I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

The next second, Mu Se suddenly knelt down in front of Jing Yang with a thud!

"Such impressive manipulation skills..." Muther thought to himself, his gaze sweeping over the boy's neck. The spot where the bullet had pierced through had already healed—just like the wound on the side of the skull of the nearby Grimm Tiger! Apart from the bloodstains that remained after being wiped away, there wasn't even a trace of a scar, as if he had never fired a shot at him.

"Snapped!"

Jing Yang slapped Mu Se hard across the cheek, interrupting Mu Se's thoughts.

Heh, so weak, he really is just a five-year-old brat... Mu Se wasn't affected much, and even thought... His expression gradually changed, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Jingyang gathered a little bit of his energy into his small, tender palm, and then slapped him again with his backhand.

"Snapped!!!"

Muther was stunned by the unexpectedly heavy slap. His other cheek instantly swelled and turned red, with beads of blood seeping from his skin, and blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth and gums.

"Seriously, is this ever going to end? I just inexplicably time-traveled, and all I get is being chased by wolves, scared by tigers, and then I almost got shot by this guy who popped up out of nowhere! Isn't this just too much for me?" Jing Yang shook his stinging hand and complained in Mandarin, "Is there no justice? Is there no law? I'm still a kid! I'm just trying to live, what did I do wrong?"

The more Jingyang talked, the angrier he got, and he kicked Jingyang a few more times.

He rudely reached out and ripped open Mousser's black suit, rummaging around and pulling out a pile of odds and ends: a pistol, a wallet, a cell phone...

With no bullets left in his pistol and no idea how to use it, Jingyang casually tossed it aside.

He opened the wallet and looked inside. There were quite a few banknotes and coins, as well as business cards with different identities. The photos were of Mu Se, but the names were all different... Jing Yang couldn't help but look up at Mu Se, whose mouth was full of blood from the slap he had given him, and teased, "I didn't realize you had so many disguises with those thick eyebrows and big eyes."

Unable to understand Jing Yang's language, Mu Se remained silent and continued to kneel before him involuntarily.

Finally, Jingyang took a card out of the inside pocket of Mu Se's suit.

Just by touching it, I had a gut feeling that it was a good product.

Taking a peek by the moonlight, Jingyang flicked the card with his finger and exclaimed happily, "Oh ho, a hunter's license? I didn't expect such an unexpected bonus. Alright, I'll gladly accept your filial piety. I'm in a good mood, so I'll give you a few more slaps! Haha."

*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* ...

Jingyang raised his tender hand and slapped him repeatedly until his own hand hurt terribly. Still not satisfied, he kicked the guy in front of him twice.

It's so frustrating. I haven't done anything to anyone, yet one deadly danger after another keeps coming my way. If Jingyang doesn't learn a set of military boxing techniques from this guy, he's really missing out.

After venting his anger, he gave the man in the black suit in front of him a good beating—but didn't actually inflict any serious injuries. Firstly, Jing Yang's arms and legs were indeed small and weak, so his lethality was limited; secondly, if Jing Yang seriously injured him, the "star" on the man's left temple would be triggered and begin to heal itself, which would be tantamount to actively leaking information to the enemy, something Jing Yang was unwilling to do.

Jingyang plopped down on the floor. "I'm exhausted, Tiger, it's your turn."

He waved his hand, then seemed to no longer care about Muther's life or death, and began to play with his most prized possession, the hunter's license.

"Roar……"

Upon hearing this, the Miserable Moon Tiger stepped forward, one eye covered with congealed blood scabs, staining half its face. Combined with the stripes on its body, which are considered one of the seven beauties in the world, it appeared ferocious and terrifying, yet also exuded a tragic beauty.

Musser couldn't help but swallow.

He wasn't afraid of death, but dying without achieving anything would be meaningless, especially dying before he could complete his final task for the prince...

The gaping maw of the Moon Tiger opened wide, looming over the head of Mu Se, who was kneeling on the ground with no way to dodge or avoid it.

"You're not the one who owns this hunter's license, are you?"

Behind the Moon Tiger, the boy's question this time was surprisingly in a universal language that Muse could understand!

Cold sweat beaded on Musser's forehead. He glanced at the menacing, gaping maw of the tiger, hesitated for a moment, then gave a hint of willingness to cooperate, asking, "How did you know?"

Jingyang grabbed the phone next to him and smashed it hard against Mu Se's face.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you, not the other way around.” Jing Yang coldly stared at Mu Se. Perhaps because language and literacy had become Mu Se’s instincts, after “Jing Lang” successfully activated the ‘Star Mark’ to control Mu Se, Jing Yang naturally mastered the basic writing and language of this Hunter world. In short, communication was no longer a problem.

Earlier, after the gunshot rang out in the distance in the night, a familiar, eerie aura had entered his heart... Jing Yang had already drawn a preliminary conclusion from experience: whenever a living being died near him, an eerie aura would enter his heart. This eerie aura, which was neither cold nor hot, was the culprit that caused his heart pain.

In other words, this guy came knocking on my door after he had shot someone.

Either the person in front of him was a licensed hunter, or the one he killed was. Jing Yang guessed the latter, and that was it. However, he had no interest in answering his enemy's questions.

At this moment, the Moon Tiger had already strolled a few steps and retrieved the phone that had been smashed away.

Jingyang sighed helplessly, "Are you a feline or a canine?"

Suddenly, an idea struck him. Although he didn't know if the Hunter World had any GPS satellites, it was better to be safe than sorry. He took the phone, removed the back cover, and took out the battery, SIM card, memory card, and everything else he could. Finally, he threw them out of the cabin window, where they fell into the dark sea.

“The license is mine, you can take it.” Muther knelt and asked, “Who exactly are you? Where is that woman’s son?”

"What are you saying? You think I won't take what isn't yours?" Jing Yang asked expressionlessly. "Who is that woman, and who is her son?"

“That son is you.” Mu Se said this at great risk, but he didn’t see anything unusual on Jing Yang’s face.

Did I guess wrong? Mu Se remained calm and continued to look at Jing Yang's clothes: the waistband of the pants was loose and had to be tied with a rope to keep them from falling down, the pant legs were rolled up quite a bit, and the short-sleeved shirt on the upper body was also the wrong size, almost like a long-sleeved shirt... This was obviously a set of clothes that had been temporarily altered.

Muser slowly said, "I guess that woman, on her deathbed, was filled with worry and resentment about the fate of her infant son being murdered... So, after her death, her corpse gave birth to a strange thought that parasitized you, causing you to grow at an accelerated pace and become what you are now..."

Chapter 6 Wu Er

Jingyang remained noncommittal about the unverifiable claims made by Muse.

We have too little information.

He didn't know whether the woman who was suspected to be his current body's birth mother was a Nen user in her previous life; nor could he say he knew everything about the person in front of him.

Most importantly, Jingyang's "star" either controls the other person's body through his own consciousness or controls or commands the other person from an observer's perspective. The common point is that he can only control the other person's body, but cannot control the other person's thoughts.

In short, Jingyang can make the other party say what Jingyang wants to say, but he cannot make the other party say information that Jingyang himself does not know and that only exists in the other party's mind.

Jingyang was self-aware.

With my current skill level, interrogating such a well-trained desperado is far too difficult. One wrong move, and instead of getting any information from them, I might reveal everything about myself…

Thinking about the spoils already acquired—a pile of cash and a hunter's license—is already enough to make one feel satisfied.

Okay, let's stop here.

Thinking of this, Jingyang chuckled, "You have quite the imagination! That baby boy cried nonstop the whole way, so I tied him up with a rock and threw him into the sea. When your accomplices come tomorrow, you can call them to go down and retrieve him."

“Aren’t all my companions dead?” Mu Se didn’t give Jing Yang a chance to extract information. The next second, his body went from kneeling to standing up uncontrollably, and he followed Jing Yang involuntarily.

Jing Yang didn't really expect to extract information from him. Besides, even if Mu Se answered, Jing Yang had no way of confirming the truth. On the contrary, no matter what Mu Se answered or didn't answer, Jing Yang would assume that Mu Se would have accomplices at the scene of the incident...

He put his hands in his pockets and led the way, quickly bringing Muther to a windowless room inside the ship's cabin.

"Go in."

Jingyang said, "You are not allowed to come out without my order."

As Muther obediently stepped into the small room, he was once again amazed by the kid's bizarre Nen manipulation abilities.

From his personal experience, this kid can either completely strip away his consciousness and exert complete control, or retain his consciousness and exert command-based control... Such a convenient and free manipulation ability is simply too perfect.

"Such perfect manipulation abilities..." Muser sat cross-legged in the room, expressionless, watching the door slowly close. "There must be some kind of constraint!"

With a bang, Jingyang closed the door, and the cabin fell silent once more, save for the sound of waves crashing outside.

……

"I can move now?" Inside the room, Muther immediately realized this fact. He muttered to himself, then quickly realized, "He has three methods of operation! Complete control that strips me of my consciousness, command control that retains my consciousness, and remote control that retains my consciousness. Before closing the door, he was actually using the last one!"

It's even more perfect now...

"But unfortunately, I'm also a manipulation type. When you touched me before, it was equivalent to me touching you. At that moment, we both met the conditions to activate our abilities!" Muser raised his hand, his palm raised through the door. "As a child, you're already quite excellent. But you should kill my... Back Window Bird immediately!"

……

How do I kill this guy?

After leaving the room where Mu Se was temporarily imprisoned, Jing Yang frowned and pondered this problem the whole way.

The other person has his own "star mark," which means they have already gained the passive ability of self-healing. Jing Yang himself had previously benefited from the passive effect of this ability; even after being shot in the neck, he recovered quickly—although he became more exhausted. But one can imagine how considerable and amazing the "healing power" of his own "star mark" is.

"Is there something wrong with me because my Nen ability is so powerful that I can't effectively kill the enemy?"

As they walked, they encountered a large tiger approaching. That guy seemed to have called out the tiger's name before—was it called the Miserable Moon Tiger? What a terrible name… Jing Yang reached out and slowly peeled away the thick scab covering the Miserable Moon Tiger's injured eyes, like peeling away a membrane. The Miserable Moon Tiger blinked its now-healed eyes and affectionately nuzzled Jing Yang's hand.

“The Miserable Moon Tiger must be your species name, right?” Jing Yang chuckled, patting the tiger’s head. “It doesn’t sound good, so I’ll give you a name—let’s call you ‘Wu Er’! Haha.”

Wu Er naturally didn't know the meaning of the name, but it was clear that it was quite happy, and it rubbed against Jing Yang's face even more affectionately.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Where did your initial aloofness go?" Jingyang scolded. "Get your act together."

Wu Er blinked innocently.

Jingyang reached out and touched the underside of Wu Er's white belly. If you peeled back the fur in a certain area, you could see... a rose-gold pentagram.

Hidden rule for the "Starred" marker: The marker will be automatically removed whenever Jingyang's hand touches it.

Wu Er took a step back, dodging Jing Yang's hand.

Jing Yang took a step forward, and Wu Er retreated again.

"Is being manipulated addictive?" Jing Yang chased after him, and Wu Er ran away, as if they were playing a game.

Finally, Jing Yang remembered the important matter. He strolled away from the corridor with Tiger and Wu Er and returned to the cabin living room at the original entrance. There, he shook "Jing Lang," who had been hiding in the shadows, over.

Jingyang restored the wolf's consciousness, then pointed in the direction of the passageway they had come from and commanded, "You stay here. If that guy leaves the room without permission, bite him to death."

The wolf growled and nodded, then nimbly darted back, choosing a spot opposite the door to squat down, its wolf eyes fixed on the tightly closed door.

Jingyang touched the back of his neck, where he saw the star mark he had given himself under the collar of his short-sleeved shirt.

"I wonder where the limit of this thing's self-healing ability is..." he muttered to himself, turning to walk towards the cabin door entrance. "Can it recover from a severed head? What about a blown heart? How severe does the injury have to be before it becomes incurable? Hmm... maybe I should test it on that thing in the room tomorrow?"

He squeezed one of his spoils: the hunter's license. He'd killed a murderer; this should absolve him of responsibility, right? He remembered the hunter's license had quite a few privileges!

"Click".

Jingyang stepped on something, looked down, and saw that it was a tree branch.

Picking up the branch, Jingyang sat down directly inside the doorway. This would make it easier to retreat in case of any trouble. Wu Er yawned humanely, flicked its tail, and lay down on its side behind Jingyang.

Jingyang lay comfortably on the big tiger's warm body.

He examined the branch closely, plucked a leaf from it, and held it in his hand, playing with it...

This branch is from the leaf I picked up for the water shrine, and it grew from that leaf.

A single leaf has grown into a branch. What will it do next? It's unimaginable. Will it take root in the same spot and grow into a towering tree?

It's not just unscientific, it's downright unscientific!

Jingyang's eyes were somewhat melancholy, and his thoughts unconsciously drifted back to the time before Mu Se appeared, when he woke up from his brief coma...