Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 258, page 49: He tied up his long hair and put on a Western-style dress (Part 1)

"I don't have much access to Mandarin, and there are secrets hidden in these Mandarin words."

San Shui stared intently at Fu Xun, pondering as she said, "The only Chinese I can access is your names and your names. But what is relevant to me is only your names."

Fu Xun raised an eyebrow and said, "You're overthinking it, Miss Sanshui. Not understanding Mandarin doesn't affect our communication, does it? I'm just saying that you don't understand Mandarin and missed some of the details from Lao Jin."

Sanshui looked at him suspiciously. Fu Xun didn't reveal anything, so she lowered her head and didn't say anything more.

The girl's expression clearly concealed something on her mind. She didn't say anything, but in fact, she seemed to understand.

Just as that eerie smiling mask taught her to improve her "Innate Soul" ability, it also seemed to implant knowledge related to the Chinese language. Given the opportunity, she could find secrets that she had overlooked due to language limitations.

Click-click——

Not far away, rustling sounds came from the jungle.

San Shui Lin Xin and Fu Xun both looked in the direction of the sound.

A large, bloodied hand braced itself against a branch, and the heavily injured man slowly sat down, leaning against the tree.

Under Fu Xun's wary gaze, a strange-looking man slowly appeared. He wore light makeup, his long hair was tied into two small braids with red ribbons, and his stubble, sharp features, and most notably, his imposing physique all highlighted incongruous masculine characteristics.

His appearance was so striking that the bloody hole in his chest was immediately overlooked.

The Fate Chaser, the Unparalleled Lolita – Feng Qingqing.

Fu Xun's face darkened, and he stood in front of San Shui Lin Xin: "Still haunting us?"

He had no liking for these spineless cowards.

Feng Qingqing sat on the ground, panting with his eyes half-open. The sharp pain in his chest, as if his bones were being torn apart, had caused him to lose too much blood, making him look extremely pale. His face was covered in dirty mud and sweat.

"He's clearly a grown man, yet he dresses like neither a man nor a woman." Fu Xun found it an eyesore.

Those who control destiny are often lacking in three aspects and have five flaws. Some of them develop psychological distortions from a young age, so even this kind of androgynous or androgynous attire is understandable.

After all, the Fate Masters were a clan cursed by the heavens.

Feng Qingqing, panting, barely managed to lift her eyelids to look at him, and said, unusually, "I... am a girl."

The rough vocal cords mixed with soft lines gave Fu Xun goosebumps.

Fu Xun guessed that he had become psychologically twisted in his youth and completely regarded himself as a girl. He suppressed his discomfort and threatened, "Whether you're a man or a woman, if you don't want to die, then try something funny."

"I...don't want to die, Qingqing is very good," the man said in a muffled voice.

Fu Xun turned his head away, and Sanshui saw his expression, which was even more unpleasant than if he had been caught off guard and swallowed garlic.

The girl curiously observed the burly man sitting opposite her, meditating. Ever since the awakening of her [Soul Natural] ability, she had noticed that there was always a ball of light surrounding Feng Qingqing.

San Shui reached out her hand and softly beckoned to the ball of soft light.

Fu Xun was blocking her way, so he didn't notice her little movements.

The ball of light was surprisingly imbued with spirituality, and it slowly and leisurely bounced toward Sanshui's palm.

This is a fragment of a soul.

"Hello, sister." A soft, sweet girl's voice came from the ball of light.

"Hello, who are you?"

"My name is Feng Qingqing." The fuzzy ball of light rested in Sanshui's palm.

"You are Feng Qingqing, then who is he—?" Sanshui Linxin looked at the man leaning against the tree trunk in surprise. The other party obviously could not see the soul body either, and was focused on recuperating, unable to care about anything else.

The light sphere spoke again: "He is my older brother, Feng Shenglei."

Sanshui found it strange; Feng Qingqing should be a girl's name.

"Then why does he—call himself 'Feng Qingqing'?"

“He is living on in my place,” the ball of light said, its voice like that of a seven or eight-year-old girl, pausing between each word.

Sanshui was surprised by the light's response.

"why?"

Originally disoriented by her own experiences, perhaps as an escape from the present moment, she chose to learn about Feng Qingqing's story.

The moment her thought arose, the fluctuations of the [Soul Naturally Perfected] destiny phrase suddenly became active. The blue wavelengths, sometimes long and sometimes short, symbolized the release of the destiny phrase's power. In an instant, everything before Sanshui's eyes became crystal clear.

Swah——

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized that she had never experienced the scene before her; it was a grand mansion in District 9.

The courtyard is planted with potted plants, and the building is old, the kind of old house with four side rooms.

A little boy is holding a little girl's hand as they sunbathe in the yard.

Sanshui realized that none of them could see her. The current scene was just like when she witnessed Jin Ziyue's actions in her dream. Everything was a memory of the past; she was merely an observer.

The little boy has sharp hearing and eyesight, and is very pleasing to the eye.

Occasionally, when his mother was doing laundry in the backyard, she would remind him, "Sheng Lei, watch over your little sister," and the little boy would respond with an "Eh."

The girl named Qingqing had long eyelashes and looked as delicate as a porcelain doll. Her eyes seemed to have been opened up, and she was born with a delicate face. Even when she was two or three years old, she had the potential to be an unparalleled beauty.

It's clear that the six or seven-year-old boy dotes on his younger sister, holding her hand tightly.

Unfortunately, the younger sister was too young and naive. She waved her hand slightly and stared blankly at her brother, unable to respond.

……

The scene changes.

hospital.

Sanshui looked at the couple, holding the diagnosis report, and nervously asked the doctor, "What are the symptoms of this 'Kabuki Face Syndrome' you mentioned?"

"This is a genetic disease... Does your child's eyes look like those of a Kabuki actor from District 16 with makeup? They look beautiful, but they have skeletal development disorders, congenital internal organ malformations, and you'll probably have to have your child tested for intelligence, because this genetic disease... affects intelligence."

The woman was struck dumb, covering her face and daring not to cry out.

……

When she reappeared on screen, several years later, Feng Qingqing had two small braids and red cherry ornaments that made her look cute and charming. If it weren't for the child's silly smile that ruined the beautiful scene, it would have been such a happy moment.

The woman hid behind the door, watching the girl in the courtyard who had some difficulty even clapping, and secretly wiped away her tears.

"Mom." Young Feng Shenglei gently handed his mother a tissue. "Don't cry."

The woman stroked Feng Shenglei's head, gazed at him, and said, "Shenglei, it's your father and mother's fault. Being born into a family of destiny controllers, your father and mother are sorry. That's why Qingqing is now..."

The woman choked up.

"Promise Mom you'll treat your sister well from now on, okay? No matter what happens to her in the future, you're her brother, you have to protect her." The woman's voice was tinged with sadness.

"Okay." The bewildered boy nodded gently.

(End of this chapter)