There is no answer to the puzzle.

This mysterious rag that was quietly desolate in the stunning light of nirvana still fell quietly on this somewhat lonely forest ground.

Under the rag, it is empty, without a body or soul.

We are all ghosts floating in the forest, rippling in the darkness.

Ghost elves have never been united elves, but there is no better understanding of the true meaning of death than ghost elves.

What does the ghost world look like?

Rumors are that ghost-type elves will be the guide elves of human souls in the elves world. If a ghost-type elves were cultivated during his lifetime, if they were buried in the soil, the world would never forget them.

Because of the ghost, remember everything.

Ghosts will die too.

But the death of the ghost is far more cruel than other elves.

When they are completely forgotten by this world, they will dissipate in this world.

What is more terrifying than death is that it is forgotten by the world.

One of the reasons why ghost elves like to tease human trainers and other elves is because they want the world to remember them, make people remember that they have been teased by a ghost, and let other elves remember that there is a hateful ghost...

Have a prank on them!

This may be the reason why these ghost elves enjoy it?

This mystery is not forgotten.

Because of this piece of rag and its former companions, I still remember this mystery, even if it is just a little bit of the faint light of longing, it can bring some spiritual power to the mystery...

Even if it is very weak, very weak, even if... it is just a little light.

"just"

The dream demon and fairy wand aims at the mysterious q, a piece of soulless rag that has lost its soul, slowly floated in the air.

Ghost tides, rarely causing confusion.

Any ghost-type elves remained silent when they saw this mysterious rag that had lost their souls.

For ghost elves, facing such a scene, only silence, silence with all the silence can express the true respect for life deep in the heart.

Ghosts also have their own lives.

"Chala"

The dream demon opened his little mouth slightly, with faint melody, sad voice, and a little... a little expectation.

In the quiet sea of ​​forest, countless ghost elves, when they heard this sad voice, their hearts trembled at the same time. The ghost tide was still going on, but the main theme of this ghost tide gradually became sad from the grand event that originally belonged to ghost carnival.

Is this a song of destruction?

No, no.

This is a... Soul Elegy!

What is an elegy?

For the ghost, this is a farewell to the past and the beginning of rebirth.

As long as the rags of the Mystery Q are there, as long as the Mystery Q is not forgotten by this elves world, it can recondens the ghost-type soul and regain a new life!!

"just"

A dark ghost light condensed from the dream demon's magic wand on the rag of the mysterious q.

God said, there must be light.

This light came into being.

This dark light is the hope of ghost-type elves.

But this is still not enough.

The mystery has no soul of its own, no soul light, then it is just a piece of rag after all, just a rag controlled by other forces.

In the camp of ghost tides, the elegy continued to sing.

In the whole forest, the desolate and sad voices spread around, spreading, and the impact... became bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger!

Yang Yu, who was watching the ghost tide center dreaming of the demon, took a deep breath. With such singing, Yang Yu felt a lot of emotion and even felt...

It sounds much better than what I sing!

He is worthy of being the little dream demon, and Yang Yu’s little dream demon!

"Poppy Bu~ Buli!"

Pokebi held his hands in front of the eggshell, and his eyes were full of emotion and expectation. The mysterious rag... it will definitely stand up!

"Oh!"

Daidai wiped his eyes.

This is the first time Daidai has heard the ghost's elegy...

"just!!"

The elegy of the soul gradually... began to rise a little vitality.

The rebirth after death is the rebirth of the ghost.

The former mystery is already a past tense, and the current mystery is... welcoming a brand new world of its own!

This is a hymn of the ghost, a call, a hymn of wanting to call the mysterious q to wake up!

Thousands of ghosts, between this world, use the power of ghosts, the singing of ghosts, and the light of ghosts... Under the ghost tide, this call of vitality is condensed into a belief that the mysterious soul is mysterious!

I'm not a god, but...

I can condense that faint light.

If there is no more soul-free torch in the world, then I will be the only light in this world!

The fluctuations of the ghost tides dispersed farther away like a tide. The ghost elves who rushed to the road but found that the ghost tide had begun, heard the sound of the ghost tides that had come from a symphony of tragedy that then ushered in vitality and turned into a symphony of destiny...

These ghost-type elves all stopped their steps and closed their eyes devoutly towards the tide.

This is the call of the soul, the touch of the soul, the soul...Ode to joy!!

"What the hell happened there!"

"What's the sound? Why can't I help crying after hearing it? Whose funeral is it? Whose elegy is it? How could these ghost-type elves... be like this!!"

The trainers who had found the camp site early all summoned the flying elves at night and looked at the direction of the sound coming from afar. However, there was still endless darkness in the forest. No one knew whether such darkness was its own light or...

Obscured by countless ghostly elves!

Ghost Tide.

Any elite trainer, even a gym-level trainer, dare not approach it deliberately without complete protection.

In such an endless sea of ​​forests, if you anger the ghostly elves, it will be a nightmare disaster.

At night... no one can think of having a good time!

Originally, during the day in the forest, I was destined to go through a group battle of elves. The trainer and elves were exhausted, and then they were frightened by the ghost elves for a night...

Do you want someone to live?

But, what is this ghost tide?

Why do these ghost-type elves sing this sad elegy, and why do they gradually rise and turn into a hymn of ghosts?

I don’t know how many people can’t sleep all night tonight.

However, this is the endless sea of ​​forests, where ghost tides occur. Compared with the sea of ​​forests, it is just a small area, but for trainers who find ghost tides in this area...

Curiosity ticks their hearts like tickling.

But who dares to go?

When I thought about the endless torture of the ghostly elves in the forest, no one dared to move, but only dared to look from afar.

"It's better to go to that direction tomorrow. After the ghost tide, the ghost elves in the forest will become stronger. As long as you don't anger the large-scale ghost elves, those ghost elves that are relatively easy to capture, capture one or two of them is also a good choice!"

"Yes, I think so too. It's too dangerous tonight. It's better to have a good sleep and have plenty of experience to face those possible competitors tomorrow!"

Almost all trainers affected by the coverage have similar ideas in their minds, and even... those elite trainers who are quite close to the ghost tide have the idea of ​​staying in the same place all day tomorrow, waiting for the night to fall to capture the ghost elves that are dispatched at night.

At this moment, Yang Yu, who was almost at the center of the ghost tide, finally understood the little Meng Yao. Oh no, it was the dream demon’s thoughts. He just looked from a distance and looked for a long time before he understood...

The dream demon wants to gather the incredible ghost power through this ghost tide... Let the mysterious deceased Su Sheng!!

"The dark demon of Xiaomeng Demon transformed into a dream demon... has lasted for a long time?" Yang Yu was extremely shocked. Xiaomeng Demon's performance exceeded the successful rule set by Yang Yu at the beginning.

In the training plan that Yang Yu set for Xiao Meng Yao...

Defeating two elite elves is enough.

But this is...
To be continued...