Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 122, page 059: The Past
Fu Xun lay on the table, staring at Jin Ziyue with an unfriendly gaze.

"This matter has finally come to an end, so you can tell me now. Although I've seen [All Rivers Flow into the Sea], and I can already guess most of it, it's better if you tell me in person."

Jin Ziyue sat on the other side of the sofa and said:
Where would you like to start listening?

"It started when Qin got into trouble."

Jin Ziyue looked much more disappointed. He opened the pocket watch in his hand and said, "That was in your fourth month of university."

……

"We were both close to graduation and had found jobs, so Qin and I rented an apartment."

"But during her pre-employment physical examination, Qin was diagnosed with leukemia."

"Furthermore, her condition deteriorated rapidly, and due to time constraints, we were unable to perform surgery on her."

Fu Xun remained silent.

Qin hadn't told him that she had leukemia. At that time, they were having a conflict, and if it weren't for this, Fu Xun wouldn't have rushed back.

“I used all my connections, searched for doctors, and even studied medicine myself, but in the end I still couldn’t save her.”

“She passed away a month later. That’s when we notified you to come back.”

Fu Xun snorted coldly: "But when I rushed back, you were gone. Old Yan and Douzi, those two idiots, were left, and they knew nothing when I asked them. I know that if something really important happens, you won't tell them, so I didn't expect them to be of any help."

Jin Ziyue lowered his eyes, recalling those dark and gloomy days.

"With the power of modern medicine, even if leukemia worsens, it's enough to prolong life for a while, but Qin's condition has never slowed down. Even if the one who controls fate is against the natural order and will bring disaster to those around them, it shouldn't be done this way."

“In front of a Fate Master, if one really wants to prolong life, there should be many kinds of Fate Words.” Fu Xun also understood this point. After all, many Fate Words can easily prolong life and improve health, let alone for someone like Jin Ziyue, a guy whose name is widely known among the younger generation.

"Was there anything unusual during that period?" Fu Xun pressed.

"No. It's like a regular case of leukemia, but in the eyes of the Fate Master, this ordinariness is precisely what makes it extraordinary."

The Fate Masters are a group of people who come into contact with the abnormal realm, yet they are helpless in the face of ordinary diseases, which is why Jin Ziyue began to have doubts.

“During those days, I made a living by completing bounty missions, just like always. But after Qin passed away, I learned from her colleagues that she hadn’t been to the company at all during that time; her activities were always around the area where I was on missions.”

Fu Xun narrowed his eyes. Fu Qin knew that they were Fate Chasers and that they usually had missions to hunt otherworldly ghosts, but she rarely asked about it. On the one hand, she was worried that she would be a burden, and on the other hand, she was afraid that they would get hurt. So she could only pretend to be indifferent on the surface.

But she probably wouldn't follow Jin Ziyue for no reason.

Jin Ziyue shrugged before continuing, "So I suspect that Qin came into contact with something during that time."

"As the investigation deepened, I couldn't remember some details anymore, and I realized that some force was covering up the truth. Only the clan's decree, 'All Rivers Flow into the Sea,' could help me find the truth, so I went to great lengths and followed the instructions to get here."

Fu Xun said sarcastically, "Infiltrating heavily guarded locations, stealing the clan's most precious treasure, severely injuring countless elders, and safely crossing the ocean. These horrific feats are just 'a little effort' for you?"

Jin Ziyue did not reply.

“When I caught up with you, there were still a few old men in the hospital getting IV drips, and their casts hadn’t even been removed yet. You’re wanted by the entire clan now. Once they find out where you are, they’ll definitely hunt you down no matter what.”

Jin Ziyue remained expressionless and unmoved.

"As for your family, Qin and I are fine since we don't have any family, but your mother is still lying in a hospital bed."

Fu Xun said sullenly, "If it weren't for their consideration of my uncle's prestige, my aunt probably wouldn't have had a good life these past few years."

“I send money back home every month.” Jin Ziyue stood up, turned and left the bedroom.

Is this considered self-consolation?

Fu Xun didn't discourage him anymore. After the upheaval, he never saw him smile genuinely again. Clearly, this man was once a rebellious boy who hung out with Yan Wuxun and Douzi.

Qin's death changed the course of everyone's lives. For that man, it was like suddenly experiencing the apocalypse, leaving only the dead as survivors.

Jin Ziyue grabbed the doorknob and stood still.

"No matter the cost, I will find out the truth."

"boom."

The door was tightly closed.

Hey.

Fu Xun didn't know when this door would open again.

He also missed Qin, but there was no reason to close the doors and windows.

This is merely a man's self-punishment. Only by locking himself away can he endure the excruciating, heart-wrenching pain alone in a dark room.

Fu Xun rubbed his stomach and called out towards the door, "Is dinner ready yet? I'm starving."

"almost."

Outside, on the cutting board, the sound of a cleaver slicing through the wood could be heard.

Fu Xun's expression softened slightly. At least he could live peacefully, which was something Qin would be happy to see.

Lunch was black pepper beef.

"Hey, why don't you open a restaurant?" Fu Xun gestured at him while holding up chopsticks.

"After we finish eating, we'll set up a stall on the overpass to earn some money to supplement our family income." Jin Ziyue finished cleaning up the dishes.

"Hey, seriously? It's sunny this afternoon, do you really think fortune telling is a lucrative business?!"

"Aren't you just using fortune telling as a pretext to steal destiny predictions?"

"That's just punishing evil and promoting good. When have I ever done anything immoral?" Fu Xun glared at her angrily.

He seemed to remember something and said, "Speaking of which, how's your collection of 'Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea' coming along? You've had quite a haul this time, haven't you?"

"Two, [Hundred Six Yang Nine] and [Arrogant and Unruly]. However, the Yuan in [Hundred Six Yang Nine] has been released. It has completely merged with the movement and taken away some of the energy. Now, the two decrees together, at most, make up two hundred years."

Fu Xun didn't have a good impression of him. Anyway, he got it and even paid two of his own life-destiny words for nothing.

I do have some impression of that girl named Arrogance, since she's pretty.

"It's a pity that woman is blind, otherwise, without her 'arrogance,' she could finally see the light again," Fu Xun sighed.

“No, she’s not blind,” Jin Ziyue said.

"Ok?"

"When she died of jealousy, I told her how to counteract the blinding toxin. With the healing ability of [Sleepiness], she should be better by now."

“Hmm—【Drowsy Sleep】is a life-saving gadget I got from Otaku, and you gave it away without a word.” Fu Xun was quite resentful. “Well, whatever, raising a female assassin like an otaku girl doesn’t seem so bad. That kid got a good deal.”

He seemed to have thought of something and asked:
"Didn't you say before that you would wait until [Hundred Six Yang Nine] had killed nine people before making your move? But judging from its final posture, it probably hasn't gathered nine people yet, right?"

"I don't know. I'm just aiming to maximize my profits, but if it were to absorb another life at that time, things would get out of control," Jin Ziyue replied.

Even without being told, Fu Xun already knew. He just saw the movement and it reminded him of his younger self and Fu Qin.

Fu Xun didn't continue the topic, muttering to himself, "Then that would be more than nine people."

"Perhaps the host's original statement was incorrect; he simply didn't know that someone was still alive."

(End of this chapter)