Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 293.023. A person without heart, wisdom, or hope.
After saying goodbye to Fu Qin, Jin Ziyue had no intention of going to school.

Under the cover of night, he sneaked into Yan Wuxun's secret base.

Yan Wuxun had a habit of not being able to keep secrets, so he would force himself to disappear. When something happened before, Jin Ziyue searched for him for a long time before finally discovering that the guy was holed up in an abandoned warehouse, surviving on instant noodles and sausages.

However, this time, there should still be time.

When Jin Ziyue approached, Yan Wuxun was still curled up on the tattered bamboo mat. In the twelfth lunar month, he was only keeping warm with a thin old bath towel, and his nose and eyes were running from the cold.

He spotted Jin Ziyue, glanced up at him, but said nothing. Jin Ziyue stared at him, his hair disheveled, his eyes lifeless, no longer even bothering to struggle or dodge.

"Old Yan, what's wrong?" Jin Ziyue looked at him, feeling uneasy.

He murmured, "Dude, tell me, can a person live without a heart?"

Jin Ziyue did not answer, but just stared at him.

Yan Wuxun continued to mutter to himself, "In the Investiture of the Gods, Prime Minister Bigan lived a good life even without a heart, right? As long as we don't say anything, it's fine, right?"

"What happened?"

Yan Wuxun did not answer, but curled up and tightened his arms around his knees.

"Is it about Ruolan? What exactly happened last night?"

Fear flashed in Yan Wuxun's eyes, and his lips trembled: "I can't say, it will harm you. No one around me has ever had a good ending..."

"Is it a monster?" Jin Ziyue asked.

Yan Wuxun was taken aback, then looked up at Jin Ziyue again, opening his mouth as if to ask, "You know there are monsters?"

"Those creatures are called 'White Walkers,' which you can think of as cannibals."

Jin Ziyue grabbed his arms and said, "Listen to me, I have the ability to avenge Ruolan. You have to tell me first who attacked you."

A glint appeared in Yan Wuxun's eyes, but it quickly dimmed: "I couldn't see clearly. The monster was covered in barbs, like a zombie in a movie. It was losing a lot of hair and was covered in pus. I watched it bite Chen Ruolan's neck, but I couldn't do anything about it."

Bite?

Jin Ziyue was taken aback.

Suddenly, he recalled the abnormal ventilator data in Chen Ruolan's ward; the oxygen supply was severely excessive, and his face instantly turned grim.

Has it become alienated?
But those guys who clean up the White Walker corpses clearly went there, yet they didn't detect it. Or is there some unexpected situation?

Jin Ziyue suddenly realized a bad possibility: Who turned up the oxygen supply on the ventilator? Someone from the hospital? Or was it the NA organization, with its extensive network, that had infiltrated the department tasked with eliminating the White Walkers? Or perhaps, Professor Qingli?

The situation has become increasingly unpredictable; the mysterious NA organization has its sights set on him, and Chen Ruolan has already been affected. What if they target those close to him again…?

Jin Ziyue's expression turned serious.

"Old Yan, how did you get Ruolan to the hospital?"

Yan Wuxun looked dejected and said, "Douzi covered my escape. When I got back, he and Chen Ruolan were both lying on the ground."

Looking at his dejected appearance, Jin Ziyue realized that he must also be suffering greatly at this moment.

Faced with danger, they were powerless and could only flee with their tails between their legs.

"It's not your fault. As long as you survive, everything will be fine," Jin Ziyue comforted him.

"No. That's not it. I might have ruined everyone's lives." Yan Wuxun clutched his disheveled hair, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Douzi... Douzi has lost consciousness, and so has Chen Ruolan..."

“Old Yan,” Jin Ziyue interrupted him, “Life and death are predestined. Trust them. No matter how great the hardship, we can get through it. In the future, we can live happily together.”

"There is no future, there is no future." Yan Wuxun said dejectedly.

"Ruolan might be in danger. Are you sure you want to continue being so despondent?"

Yan Wuxun was stunned, his head twitched, and he shrank back: "I can't go, you go save her, I... I can't..."

Jin Ziyue frowned, not expecting this incident to have such a huge impact on young Yan Wuxun, shattering even his confidence. The boy, once known as a "reckless brute," had become hesitant and timid.

“Ziyue.” Yan Wuxun raised his head, his tone somber.

"I'm entrusting Chen Ruolan to you. I'm a useless piece of trash, my life is hopeless, I'm a jinx, whoever I touch suffers. Douzi lost her mind trying to save me, and Chen Ruolan has become like this too... I can't... ruin your entire lives... Perhaps not leaving is the greatest help I can give you. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

At this point, he lowered his head and burst into tears.

Seeing his best friend's breakdown, Jin Ziyue felt a pang of sadness. After a long silence, he finally said, "Cheer up. Wait for me. I'll bring Ruolan back safe and sound, with your share."

Yan Wuxun stopped sobbing, his wet eyes met Jin Ziyue's resolute gaze, and he couldn't help but bite his lower lip and nod heavily.

……

"Is this right here?"

Jin Junlai looked at the building in front of him. It was a secluded mansion. Two stone lions stood in front of him, solemn and dignified. Their large, copper-bell-shaped eyes scrutinized the visitors, making them appear extremely solemn.

It took quite a bit of effort to find this place.

Jin Junlai weighed his old buddy in his hand, the Qingping Halberd spinning around a few times, making a tinkling sound.

This is an old house in a folk alley, a well-preserved cultural port. A winding alley leads through the stone-paved street, and delicate willow roots twine beneath the arched bridge. The moonlight is bright now, inexplicably evoking the image of a slightly tipsy, sweet rice wine with egg drop soup.

The inscription on his body, "[Forever and Ever]", hummed incessantly.

The holder possesses the ability to foresee fortune and misfortune, bearing the omens of both, and forever situated in a situation where calamities and changes intertwine. It can bring both danger and opportunity; this was the destiny phrase Jin Junlai used in his youth when he focused on self-improvement. A skilled user can use it as a divination tool to proactively accept karmic consequences.

The quiet, secluded house remained unmoved, while two paper lanterns were gently lifted by the wind.

Following the airflow, Jin Junlai could clearly feel the heart-pounding power emanating from the mansion.

"You have the scent of a lion."

A voice suddenly rang out.

Jin Junlai looked up and saw a man standing on the orange-red roof tiles, like a sharp sword cleaving the full moon in two behind him. He was backlit, so his full features were obscured, only his bright silver eyes were visible, and he was looking down at Jin Junlai.

The man was merely standing there, and Jin Junlai felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, the chilling aura penetrating to his very bones.

"You can speak Chinese? That makes things easier."

"Learning a foreign language in the course of a few hundred years of life is not difficult for us. But this beautiful water town, even after hundreds of years, is still so beautiful that it captivates people."

The visitor gazed at the distant sky, where the water's hue met the mountain's, and the blue reflection blended with the jade-like surface of the lake. A night breeze ruffled the visitor's bangs, and the white sleeves of their robes swayed gently, as if in response.

"Luckily you're not in District 9, or you wouldn't have lived for hundreds of years either," Jin Junlai laughed.

The other person also laughed, his two bangs swaying, occasionally obscuring his vision, but unable to hide his sharp and clear gaze: "It has been a long time since anyone has dared to speak to me so arrogantly. I have never heard of such a thing in my territory. Today, I have returned to this foreign land and met such an interesting junior as you."

He leaped through the air, landing as lightly as a swan, his robes and skirts fluttering, and a clanging sound from his waist flashed by.

(End of this chapter)