"Human, human! I've finished translating it! Hurry over and take a look! I, Zhu Jiuqi, can finally leave this unbearably boring place and go to the human world to eat my fill!"
On the morning of the third day, just as Zhang Chen stood behind the courtyard examining the black pyramid, Zhu Jiuqi finally finished translating all the ancient books left behind by his great-grandfather into Chinese characters.
"It practically wrote me to death. Hurry up and read it. I'm going to make breakfast. You'd better read every word carefully and complete the task my great-grandfather gave me."
Zhang Chen sat on the steps by the entrance and opened the notebook Zhu Jiuqi had used for his translations. It was densely packed with records of many things.
"So the pigs that guarded this place generation after generation were merely guides, waiting for someone to climb up from beneath that hundred-thousand-meter stone pillar and receive the baptism of a 'ghost'?" On the first page, Zhang Chen saw records concerning the descendants of the so-called Chaos Clan, making the true master of this place seem all the more mysterious.
However, when Zhang Chen turned to the second page, its contents immediately drew him in deeply.
Zhu Jiuqi's translation was exceptionally thorough. He had even painstakingly copied all the accompanying illustrations stroke by stroke. Zhang Chen had no idea how this pig had managed it with his two-fingered forehooves.
The second page gave a detailed account of "ghosts"—their definition, understanding, and practical research—all of it originating from this mysterious person.
Zhang Chen read with great interest. The document recorded the origins of all this.
But when Zhang Chen reached the final page, he was completely stunned. The last page of the ancient book recorded something that utterly overturned his worldview.
"Zhang Chen, I