Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 107 044. Back-up
The cool breeze of late summer turned scorching hot as it passed through the blazing flames.

She restlessly lifted the man's shirt.

Large pools of blood spread around him, like pectin about to melt.

The dragon horse quickly ran over.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the man's body was not intact in any way. His left arm had been severed at the elbow, and his right shoulder bore three wounds of varying sizes. A chain, which had not yet been untied, was tightly gripping his shoulder blade, with blood and sweat slowly flowing down the chain, already somewhat viscous, remaining on the verge of dripping.

The hole below the heart was the size of a bowl, and the bleeding couldn't be stopped at all. The severed wrist was partially covered, but you could still see that the inside was scorched red and black from the high temperature.

Longma looked up in disbelief. The man's face was no longer handsome. He was drenched in sweat from the bloody battle. Even the gauze wrapped around his eyes had disappeared. Sweat soaked the hair on his forehead, forming clumps mixed with blood and ash.

Jealousy's sleeping posture is gentle and serene.

"I'm sorry... I'm late," Ryoma murmured.

Fujiwara Chizuru stood there, lost in deep silence.

Ryoma gently grabbed Jealousy's clothes, then couldn't help but throw his head back and howl, "Ah—"

The young man's deep sorrow echoed in the night sky.

"cough."

The man's cough was so faint as to be barely perceptible.

"Jealousy Bro!" The man wasn't dead! Dragon Horse burst into tears of joy.

"Be gentle." The man forced a smile onto his bloodless face. "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

"We won't abandon you," Ryoma said, wiping away his tears. "We'll take you to the hospital right now!"

Fujiwara Chizuru waved her phone: "I've already called a driver."

"Beep——"

At the intersection on the other side of the road, a car headlights shot straight in, and soon the sound of wheels rolling over gravel could be heard.

The van screeched to a halt on one side. The driver was clearly stunned by the horrific scene before him. He rolled down the window, looked around for a moment, and saw Fujiwara Chizuru waving at him.

The driver was an old man over fifty years old, his wrinkled face trembling.

"Sir, I dare not accept this ride!"

Fujiwara Chizuru frowned, then quickly showed her identification: "Don't worry, it's nothing illegal. Uncle Monk, we have injured people here who need to be taken to the hospital for emergency treatment immediately. We need your assistance."

He craned his neck to check the identification before hesitatingly saying, "How about this, I won't take this order. I'll borrow the car from the officer and leave my contact information so I can pick it up later. Is that alright?"

Fujiwara Chizuru was eager to get Jealousy treated, and besides, ordinary citizens shouldn't know too much about such matters, otherwise it might bring danger. So she immediately agreed: "Okay."

Having received permission, the driver quickly stepped aside from the driver's seat and asked, "Officer, can you drive?"

"meeting."

"Do you need help over there?"

"No need, thank you for your trouble. Here's my business card." Fujiwara Chizuru politely handed over the card and asked, "How are you getting back?"

"The temple is nearby, not too far, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take on this job so quickly," the old monk said cheerfully.

Fujiwara Chizuru nodded.

Being a monk in Ward 16 is a highly sought-after job, and it's also a legitimate profession that allows one to work as a driver on the side.

He took the business card, not daring to linger for a moment, put on his straw hat, held his prayer beads, closed his eyes, and trembled as he chanted, leaving along the edge of the wall.

Fujiwara pulled open the car door and stepped forward to help Yu Dong, carefully carrying the seriously injured Jealousy into the car.

"That's great, Jealousy didn't die." Tears welled up in Ryoma's eyes. He felt as if the consciousness within his body had received his thoughts.

Looking at Jealousy, who was slumped on the car seat, the young man felt that it was rare and precious.

Fujiwara Chizuru drove in silence.

"Where are we going?" Jealousy asked, barely catching her breath as she regained consciousness.

"I'll take you to the hospital. You're so badly injured, don't worry about anything else," Fujiwara Chizuru said in a deep voice.

"No, arrogance needs me more. I... I have a way to defeat them..."

Fujiwara Chizuru frowned: "If the operation fails, you can run away, but losing your life is not worth it. Instead of worrying about the arrogant side's operation, you should take care of yourselves."

“No… I have a feeling that the battle will be decided tonight.” He panted, looking sickly. “Please respect a warrior’s decision. I will have a guilty conscience if I cannot protect my beloved.”

Jealousy tries to prove she still has the ability to ease the tension, but Fujiwara Chizuru isn't buying it.

"I don't think arrogance would agree to you getting involved at this time," Fujiwara Chizuru roared, slamming on the gas pedal. The van, whipped into action, groaned and sped up.

The slight push-back feeling and the bumps inside the car tugged at the wounds of jealousy.

"I... am beyond saving. The fight just now has exhausted my strength, and it's only a matter of time before my body collapses," Jealousy said slowly.

"But our self-healing ability is possible—"

A chill ran through the dragon-horse's heart.

Have you ever seen anyone survive with a hole in their body?

A voice trembled, "No way! Aren't White Walkers superhuman? They can definitely heal themselves!"

“White Walkers have very active physiological functions, but not everyone has your level of self-healing. The battle just now has exhausted my strength, and now even stopping the wound is a luxury.” He raised his severed wrist, and only then did Ryoma realize that the entire carriage was soaked in blood.

"How do the White Walkers recover their strength?" You Dong murmured.

Fujiwara Chizuru narrowed her eyes: "Eating people."

The sound of a dragon horse lolling in his throat was stuck there; no wonder he was jealous and refused. The members of the Seven Deadly Sins had long ago stated that they disdained eating human flesh raw.

Even at such a critical juncture of life and death, they still strictly adhered to their own moral principles.

A sense of helplessness and bitterness lingered in You Dong's heart.

"Let's go to the hospital. They have blood packs there," Ryoma said quickly. "Maybe you'll recover after drinking it."

Jealousy did not answer.

His eyes were half-closed, with only a sliver of white showing through the turbulence.

"Jealousy! Jealousy!" Yu Dong shouted in a panic, turning to Fujiwara Chizuru and saying, "Miss Fujiwara, please hurry! There are blood packs at the hospital that can save him!"

"scold--"

The wheel's rotation speed gradually decreased, and eventually it came to a stop on the side of the road with a gurgling sound.

Someone exclaimed urgently, "Ms. Fujiwara!"

Fujiwara Chizuru stopped the car and turned off the engine.

"no need."

The woman spoke calmly, and under the watchful gaze of Dong Longma, she raised her left wrist.

She rolled up her sleeves, pulling them down to her elbows to reveal her smooth arms, which she held up as if supporting the sky. In the light, you could even see the fine blue veins under her skin.

"Need a blood pack?" Fujiwara asked decisively, grabbing the hilt of Jealousy's knife.

“It’s right here.”

A flash of silver light, and a streak of blood appeared on the car.

(End of this chapter)