Pokémon have arrived, and they're really not called magical beasts.

A haunted villa in the wilderness, surrounded by graves—this place was stacked with eerie buffs. If they *didn't* encounter a Ghost-type Pokémon here, he'd eat his hat. 

If it were mischievous Ghost-types like Gastly or Haunter, that'd be manageable. But if they ran into something like Cofagrigus, Dusclops, or Spiritomb… well, they'd need someone to collect their bodies. 

Wait, scratch that—those Pokémon didn't leave bodies. Victims just… vanished. 

Su Feng's head throbbed. After days of carefully rehabilitating Pokémon's image, these reckless streamers were about to ruin everything. Though he didn't care about their lives, he had to speak up for Pokémon's sake. 

"I don't know who these streamers are, but please warn them: don't go to creepy places like that. Ghost-type Pokémon aren't like others. Some can *kill* you." 

[Streamer, they're from DouMao. They do dangerous stunts for views. Everyone treats them as clowns.] 

[They've invested heavily in gear this time. They're chasing your clout.] 

[Streamer, check their stream. They're trash-talking you hard.] 

"Trash-talking *me*?" 

Su Feng frowned. They had no beef with him. Still, he clicked into their stream, bracing for the cringe. 

A vulgar voice blared from his phone: 

"That Su Feng guy? He's just a clown!" 

"Why do you believe his crap about 'Pokémon'? I'll prove these beasts are dangerous!" 

On screen, a fat man ranted while a skinny guy drove. With the cameraman, their crew totaled three. 

Noticing a surge in viewers, the cameraman whispered excitedly, "Brother Sun! He's here!" 

The fat man—Brother Sun—grinned, his meaty face stretching unnervingly. "Keep laughing, you ugly—" 

"Stop smiling. You look terrible," Su Feng commented via chat, his verified account flashing onscreen. 

The cameraman pointed it out. Brother Sun shoved his bald head into the camera. "Who you callin' ugly, punk? Never seen a handsome bald king before?" 

The skinny guy timidly added, "Brother Sun… he's kinda right about the looks." 

"Whose side are you on?!" Brother Sun punched his arm lightly. 

Su Feng facepalmed. These clowns were peak cringe, but their antics raked in cash—virtual gifts flooded their stream. 

[More antics, I'm here for it!] 

[Guys, stick to memes. Don't mess with Pokémon. You'll regret it.] 

[Diss my boy Su Feng? Prepare to get ratioed!] 

Noticing a rare sane comment, Su Feng tried again. "Ghost-types *are* dangerous. Turn back before it's too late." 

The cameraman showed Brother Sun the message. 

"Trying to scare me? Now I *definitely* wanna go!" Brother Sun sneered. 

Su Feng: "…" 

*Fine. Enjoy your Darwin Award.* 

"We're here!" the skinny guy announced, parking at a fog-choked villa. Daylight barely pierced the thick mist, visibility under five meters. 

"Folks, we've arrived! The 'Pokémon' are inside!" Brother Sun ignored the ominous vibe, but his crew trembled. 

[This place looks haunted AF!] 

[I came for laughs, not a horror show!] 

[Need funeral paper pre-orders? I'll burn some for your headstone!] 

"Screw your headstone!" Brother Sun barked, masking his fear. "You two! Go inside, snap a pic, and we're out!" 

The skinny guy and cameraman exchanged glances. *Quick in and out.* 

They rushed through the half-open door. Inside, the air thickened. Unseen eyes flickered in the dark. 

The lobby stretched endlessly, pitch-black despite daytime. 

"Hurry up!" the skinny guy urged. 

"Working on it!" The cameraman snapped a shaky photo and spun to leave—only to find the door shut. 

"Did you lock it?!" 

"No! I left it open!" 

Trembling, the cameraman checked the photo. A woman in white stood in the center of the lobby, her back to them. 

Both froze, terror clogging their throats. 

"Brother Zhang… I pissed myself." 

"Lucky you. I'm all out of piss."