Chapter 1242: Samsara of Life and Death (2)

“…Alright.”

Baimu exchanged glances with Furong and took the picture book from Gengar, sketching the appearance and demeanor of Long He from the dream.

Rather than describing and asking Hoopa to find someone, it’s certainly more convenient to have it search using a portrait.

He painted swiftly, and both the people and Pokémon watching were very attentive, especially the Banette on the ceiling, who seemed eager to fly down for a closer look.

“It’s almost done.”

Baimu nodded at the portrait of Long He, which barely captured his likeness and spirit.

Smeargle’s sketching memory really helped him a lot; he never knew he had such a talent for drawing before, and by experiencing someone else’s memory, he could learn nearly perfectly.

“Gengaa!”

“It’s really similar! Did Xiaobai get it wrong?”

Gengar and Hoopa were surprised by the resemblance in the portrait, and Furong couldn’t help but compare up and down.

A face with eighty percent similarity looks almost indistinguishable without close examination.

Above.

Banette’s voice came softly, “Could… you give this to me?”

“Hmm?”

Baimu looked up and said, “Once we find him, this won’t be necessary—alright, if you want it.”

He understood that Banette might not have much hope for Hoopa’s Light Wheel, having not seen Long He for decades, reminded by the painting.

He turned to Hoopa and said, “Hoopa, help me find my grandfather, he’s a Meteor Person and a Dragon Tamer.”

No one knew what mechanism Hoopa used to retrieve people, but giving it more clues might be like refining search terms to narrow the range and enhance retrieval accuracy.

“Leave it to Hoopa!”

Hoopa proudly lifted its little head, the circle on the left horn flew out, expanded, and came to the front, “Come out, Grandpa Long He!”

Baimu and the Pokémon looked on in anticipation.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

——The world was silent.

They stared at Hoopa raising both hands, its expression shifting from confident to awkward.

“Hoopa, Hoopa, Try Again!”

It retracted the Light Wheel, switched to the middle circle, and shouted, “Xiaobai’s grandpa! Grandpa Long He, come out!”

Once again, everyone looked on in anticipation.

——Failed again.

Hoopa began to feel a bit embarrassed and angry, turning to Baimu and shouting, “Hoopa! It’s time to get serious! Xiaobai, Unbound Hoopa!”

“Alright.”

Baimu took out the Vase of Punishment given by Balza and fully released the power Hoopa was housed within.

In an instant.

Under the astonished gaze of Banette and Furong, the giant Demon God Hoopa made its entrance.

“Hoopa! Today we must retrieve Grandpa Long He!”

It spoke with a rough voice, growling.

The circle enlarged into a Light Wheel, currents flickered on it, and blue-green light waves echoed.

Demon God Hoopa reached its large hand inside the Light Wheel, as if determined to directly grab Long He out in frustration.

However.

After feeling around for a long time, it uttered a light huh, then put its huge head inside, before retracting with a somewhat fierce face showing a hint of grievance, “Hoopa, Hoopa can’t find Grandpa Long He…”

Failed!

How is that possible!

Unlike the disappointed Banette and Furong, Baimu, who deeply understood Hoopa’s power was Rule Type, was shocked, even Legendary Pokémon can be summoned and forcibly controlled, yet now can’t find one person?

“Hoopa wait a moment.”

He quickly picked up the sketchbook and began sketching again, soon a skeleton emerged, he lifted it and said, “Can you try to summon Long He grandfather like this.”

Furong held his shoulder, “Baimu dear…”

“Marshadow couldn’t resurrect Grandpa Long He, deceiving Banette, it’s not impossible.” he said seriously.

Demon God Hoopa glanced at the skeleton, nodded, “Hoopa will try again!”

It used another Light Wheel, reached inside and fussed for a long while yet still gained nothing, Demon God Hoopa’s fierce face seemed ready to cry.

It felt as though Long He had completely vanished from this world, not leaving even a trace.

The intervals were unusually quiet.

“Gengaa.”

Gengar flew up to quietly comfort Hoopa.

Banette closed its eyes wearily, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, it felt like chasing people away but seeing Baimu’s sketchbook, refrained from speaking.

“Directly finding someone doesn’t work, we can only seek Marshadow.” Furong looked at Baimu, who was absorbed in thought, suggestively saying.

“Mm.”

His thoughts returned from a fleeting strange notion, looking at the frustrated Demon God Hoopa, “Hoopa don’t be discouraged, you’ve done great, could you help us summon Marshadow? Remember, it’s the Marshadow familiar with Banette, don’t summon other Marshadows.”

“Alright!”

Demon God Hoopa nodded, it always believed its Light Wheel was omnipotent, today unable to find one real person.

Why?

Feeling troubled, it opened the Light Wheel according to Baimu’s album.

Marshadow… Marshadow…

“Come out, Marshadow!”

Luckily it went smoothly this time.

Pitch-black light erupted from within the Light Wheel, thick black smoke rolled out, merely thigh-high Marshadow was spat out by the Light Wheel, gazing around blankly.

Evidently, Hoopa’s forced summoning was beyond its expectations.

“March——”

It uttered a sharp sound, wanting to instantly rush back into the Light Wheel, yet Naihe Demon God Hoopa shut it down, causing it to lunge into emptiness.

Marshadow didn’t hesitate, after missing the leap, simply dove into the shadow behind Baimu.

Gengar beside Hoopa grew furious on witnessing this, the Trainer’s shadow was its domain! Did Mythical Pokémon just break in so casually?

It followed and dashed into the shadow, only to be kicked out the next second, ending up sitting on its rear.