I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

That pale, ghostly figure kept muttering that Gray Guo Rou must die.

Babymaine wasn't Grey Flesh, so the ghost didn't attack him, and therefore he didn't die.

The reason the ghost reacted with stress and transformed into a two-winged bone dragon is probably because, while Babima Inna wasn't Grey Flesh, she was a trusted subordinate of the First Prince, Benjamin. Did she smell like Grey Flesh?

Are you born in the Year of the Dog? You can still smell it.

"Ah." Just then, Da Gao and the others, who were walking ahead with flashlights, seemed to have noticed something.

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Chapter 38 King Kajingu

Along both sides of the passageway, spaced-out supports began to appear, connecting to the isolation strips, resembling the setup of a museum protecting precious cultural relics.

Looking at the text on the safety barrier, it reads: "Blancette Company," "Blancette Company," "Blancette Company"...

Clearly, this company had already included this place in its business operations, but simply hadn't made it public.

“There are words on the wall,” Little Drop said.

Jingyang and the others peered at the stone wall through the protective barriers. The beam of their flashlights illuminated the crisscrossing carvings on the mottled wall.

Men Qi said, "It doesn't look like writing; it looks more like marks left by someone slashing wildly with a sword."

"Since they specifically set up protective barriers, it can't be that simple, right?" Jing Yang said, his eyes focusing as he carefully examined the messy carvings on the stone wall. "Sure enough..."

"Is there any aura in these marks?"

"I've only ever seen similar phenomena on some valuable antiques..."

Da Gao and his fellow amateur hunters were astonished. It was just a few scratches on the wall; they hadn't expected there to be residual Nen energy there.

Some highly skilled artists, even without truly awakening their Nen abilities, can sometimes unconsciously leave their aura in their works. Often, these creations are considered priceless treasures by antique connoisseurs who are not Nen users, possessing a unique charm.

Menqi took a picture of these wall carvings with her phone.

Jingyang said, "Menqi, let's use photos instead of videos."

"Why?" Menqi asked, puzzled.

Jingyang said, "If the video captures Nian, it won't matter to ordinary people, but those who understand 'Condensation' can see Nian Qi in the video."

In the Heavens Arena arc of the manga, Gon, Killua, and the others used "Ning" to see Hisoka's Nen ability in a recording of Hisoka's battle.

"Can't you tell from the photo?" Xiao Di asked curiously.

Jingyang said, "I don't know either... but we have to take some photos to report back, right? Videos aren't convenient, so photos will have to do, otherwise that bald guy might renege on his promise."

"Haha, bald guy?" Menqi chuckled and took a few pictures of the wall. "You're so mean."

The group walked around, looking at things and taking pictures.

Besides the baffling carvings, patterns began to appear on the stone wall, looking like paintings, but too abstract to be sure what they were.

The only thing they have in common is that these carvings and abstract patterns covering the walls all retain some traces of life.

The tomb chamber was not large, with several passageways connecting to each other. Jingyang and the others finally arrived at the much more spacious main tomb chamber. They shone their flashlights on the surrounding walls, focused their energy on their eyes, and gazed intently.

Countless cursive characters, written with vigorous strokes and sharp lines, are densely covered on the four walls.

Jingyang's literacy level in the Hunter World was essentially "stolen." He couldn't be called a cultural master of the Hunter World; he could only barely recognize the characters. He stared at the wild inscriptions on the stone walls for a long time, but could only barely make out a few words and phrases, such as "world," "why," and "hahahahaha," which made him worry about the mental state of the person who wrote this mess of cursive script.

However, like the engravings and patterns seen before, these densely packed, hastily written characters carved on the walls also retain a lingering aura.

"It's unbelievable, who could have left these things behind?"

"A lingering aura from hundreds of years ago?"

"What exactly are these writings? Is it really about that... that ancient king of Kakin?"

Da Gao and the others held up their phones to take pictures, looked at each other, and swallowed hard.

As the flashlight beam swirled, Da Gao and the others suddenly cried out in surprise, "Ah!"

Jing Yang immediately looked over and saw that in the center of the dimly lit main tomb chamber was a small glass room. The walls on all four sides were made of transparent glass. When the flashlight shone through, you could see a lot of miscellaneous items scattered on the floor of the glass room, and in the middle was a white fox! Da Gao and the others exclaimed in surprise because they accidentally caught sight of the white fox.

"What are you calling them?" Jingyang said irritably. "They're just a bunch of toys."

"A toy?" Menqi leaned closer curiously.

Little Di also realized, "The white fox is also a toy."

Suddenly, with a "snap," the lights in the entire tomb chamber came on, making it as bright as day.

"Why aren't the lights on?" On the opposite side of the glass room, a blond, middle-aged man in a suit opened and closed the glass door. It was Arantelle Blanchett, along with Barbie Maina, who had come in with him. The latter was observing the entire tomb chamber with a solemn expression, her eyes clearly focused as she carefully examined the flamboyant characters on the stone walls.

Jingyang saw the light switch installed behind the glass door.

Menchi and Dago asked Arantriel about his identity with a mix of nervousness and confusion. Arantriel then gave the same self-introduction he had given to Barbimaine earlier, before pointing to the illegible cursive script on the surrounding walls and saying, "These are the handwritings of King Kakingu from 400 years ago."

Babymaine remained expressionless, and Arantriel continued, "When we first found this place, we thought it was the tomb of King Zhenwu, but we were wrong. I think that although it was built in the style of a small tomb, he used it as a place for seclusion and meditation. When he encountered problems, or when he couldn't figure things out and wanted to get angry, he would hide in a place like this by himself, write and draw on the walls, and vent his anger. Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye, King Zhenwu has long since become history, and this place has been preserved in this way."

It seems that the concern about the mental state of the person who wrote this was not wrong. Who in their right mind would build a tomb as a self-isolation room for no reason?

What kind of problem did you encounter? How much could you be struggling with to make your child feel this way?

Jingyang asked, "True Martial King?"

Dago explained, "The legendary king printed in textbooks, Vihugo = Grey Guorou, the True Martial King of Kakin hundreds of years ago, is recorded to have almost unified the entire continent of Ezhen..."

Babima Inna remained silent, seemingly preoccupied with admiring the ancient inscriptions left by the True Martial King on the four walls.

Xiao Di listened and watched with great interest. However, Jing Yang doubted how much she would remember after leaving.

“What’s past is past.” Arantriel loosened her tie. “I think you’ve all seen it. The inscriptions and drawings left by King Zhenwu on the stone wall, although most of them are difficult to decipher, still contain some descriptions related to Nen abilities. Therefore, this place cannot be opened to the public.”

He looked at the silent Babimaina and said, “What I can guarantee is that Little White, the hidden danger you are worried about, Nasti = Grey Guorou, the resentment he left behind will no longer bother the Grey Guorou royal family. Of course, the premise is that Grey Guorou also does not bother him.”

As he spoke, a pale, ghostly figure of a boy flashed by in the glass room beside them. The white fox doll among the toys scattered on the floor suddenly came to life, pacing to the edge of the glass room and fiddling with a bouncy ball while watching the crowd outside through its doll-like eyes. Jing Yang guessed that he was actually mainly staring at Babimaine.

"What did you do to him?" Barbima Inna asked warily, looking at the white fox doll inside the glass enclosure.

“We’re just doing what we can,” Arantriel said. “The cycle of life and death isn’t so easy to achieve. The consciousness called Nasti = Grey Flesh is already dead in name only. What remains is just a distorted thought fused with a certain thought beast. In the end, we made this vessel for him to live in, so he won’t travel thousands of miles to make things difficult for Grey Flesh anymore.”

The white fox doll bit the bouncy ball, then let go, and the bouncy ball bounced on the glass floor.

Babymaine remained silent for a long time. The high-ranking members of the group felt somewhat embarrassed. We've heard so much about these royal secrets. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?

"How do we leave?" they asked Arantriel hastily. The latter pointed them in a direction where there was a divine sign similar to the one they had entered, serving as the exit.

Menqi put away her phone. "Let's go about it."

Jingyang said, "I have no objection, but what about Xiaodi?"

"Oh?" Little Drops was still looking at the messy writing all over the wall. "I'll listen to you."

"Then let's go." Jingyang waved his hand.

……

Babymaine reached out and pressed her hand on the word "God" at the exit, and soon her whole body turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared.

Jingyang was about to do the same when he suddenly felt his trouser leg being tugged. He turned around and saw that it was the white fox doll, which was human-like, using one of its front paws to grab his trouser leg.

A wisp of white mist emerged from the white fox doll, and the shape of a pale, ghostly figure could be vaguely seen.

Arantre was a little surprised. "That's rare. It seems Little White has a good impression of you."

“Of course, everyone loves me. Right, Menqi, Xiaodi?” Jingyang wasn’t in a hurry to leave anymore. He turned around and patted the head of the white fox doll, then suddenly asked, “Mr. Arantriel, you kept saying ‘we,’ ‘we,’ the other person who found this tomb with you, was that King Freecss?”

As he spoke, he pulled the hunter's license from his pocket. Men Qi did the same, holding the license between two fingers and shaking it with a smile.

Arantell smiled and said, "That's right. Mr. King is my teacher."

Chapter 39 He Pretended

Is Kim your teacher?

Jingyang did a quick mental calculation. It was January 1995, four years before Gon would take the Hunter Exam at age 12, which meant that Gin was only in his early twenties or even thirties.

And what about the person in front of you?

Judging by his appearance, he must be almost forty.

"What's wrong?" Arantriel looked at Jingyang.

Jingyang said, "There's no problem, it's just that you seem to be older than that Kim Freecss."

Arantell looked surprised, glanced at Jingyang, and asked, "You know Jin?"

Jingyang said truthfully, "I know him, but he doesn't know me."

Arantre nodded.

Menqi felt that she had heard Jingyang's words somewhere before.

“Let’s talk as we walk.” Arantriel turned around. “By the way, since we’re all members of the association, you can just call me Arantriel.”

Little Drop tried to reach out and press the "God" sign for the exit, only to find that Arantriel had gone in another direction.

The white fox doll leaped out, following Arantriel, and circled into a side chamber. Standing upright before a stone wall, it raised its paw and slapped it, causing the wall to tremble slightly and slowly open into a deep passage more than two meters high. Arantriel said, "Only Little White can open this passage."

"Where does it lead?" Little Drop asked curiously.

"Where else could it be?" Jingyang said. "An amusement park, maybe it leads directly to the office."

Men Qi said in surprise, "Your company's head said so categorically before that he didn't know there were any ancient tombs or anything like that here..."

Arantre said, "They really don't know."

Jingyang understood. "The company responsible for the protected area, the amusement park, and the secret tomb is the same company, but not the same department. Is that what you mean?"

Arantriel smiled. "Let's go."

Jingyang, Menqi, and Xiaodi followed him into the passageway. Behind them came the rumbling sound of the stone wall closing. Looking back, a white figure leaped up and followed. It was the so-called Xiaobai, who was living on the doll-like white fox. That... the few remaining thoughts of Nasti = Gray Flesh whose soul and consciousness had dissipated.

Little White swished its tail and strode along on all fours, like a living white fox, following Jingyang beside him. Little Di observed it with great curiosity.

Nasti = Grey Meat... Judging from the name, it is very similar to the current Kakin King Naspi = Grey Meat.