Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 279 009. The Way Has Not Been Far Away
"All I know is that he's someone who escaped from District 16, wearing a white smiling mask, but... I've never seen him in person..."

Qingya organized his thoughts and spoke slowly, not daring to show any sign of resistance.

Why are you looking for him?

Qingya hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

Jin Ziyue gave Jin Junlai a wink, and without saying a word, Jin Junlai bent the White Walker's left arm backward 180 degrees and detached it.

"Ah—" The White Walker's eyes widened in horror, the pain causing his veins to bulge, the turbulent blood rushing to his head, the threat of death being poured over him like cold water.

"It's an experiment! The people in the lab say they saw the Smiling Demon, and everyone in the lab has gone crazy! Only one experimenter was manipulated by the demon, and we tracked down his whereabouts and found that he came to this city."

"Who sent you?" Jin Ziyue asked.

"Master Literary Minister of Kyoto."

"Wen Xiang?" Jin Ziyue frowned. He had only heard of this person before, but he was no ordinary figure.

He is the leading figure among the radical White Walkers, named after the conservative Prime Minister, and one of the two who truly wield power after the Nightfallen, the White Walker King of District 16.

“It’s lying,” Jin Junlai suddenly said.

The Otherworldly sensed Jin Junlai's unfriendly tone and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Jin Ziyue knew that Jin Junlai's "rumors" were so powerful that they could detect the heart rate by the airflow. There was a high probability that physical lying would not escape his detection, even if it was due to a surge in heart rate caused by strenuous exercise.

Jin Junlai didn't hesitate. Without saying a word, he grabbed the second arm and swung it 360 degrees, making a cracking sound as the bones broke.

"what--!!!"

Aoki let out a miserable scream, but before the sound could even be completely torn apart, Jin Junlai stomped his head into the cement slab.

"To be honest, we have plenty of ways to determine the truth or falsehood," Jin Ziyue pressed in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes..." Jin Junlai's foot was on a piece of green wood with only one eye showing, and it was even a little difficult to turn its head.

"Who sent you?"

"It's...the organization...the NA organization."

A cold glint flashed in Jin Ziyue's eyes; it was the organization again.

Providing clues to lure him to Zuojingdu, and then gradually revealing information under the guise of a mission—all these unusual actions seem to expose the other party's ambition. Now, more clues point to the fact that the organization had already extended its reach here long ago.

That Fu Qin…

Jin Ziyue couldn't help but worry, and he continued to press for answers:

"How many of you are there?"

Suddenly, Aoki's eyes trembled violently, his eyeballs bulged out, as if they could jump out of their sockets if he shook them any longer. Blood vessels quickly crept up the whites of his eyes, and soon his eyes turned blood red. His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

Jin Jun noticed the abnormality in the other party. Inside Qingmu's body, the blood was like the white foam on beer, and the heat was rising faster and faster, about to reach the critical value of the container.

"Back off!" he shouted.

Jin Ziyue had already noticed something was wrong. He stopped asking questions, flipped over and jumped backward, using the sofa as cover.

Jin Junlai also grabbed a square table from someone else's house and propped it up horizontally. Feeling that wasn't safe enough, he used [Rumors] to create a strong wind, gathering everything around him.

The airflow swirled and, using the indoor space, created a backflow, pushing the sofa and Jin Ziyue towards the door.

Jin Jun arrived first and, without waiting for the door to be closed, kicked it open.

"boom--"

Blood clots splattered.

The wolf-turned White Walker's body was like a bursting water balloon, its gushing blood shooting up to the ceiling. The dense droplets of blood and flying bits of flesh resembled countless fine needles, sizzling and smoking where they struck.

The entire room was stained red with blood from the impact, like a bursting rose, with a red and white skeleton remaining in the center. Furniture and decorations were all destroyed, and red spots of blood were everywhere.

Jin Junlai frowned, picked up Jin Ziyue, and walked out of the house.

As soon as the father and son stepped out, they saw a girl nervously watching them from the corner of the upper floor corridor.

Jin Junlai was taken aback. The girl was wearing the same school uniform as Jin Ziyue. The blue and white color scheme was much better looking than Jin Ziyue's. Her hair color was a bit burgundy, not very bright, but very eye-catching.

The girl carefully stepped down, looking at Jin Ziyue; she clearly recognized him.
"Ziyue, are you alright?"

Jin Junlai looked at Jin Ziyue thoughtfully and asked, "And who is this?"

“Classmate, Chen Ruolan lives upstairs. I just came down from her house.”

"Oh." Jin Junlai gave him a meaningful look.

Jin Ziyue rolled his eyes at Jin Junlai, signaling him not to overthink it, and stepped forward to the girl, saying, "This is my dad. Ruolan, things haven't been peaceful here lately, you'd better have your mother consider moving away."

Chen Ruolan glanced at the resident's door, then looked at Jin Ziyue and nodded.

She also understood that knowing too much would only bring trouble upon herself.

“Someone will come to handle this soon. Don’t tell anyone I was here. Take care of yourself,” Jin Ziyue said.

The young-looking Chen Ruolan nodded earnestly.

The girl looked worried and said to him, "You should be careful too."

Jin Ziyue was used to Chen Ruolan's carefree attitude, and returning to his student days made him feel uneasy about her concern. He paused for a moment before saying:
"I will. If there's nothing else, we can keep in touch online. I'll leave here now."

The girl nodded, said goodbye to Jin Junlai and Jin Ziyue, and went upstairs to go home.

……

"He's quite polite," Jin Junlai commented.

"A future comrade-in-arms." Jin Ziyue cut off Jin Junlai's implied meaning.

"Are you trying to build a harem? Does Fu Qin know about this?" Jin Junlai persisted, egging him on.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The father and son walked side by side on the road, chatting casually.

“It’s not impossible to have a harem in a dream…” Jin Junlai suddenly said.

"Do you have experience?"

"Ahem. No, it's just that you requested it." Jin Junlai touched his nose and laughed.

"What are you doing here, kid?"

“The deceased’s son was my classmate. He hadn’t come to school, and the homeroom teacher asked me to come and check on him. It was just a coincidence.” Jin Ziyue narrowed his eyes.

"A coincidence?" Jin Junlai's tone was playful. "How could everything in the trial be a coincidence?"

“You mean…” Jin Ziyue followed Jin Junlai’s train of thought, “this is part of the trial?”

"Let me put it this way, if you hadn't come, you might have missed out on something; similarly, your presence here may have already changed some events, whether for better or worse, we'll leave that aside for now."

Jin Jun thought for a moment and said, "From what I know, your female classmate's fate has already been changed by you."

Jin Ziyue was taken aback: "Ruolan?"

"Well, think about it. If you hadn't come, she wouldn't have known about the death downstairs immediately. You also said she was a future comrade-in-arms, which means the girl survived, right? But it's very possible... you've already altered the cause and effect of the events..."

Jin Junlai paused, giving Jin Ziyue time to think, before saying, "Her chances of survival are slim."

Jin Ziyue remained silent.

Jin Jun patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Give me an example, why are you so serious? I like that girl because of her destiny, which is a rare daughter-in-law destiny, [Lan Qing Hui Xin]. She will definitely be a virtuous and filial daughter-in-law."

Jin Ziyue's expression turned strange. At this moment, he had not yet practiced the Fate Release Technique, nor had he opened his Spiritual Eyes, so he could not see the Fate Text clearly and could only ask:

"Wasn't her inscription 'Tiger's Silent Incense'?"

Easter Egg 1: Chapter 005 "White Sandalwood Flower" Metaphor - The flower language of white sandalwood flower is love hidden in the heart.

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