Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 160, Section 030: Dark Clouds Loom Over the City (Seeking First Subscription)

Jin Ziyue admitted that he could not do anything to the other party in the short term.

The woman's complacency made him increasingly uneasy, and now he only wanted to go back and check on Haruko's condition.

In a flash, Jin Ziyue leaped out of the room, sheathed his light blade, and turned to retreat.

Sui Mei remained motionless, watching him leave; she had achieved her goal.

"He's trying to run!" Qing Yise shouted, noticing Jin Ziyue's movement. The girl swung her whip with all her might, raising it high and throwing it out quickly.

Ignoring the darts behind him, Jin Ziyue slightly increased his stride frequency and moved away from the killing range of the nine-section whip.

He scaled the wall by the street, crouched low, and disappeared into the dark park area. He activated his [Echoing Charcoal] ability, instantly minimizing his presence.

Once most people lose sight of him, they can hardly catch a glimpse of him again.

rustling—danger suddenly appears in the bushes!
It's getting foggy.

A dark shadow emerged from the leaves of the distant forest.

Jin Ziyue steadied himself and found a thick fog mixed with sand and stones wrapping around his feet.

He moved with the agility of a monkey, stepping on the bark with his left foot and grasping the branch with his right. Then, like a wild boar gnawing on a tree, he stomped down with his right foot again, flipping himself into the air, grabbing the swaying branch, and before it could break completely, he flung it in the direction of the sneak attack.

While he was delayed, a huge dark shadow outside the wall blocked the streetlights. Thirteen Yao had arrived, while the smaller girl in the brocade cheongsam, limited by the small slit of her cheongsam, could only maintain her appearance and rushed over around the wall.

Jin Ziyue hurriedly chased after him to the open space, where the iron bars of the swing were still creaking, but the man had vanished without a trace.

However, the opponent's methods had already allowed Jin Ziyue to pinpoint their fate.

[Turning one's hand into clouds].

The Cloud-Turning Hand is still alive.

He switched the black knife handle back to pistol mode, quickly loaded ammunition, and switched to real alloy bullets.

The person hiding in the shadows saw that the other party's gun was already pointed at them from afar, so they could only be nonchalant and leisurely jump down from the branch.

"Your eyes are still so sharp." The newcomer's voice was hoarse, like he had grit in his mouth and chewing gum stuck to it, which was somewhat unpleasant to listen to. His pupils gleamed with an amber light in the darkness, like a hunting owl.

"The Cloud-Turning Hand?" Qing Yise, who arrived from the other side, saw the other's figure and asked tentatively.

"Hey, little girl." He was quite carefree, with a frivolous smile on his face, waving to Qing Yise.

When he emerged from the shadows, a long, bloody welt beneath his head had not yet fully solidified, resembling a scarlet snake coiled around his neck.

"Where did you run off to?" Qing Yise hadn't noticed anything amiss and was about to step forward when Shisanyao blocked her way.

The girl in the cheongsam looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Be careful," Thirteen Yao warned, "He's not the same Cloud-Turning Hand he used to be."

“My old partner is still the most meticulous.” Fan Yunshou smiled wickedly, his neck twisting unnaturally. “I’ve been through the deepest hell, and I haven’t fully adapted to this new body yet.”

"You've become a White Walker?" Qingyi's pretty face instantly froze.

The Fates and the White Walkers are irreconcilable enemies. The two races have been locked in a blood feud for thousands of years, and both sides wish they could kill the other. Therefore, Fates with backbone will not submit to the White Walkers, even if it means committing suicide to destroy their physical bodies, rather than allowing the White Walkers to transform their bodies.

Once a Fate Master becomes a White Walker, they will completely lose all their Fate Mastery skills and the ability to capture Fate Words. The only difference between them and other White Walkers is that they have a head full of theoretical knowledge but no real ability to drive anything.

Unable to seize or even control their own destiny, they become instinctive beasts that devour destiny.

For those who control destiny, being unable to control their destiny words is worse than death.

The fact that the Cloud-Turning Hand became a White Walker is not only a disgrace to the Fate Master, but also a manifestation of the anger of being betrayed.

"Ah, after all, life is more important. The thought of dying and not being able to find women terrifies me." He chuckled.

"You bastard!" Qing Yise still couldn't accept that her travel companion had become her enemy just one day later.

The Cloud-Turning Hand's face was somewhat pale, clearly indicating that his bodily functions had not fully recovered. His pupils, due to the bulging before his death, could not be completely corrected, making him look grotesque. However, he didn't seem to care: "So what if I survived to take revenge and changed my identity? In the end, it was this brat who ruined me!"

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his hand, and a turbid black aura surged forth, launching a sneak attack on Jin Ziyue.

Jin Ziyue dodged the grab with a somersault, and the black smoke dispersed into a ball, which slowly condensed into a human shape in its original position, transforming into a smoke puppet.

External capabilities!

The clouds and mist detach from the body, condense and do not disperse, which is a significant improvement over the previous method of manipulating clouds by hand.

Qing Yise, with his sharp eyes, recognized the move. He had previously admitted that he was still lacking in skill with the Cloud-Turning Hand technique, but he hadn't expected to be able to execute it so easily after becoming a White Walker.

Jin Ziyue had lost all will to fight and was only thinking about Qingzi's safety, which gave the Cloud-Turning Hand the opportunity to keep entangled.

"Hey! Kid, you think you're so good at concealing your presence? You think you're so good at turning into dust? Let's see where you run this time!" Fan Yun Shou shouted aggressively.

Jin Ziyue's high-speed movement was limited by the mist emitted by his Cloud-Turning Hand. The night was already dark, and his vision beyond ten meters was completely blurred. His ability to manipulate the mist had reached a new level, making him like a walking steam engine, his whole body emitting smoke.

Qingyise and Shisanyao did not make any rash moves because visibility was too low, and they took every step very cautiously.

Their fighting sounds gradually faded into the distance, with the faint clanging of metal and the whooshing of air during their combat audible, before finally fading away.

The girl in the cheongsam was typing on her phone while coughing incessantly, the particulate matter in the black smoke making her feel nauseous.

Thirteen stood sullenly beside her and said, "Let's leave here first and report the situation."

"The signal is being blocked." Qing Yise couldn't help but frown.

"Since you're here, why don't you stay?" Fan Yunshou sat on a high branch, one leg dangling in mid-air and swinging slowly.

The girl's face turned ashen as she gripped the nine-section whip tightly: "Traitor! Scoundrel!"

"To be honest, becoming a White Walker isn't so bad. Our impression of White Walkers has always been too old-fashioned; we have no idea how far they've come," said Cloud Hand. "It's laughable that those old fogies dared to lead us to a place like this. This isn't training; it's suicide!"

His expression grew increasingly ferocious: "You're nothing but cannon fodder."

"I don't know if I'll be cannon fodder or not," Qing Yise said in a deep voice. "I only know that humans and ghosts are different. You've become a ghost, so I will act on behalf of Heaven!"

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