Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 271 001. Sense of Crisis (Happy New Year!)
The afternoon sun shone on the small courtyard.

Golden light bathed the branches, their jade-like hues shimmering, beneath which lay a patch of dappled shade.

Douzi and Tianyu were washing dishes in the kitchen, quietly discussing something interesting.

Yan Wuxun spread the rag with his five fingers, held one hand on the corner of the table, and used the other hand like a nimble windshield wiper to deftly wipe the dining table.

Jin Ziyue and Chen Ruolan each picked up their empty bowls and plates, below which lay a high stack of platters.

Fu Xun clicked his tongue and listened to Chen Ruolan let out a comfortable sigh. He squinted and felt that the girl seemed to have gained weight in front of her, making it hard to ignore.

He had to look up at the horizon. The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and the summer breeze already carried a hint of autumn. Everything was warm and cozy, making him feel comfortable.

Everything is just right.

Old Jin has shed his childishness and is becoming more and more manly; Old Yan, though in a state of decadence, still manages to get by with his two little followers; occasionally, there's Chen Ruolan, who freeloads on meals and drinks, and she'll let out a loud shout every time she comes in and out, adding a bit of liveliness to the courtyard.

By the way, this courtyard is rented by someone else.

if--

His smile faded, he stood up, and leisurely swayed out of the courtyard.

Fu Xun once asked Jin Ziyue if there was any ability in this world to bring people back to life, whether it was a death spell or other magic, as long as it could bring her back, anything would be fine.

Jin Ziyue remained silent.

Fu Xun could tell at a glance that the man had probably put in a lot of effort in this area.

But it all came to nothing.

Resurrection... it sounds like a very mysterious concept, and Fu Xun never expects anything that is so unrealistic.

"Hey, if you get your revenge in the future, what will you do?" Fu Xun nudged Jin Ziyue next to him with his elbow.

All along, the driving force behind the guy beside me has been to find out the cause of Fu Qin's death and find the root of the problem.

With a huge clue now appearing before them, the truth doesn't seem so far away after all.

If one day he really avenges Qin, will she be able to come back? If not, what will Lao Jin do for the future?

Jin Ziyue looked down at the railing, paused for a moment, and then said, "Let's talk about revenge first."

For a moment, Fu Xun had a strange feeling: why didn't this meticulous man think about the future?
He was simply walking alone on a road with no future in sight, treating his journey of revenge merely as punishment.

Perhaps, one day, if he were to kneel on this road, he would crawl forward without any awareness, until he is completely dead.

Staring into Jin Ziyue's eyes was like being in stagnant water, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.

"The enemy is very powerful, and with our current strength, we probably have no chance of winning."

Jin Ziyue exhaled a breath of stale air and said.

"So?" Fu Xun waited for him to continue.

"Become stronger."

Jin Ziyue's words were concise and to the point.

"Special training or something?" Fu Xun asked.

“I have them all,” he said, taking out his phone to contact Chen Ruolan via text message.

“Right now, our fighting force consists only of you, me, and Ruolan. Lao Yan, Douzi, and Tianyu are not suitable for taking risks. If necessary, we need to consider their escape route first.”

"Hmm." Fu Xun nodded. Although Lao Yan and Douzi wouldn't be a burden, the risk factor was indeed a bit high. Once everyone was exposed to the White Walkers, their situation would be much more dangerous.

Tianyu has the ability to protect herself, but she is probably not a combat-oriented person.

At least Fu Xun had never seen him make a move.

"Why not let Lao Yan and the others go back?" Fu Xun asked.

“Going back would probably be dangerous,” Jin Ziyue said, his gaze drifting back to the previous kidnapping case. “The Fate Chaser is probably already keeping an eye on the people around us.”

Fu Xun shrugged, looking nonchalant: "I don't have any relatives in District 16 anymore. Unless I move out of the old man's place on Xiaowutai Mountain, I'm carefree and have no worries. But what about you? What will happen to your aunt after your uncle passes away?"

Speaking of the people around him, Fu Xuncai realized that he rarely heard Jin Ziyue mention his family.

"I asked a friend to take care of it." Jin Ziyue hesitated for a moment, then softened his tone.

Fu Xun nodded: "That's good. Those Fate Masters aren't so low as to threaten you with your aunt."

"That's because of my father." Jin Ziyue's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the traffic at the intersection.

Fu Xun had also heard that Uncle Jin was highly respected in the clan and was always busy with some difficult tasks. Even after he married Aunt Jin, he did not stay at home for long and continued to work in the business of controlling destiny under the pretext of working in a factory.

Although those so-called "coworkers" were all martial arts masters wielding all sorts of weapons; and the so-called "business trips" were all about dealing with some bizarre events.

If it weren't for the young Jin Ziyue noticing something was wrong, secretly following his father, witnessing them chase after the Otherworldly Demons, and learning about the existence of Fate Masters, he wouldn't have embarked on the path of a Fate Master.

Fu Xun looked at Jin Ziyue, the man whom the entire clan of Fate Masters were hunting down, and felt a pang of emotion.

"The mess you've made is so big that even your uncle couldn't protect you if he were still alive."

Looking back now, it's incredible that Jin Ziyue dared to sneak into the clan's ancestral hall and successfully obtain the "Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea."

The Masters are inherently selfish, but they place great importance on the word "security." They only unite as one when faced with a threat to the survival of their tribe.

The [Hundred Rivers Converge at the Sea] technique was originally intended to defend against apocalyptic natural disasters, but it was stolen by Jin Ziyue and used for matters of the heart. Without the [Hundred Rivers Converge at the Sea] technique, it's uncertain whether the Fate Masters will survive the next cataclysmic event.

No one knows when the next catastrophe will come, and the "hundred rivers" in "Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea" are not so easy to collect.

Thinking of this, Fu Xun suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "If we can really uncover the truth after collecting all the 'Hundred Rivers,' then let's act quickly and return the 'Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea' afterwards, wouldn't that be great?"

“No.” Jin Ziyue shook his head and said, “Why do you think the [Hundred Rivers Converge at the Sea] is only used once every few hundred years?”

"Damn it." Fu Xun abandoned his wishful thinking.

“Therefore, the most correct approach now is to collect the hundred-year-old decrees as soon as possible and avoid contact with the Others and Fate Drivers as much as possible,” Jin Ziyue said. “We can target individual hundred-year-old decrees that exist outside the group of Others and Fate Drivers.”

"Then we can only look for the fate decrees hidden among the people," Fu Xun said, resting his chin on his hand in thought.

Jin Ziyue said, "A century-old inscription is rare, but it's not unheard of. There are billions of people in the world, and each person has a unique inscription. Even if the probability of a century-old inscription is low, it is still an astronomical number."

Fu Xun leaned against the door, watching the pedestrians on the roadside, young and old, dressed in decent clothes, walking step by step on the gray and white zebra crossing as the traffic lights flashed.

The vast majority of people in this world are ordinary people.

Humans are born with a destiny, and for many people, the year of their destiny is close to their lifespan, and they will never trigger their abilities.

After their death, apart from the life-giving words that could form a spirit, the rest dissipated into the world. Only when the next fetus is formed will new life-giving words reside in consciousness.

For ordinary people, fate is like a candle flame, its brightness determined by heaven.

For those who control destiny, fate is like flowing water, its ebb and flow determined by its own will.

It wouldn't be right not to update on New Year's Day... A new year calls for a fresh start!

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