos, it's not the first time you made a navigation mistake.
Although he thought so, Xiaoyun still chose the latter without hesitation between setting up a tent in the rain and taking shelter in a residential house.
"Then I'll trust you again."
So, the two held umbrellas and continued walking forward.
Soon, he looked beyond the rain curtain, and a courtyard-like house appeared in his field of vision.
Click!
Flash passed by, and the rain curtain seemed to be suddenly torn open by someone, and the outline of the entire building was illuminated very clearly.
The stone walls were covered with Vine Whip, and a few broken windows were dark, facing their direction, as if the dormant Ghost type had opened its eyes.
"Is this place... sure it can be lived in?"
Dawn subconsciously leaned closer to Xiaoyun.
Given this environment and atmosphere, no normal person would come here.
"Rotom I'm sure."
Rotom affirmed.
It subconsciously ignored the mark in the corner of the map marked Ghost type.
What kind of thing is a ghost? Before it and Gengar were subdued by Xiaoyun, neither one of them was a ghost.
Old Chateau Find out.
"Forget it, it's already here, let's go in and hide first."
Xiaoyun Although I have some diarrhoea, there is no other place to go nearby.
A haunted house is also a house, so it's better than nothing.
As he said that, he took Dawn's wrist and walked inside.
The thick wooden door is engraved with special patterns, and the seal in the middle seems to have been scratched by some sharp weapon Slash, with cracks spreading from the center to the edges.
Xiaoyun stretched out his hand and pushed it. Perhaps it had been too long since no one had come. When the door was pushed open, the rustling sound was particularly harsh in the rainy night.
Squeak--
A smell mixed with dust and rotten wood hit the nostrils. The light in the hall was dim, and only a few strands of rain penetrated the damaged roof, dampening the interior.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
Dawn shouted tentatively, and the echo swayed in the empty hall, hit the high dome, and fell again, like something responding in the dark.
Xiaoyun glanced around.
There was a long wooden table in the center of the hall, and the tabletop was covered with thick dust.
The spiral pattern on the table legs has been worn away by time, leaving only shallow marks, except for a spot in the middle that is exceptionally clean.
There was a brass candlestick placed on the table, and a few dried petals were scattered beside the candlestick. The color was dark red, as if it had been dyed by something.
"It looks like it's an abandoned house. Let's just spend the night here."
Xiaoyun clapped his hands to dispel the depressing atmosphere.
Then he looked around, planning to find a house to tidy up briefly.
The stairs were revolving, and the handrails were made of dark wood that was covered with scratches. The paint peeled off in some places, revealing the dark wood grain underneath.
Xiaoyun was about to walk forward when something suddenly tripped under his feet and he staggered half a step forward.
He looked down and saw a broken lens, reflecting the faint light leaking from the roof.
What was reflected in the mirror was the door behind him that had been closed at some point.
"Door..."
Dawn turned around suddenly, his heart beating fast.
"I clearly remember leaving the door open."
It's no longer possible, I'm a little too scared.
Floette was so scared that he shrank into a ball.
"Maybe it's the wind."
Xiaoyun pretended to be calm and bent down to pick up the lens. The fragments were not big, but they could clearly reflect the shadow of the stair handrail.
He noticed that the moment he lowered his head, the shadow in the lens moved.
In the shadow at the end of the armrest, something long and thin seemed to flash.
Much like the reflection of metal.
Oh ho~
Xiaoyun's eyes lit up.
In this scene, it seems that today I can experience the feeling of killing the script again.
"Dawn, I'll show you a good one."
Xiaoyun handed the lens to Dawn, but when Dawn took it, there were only swaying spots in the lens flashing on the armrest, and there was nothing abnormal.
She raised her head and glared at Xiaoyun, with a bit of annoyance in her tone. "There's nothing, are you trying to scare me?"
"Well, it would be interesting if I didn't."
Xiaoyun smiled, reached out and rubbed her hair. "Let's go find a room."
"It's so annoying."
Dawn muttered, his voice still a little weak, and turned to Rotom and shouted, "Rotom, turn on Flash mode, let's go find a room."
"Okay Rotom."
The body of Rotom suddenly lit up with white light, illuminating the surrounding area.
The two of them walked cautiously towards the stairs, which were covered in dust.
The corridor on the second floor is darker than the first floor. There are several oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the frames are all crooked.
The canvas was wrinkled due to moisture, and the faces of the figures on it were blurred, but their eyes seemed to be able to Infiltrator the canvas, staring straight at it.
Dawn's back tightened at the sight, and he quickened his pace and casually opened a door at hand.
This was probably a study room. The bookshelves were filled with dusty books, and an open book lay on the desk. The pages were yellowed and brittle.
In the center of the room, there was a sword scabbard. The sword body was missing, leaving only the empty scabbard.
Dawn breathed a sigh of relief, "Huh, it's relatively clean here."
I don't know if it's her imagination, but at least there aren't those portraits of people staring at people, which is really scary.
Rotom flew to the bookshelf, raising a cloud of dust as the fuselage swept over it. "It means this place has not been abandoned for a long time, Rotom."
But then, Analytic data popped up on its screen.
"Recent energy fluctuations have been detected."
Dawn didn't pay much attention to Rotom's words, his eyes fell on the room, and then he raised his hand and threw Poké Ball:
"Altaria, use Defog."
"Xijiu~"
Altaria unfolded its cotton-covered wings, a gentle air flow swirled in the room, and the dust was rolled into a small vortex and swept out the window, and the room suddenly became Refresh.
Just then, a book from the top shelf fell down and landed right next to the diary.
At this time, Xiaoyun was still wandering around the hall.
As his eyes swept over the dusty long table.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound, and the brass candlestick on the long table fell to the ground. One of the three legs of the candlestick was broken and rolled to the side of the table leg.
But it was clear that no one touched it just now.
Xiaoyun raised his eyebrows, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes. "Oh, we really have something to play with."
"Infernape, light it up."
He raised his hand and released Poké Ball, red light flashed, and Infernape landed steadily, its head burning with orange flames, instantly lighting up the hall.
There are some old wooden boxes piled up in the corner, Spider Web casting slender shadows in the firelight.
The most eye-catching thing is on the left side of the hall, where a rusty knight's armor stands there, with the helmet hanging down, making it difficult to see what's inside.
He held a scabbard without a sword in his hand. A dim gem was embedded in the dark scabbard, and the tip of the empty scabbard was pointed directly at the top of the stairs.
Xiaoyun walked over slowly, lightly tapped the breastplate of the armor with his fingertips, and made a hollow sound:
"This armor... is that the point?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking for air. There was no response from the armor, only the rust on the helmet fell down.
Seeing no response, Xiaoyun didn't stay any longer and turned around to walk up the stairs.
There is a broken mirror at the corner of the stairs. The gold paint on the frame has long since peeled off, revealing that the bottom is covered with cracked wood, like a spider's web.
When passing by, Infernape glanced at it accidentally, but stopped suddenly.
There was a long and slender shadow on the stair railing in the mirror, with a silver-gray edge shining with cold light.
Like a sword without a hilt.
"Strong?"
Infernape growled warily and turned around to look at the armrest, but it was empty, with only dust floating slowly in the firelight.
Xiaoyun Frisk noticed its strangeness and turned around and asked:
"Infernape, what's wrong?"
"Liehou..." (Nothing, maybe I saw it wrong.)
Infernape scratched his head, and the flame above his head shook.
Did you see it wrong? Forget it, it might be the shadow cast by the firelight.
Xiaoyun knew the situation, but didn't ask any more questions and continued walking up.
Walking into the room Dawn had just entered, a faint light came from the crack in the door. He walked over lightly and shouted in a low voice:
"Dawn eh~"
"Ah!! Ghost!!"
Dawn in the room was frightened by the sudden sound and almost dropped the diary in his hand to the ground.
She clutched her chest and turned around, seeing Xiaoyun leaning against the door frame with a smile in her eyes.
"Oh, Xiaoyun, what are you doing! Scared me!"
Dawn patted his chest and complained, his face turned red, and his voice even rose higher.
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help but tease you."
Xiaoyun walked in with a smile, his eyes fell on the diary in Dawn's hand, and then he glanced at the scabbard lying quietly in the center of the desk:
"What are you looking at?"
"I found this diary quite interesting. It tells the story of a man and a sword. You're here before I finish reading it."
Dawn handed the diary to him and winked playfully. "Let's read it together?"
A diary again? Do you all like recording life so much?
Xiaoyun raised his eyebrows slightly. He had never been very interested in other people's thoughts, but looking at Dawn's serious look, he was a little curious.
He leaned over, his eyes fell on the page, and then followed Dawn to peek into a life sealed by time.
[The first page of the diary, the edge of the page has turned black]
March 17 rain
I found it in the warehouse of my old house today.
A rusty ancient sword, the gilt pattern on the scabbard was worn down to only shallow marks, but the moment my fingertips touched it, it made a very light buzzing sound.
The old master of the blacksmith shop said that this sword was at least several hundred years old and should have become scrap metal long ago.
But no, it happens to be cooler on rainy days, and on Sunny Day it will be as hot as a heartbeat.
I took it back to my residence, polished it bit by bit with fine sandpaper, and wrapped it with a new sword hilt cloth, Blue-Gray color, just like the one my mother knitted back then.
Well, let's call you "Blue-Gray".
From now on, you will be my sword.
[Page 15 of the diary, holding half a dry leaf]
April 5th sunny
Blue-Gray is "moving" today!
When I was practicing my sword in the yard, it suddenly slipped from the sword stand, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the cherry blossoms falling on the stone table.
The petals were not broken, but were rolled around in a circle.
I held my breath and asked, "Blue-Gray, is that you?"
The blade of the sword swayed in the sunlight, and a glimmer of light seemed to shine through the scabbard, as if it was blinking.
I understand, maybe it's not Illusion.
But it's responding to me.
[Diary page 25]
July 2nd, cloudy
Troops from neighboring countries have arrived.
The officer informed all the young men in the village to join the army. I polished Blue-Gray again, wiped it clean, and wrapped it with three layers of hilt cloth.
This time, it was much heavier than usual, and the hilt was pressed against the palm of my hand, as if something was drilling into it.
It's not pain, it's a cool feeling, like someone is holding my hand.
"I don't know if I can come back this time..."
I touched the old wound on the scabbard. It was the mark from being knocked on the stone steps when I was too hasty in my sword practice when I was young.
It didn't ring, but I knew it heard it.
[Page thirty-two of the diary, the page was scratched by a sharp object]
The following year, September 1st, the breeze
The war is finally over.
Blue-Gray It was very impressive. In the final battle, I held it up to Slash seven shields in a row, and the cold light on the tip of the sword was brighter than ever.
But, I can't protect it anymore.
At that time, an arrow shot through my shoulder. When I fell on the city wall, I heard it make a buzzing sound like crying.
Rust seeped into the scabbard along with my blood, and even the ribbon turned blood red.
It's like shedding tears of blood.
Does iron also bleed?
It would be nice if... if it could actually remember something, but not today.
Remember the mountains, rivers, and the off-key folk songs I sang to it.
Blue-Gray, can we still get home safely?
The diary ends abruptly here, and the pages at the back seem to have been moth-eaten, leaving only broken edges.
Xiaoyun's eyes stopped at the last question.
There is not much written in the diary, but it is spread out in front of people's eyes like a painting.
A young man who likes swords brought back a rusty old sword and practiced swordplay together every day. The old sword would respond to him,
Later, he went to the battlefield with his sword and fought bravely together to kill the enemy.
It's a pity that at the end when I was about to withdraw, I left this unanswered question on the battlefield.