Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 270, Section 61: Epilogue (Part 3)

As they entered the Wuhuating residential area and arrived at Sanshui's door, Jin Ziyue's hand hovered an inch in front of the door.

He stared at the door, motionless, as if waiting for a moment for a female hooligan to suddenly open the door, beckon him with her finger, and say, "Handsome, come and have some fun."

After a moment of silence, he composed himself and knocked.

"Click." The door opened.

San Shui Lin Xin's eyes were clear and cold as she bowed slightly: "You've arrived."

The girl's face was still beautiful; today she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, revealing her fair arms.

Fu Xun couldn't help but sigh that even the same person, with different souls, would produce completely different temperaments.

"Please come in." Sanshui stepped aside to make way for them and went inside to prepare indoor shoes for them.

The meticulous manners made Fu Xun feel somewhat uncomfortable. He couldn't help but miss the cunning old driver who loved to make suggestive remarks and could utter dirty jokes at the drop of a hat.

Does my older sister really know how to drive?

Jin Ziyue nodded and said, "Sorry to bother you."

The interior still retains the scene after the "Cuckoo's Cry of Blood" riot. The messy furniture has been tidied up, the broken glass on the balcony window has not been replaced in time, the whole house is covered with light yellow patches, and there are mottled bloodstains that cannot be wiped away.

He cut to the chase, saying directly, "Miss Sanshui, could you please describe in detail the process of you and...her exchanging souls?"

When the girl was mentioned, Jin Ziyue realized that he couldn't even remember her name.

A name is a precious and special thing. Only with a name can one be remembered. A name is not only a symbol, but also proof. Nameless people will soon be erased by the passage of time.

"At a family dinner two years ago, the spirit possessed my father and learned our family secret, which led to the massacre of our entire family."

"As you know, I had already passed away at that time. It was the adult who appeared in time to save me. She said that her soul was only a fragment and could not be completely housed in my body. Only by creating a new soul could it fit into my body. In contrast, she, having exhausted her strength, could only reside in the destiny, waiting for the opportunity to awaken. She also gave me the power to protect myself and preserved my soul in the form of a guardian spirit."

The girl narrated calmly, her eyes devoid of emotion.

"The adults told me that when she wakes up, it will be the moment I regain my freedom. They also instructed me not to interfere with her choices, because everything was already preordained."

Fu Xun and Jin Ziyue exchanged a glance.

Sis... is she that strong? He was just a recent college graduate, and this sudden change made him a little uneasy.

What exactly did she go through during those days...?

Fu Xun clenched his fist slightly.

"So, when you came to our door a while ago, I followed you afterwards to confirm whether you were the people the adults had instructed."

Jin Ziyue recalled the aura he sensed in the vending machine during his first visit.

It turns out to be Sanshui's action to protect its master.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thank you for informing me. So, what are your plans next, Miss Sanshui?"

"Live well." Her reply was indifferent, carrying a sense of utter desolation.

Jin Ziyue nodded and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer."

He knew he would cause countless disputes and conflicts, and it was really unreasonable to drag an innocent girl into the storm.

Today, when Jin Ziyue visited Sanshui, he couldn't quite explain his mindset, but staring at that face, it was as if that sly smile was still vivid in his mind's eye.

Fu Xun knew that it was compensation.

"Wait a minute." Sanshui stood up and said, "There's something here that I think I should give to you."

Just as Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun reached the entrance hall, Sanshui handed them a small notebook from the drawer.

She stared at the notebook and said, "It contains the handwriting of an adult. Keeping it here will only let it gather dust. Perhaps its best home is in your hands."

Jin Ziyue took the manual and thanked him.

"Then I won't bother Miss Sanshui any longer."

Sanshui stood by the entrance hall, bowed, and said, "May your martial arts prosper."

"Is this a diary?" Fu Xun couldn't wait to come closer in the hallway.

"I don't know." Jin Ziyue showed no intention of opening the package.

"Tuk-tuk."

The noise of the van on the roadside was helping the old monk make his presence known.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Fu Xun squinted. "You're not thinking of making a second job, are you?"

Abbot Longyi looked at him with a wronged expression, saying, "How can serving the public be considered as making up for lost orders?"

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master." Jin Ziyue had already opened the car door and gotten in.

"Of course, of course." Abbot Longyi smiled broadly.

"What instructions does the master have?" Jin Ziyue asked.

"Ha, young friend Jin, you flatter me. I was just waiting here for the next destined person, who knew it would be you again, hahahaha."

Fu Xun glanced at the floor. This monk must be worried about Sanshui and is keeping watch here.

The journey was silent; it was lunchtime, and cars were weaving along the highway.

“Young friend, the road is congested and the ride is bumpy, so please don’t be surprised.” Abbot Longyi waited at a red light, glanced at the map navigation, and said, “But at least we’ve gone halfway and are almost at our destination.”

Fu Xun always felt that the old man's words had a hidden meaning.

"Is this your apartment? It looks quite clean." Abbot Longyi chuckled. "Come visit often when you have time."

He acted like a host personally welcoming guests home from afar: "Next time you need to see the old man, just leave your information on the order, and I'll make sure to come."

Jin Ziyue nodded.

Ten minutes later, he and Fu Xun sat cross-legged in the room.

Of course, in order not to disturb his mother-in-law, Fu Xun climbed over the wall from the second floor.

After silently browsing through all the pages, Jin Ziyue remained silent as always.

Fu Xun took it and glanced at it.

The content is not a girl's private diary, but rather illustrations resembling a journal.

She had been cooped up in her room for too long, and everything she saw and heard came from her dreams. So one day, she suddenly had a brilliant idea and used her pen to depict the fluttering figures under the moonlight.

The first illustration depicts Jin Ziyue storming into the laboratory, a scene of ice and fire clashing during a fight. It's worth noting that the artist vividly portrays the muscles, lines, and profile of the man who fulfills her fantasies, complete with the text "和文" (a pseudonym).

Fu Xun was slightly taken aback and observed Jin Ziyue's reaction, but the latter seemed oblivious.

He boldly turned to the second page.

Goodness, I won't watch anything on the Pink app unless it has your work.

That was during the battle against the suited monster, but... how did this guy manage to create something on the level of a suit and a person?!

On the third page, Fu Xun's hand trembled slightly.

Sure enough, it was when Jin Ziyue was pretending to be a necrophiliac, in that situation where the bandages were loose, his muscles were hard, and his eyes were cold.

Fortunately, this time there were no supporting characters; they simply digitized most of the detailed parameters, which made it very professional.

Pages four, five... are actually normal conversations between men and women, except for the addition of a pair of eyes peeking out from nowhere.

Fu Xun's forehead was slightly sweaty. Goodness, this must be him supervising, right?

Page 6.

"Sanshui Linxin x Jin Ziyue: A Pure Love Masterpiece".

Upon seeing those few words, Fu Xun silently swallowed, his face flushed, and he dared not turn the page further, silently returning the manual.

It seems that we shouldn't have had any expectations of that perverted woman in the first place.

How did Jin Ziyue manage to read all of this with such a blank expression?!
Fu Xun, unable to vent his urge to complain, could only mutter, "As expected of her."

Jin Ziyue took the manual, carefully straightened the turned pages, and placed it to one side. It was as if that shameless old driver was right in front of him, smiling broadly, her ingratiating demeanor like a clingy kitten.

His eyes were clear, and he murmured to himself:

"This is the proof that she exists in this world, uniquely."

—End of Volume 6

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