Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 336, Section 28: Homeland (Part 3)

Amber had already slipped through Chen Ruolan's outstretched right arm, and for a fleeting moment, their eyes met.

She knew this woman was also troublesome and that she had to read her expressions to anticipate her next move in order to make her fortune in the face of danger and complete the assassination.

However, when she herself stared at Chen Ruolan's face—

The midday sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting a golden outline on Chen Ruolan's beautiful face, which was also reflected in Hu's eyes as their figures intertwined.

Her flowing, wine-red hair was tied into a ponytail. The woman's eyes were as resolute as iron, and her sweeping movements were solid and skillful, revealing the fighting spirit unconsciously revealed by a warrior in the midst of battle.

Hu's eyes widened for a moment.

He hadn't observed the woman closely before, only vaguely sensing her figure through his mental tiger's vision. It was only when he faced her directly that he realized—

The woman with wine-red hair before me and the dashing figure from my distant memory slowly overlapped...

Chen Ruolan noticed that the other party's speed had inexplicably slowed down. Her gun continued to sweep horizontally, and as the tip of the gun swung backward due to inertia, the gun head shot out insidiously, like an eagle's claw, to grab Hu's back.

However, due to a momentary lapse in concentration, Hu was a beat too slow and leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the claw. Because of his high speed, he rolled twice before regaining his balance.

However, she was very close to Chen Ruolan, and separated from Qi Tongshan by the iron chain with the spearhead, thus completely losing the opportunity to get close to him.

Fu Xun quickly moved in front of Qi Tongshan, blocking Hu's view.

Hu stepped back, glancing behind her. Jin Ziyue had silently blocked her escape route.

At this point, the outcome is decided.

Hu failed to seize the last opportunity.

She stood there, head down, her eyes filled with black and gray.

Jin Ziyue approached her from behind like a ghost, grabbed her hands, raised his leg and thrust his knee, forcing the woman to kneel on the ground.

Hu offered no resistance throughout.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Jin Ziyue asked.

The tanned woman ignored Jin Ziyue and looked up at Chen Ruolan, asking, "What's your name?"

"Chen Ruolan".

Women, on the other hand, don't hide anything.

Hu's pupils contracted, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she had heard the most unbelievable answer.

This time the silence lasted longer, each second carrying fleeting memories.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Chen Ruolan was no longer hostile.

Those were eyes that desperately wanted to speak, eyes that had countless words to express.

This left Chen Ruolan somewhat bewildered: "You—know me?"

Hu's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to avoid Chen Ruolan's gaze, nodding almost imperceptibly.

"Strange, I don't really remember..." Chen Ruolan muttered.

"I must have mistaken you for someone else." Hu's voice grew softer and softer, and finally she seemed somewhat relieved.

Qi Tongshan, who was standing to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jin Ziyue keenly caught the implication in Hu's words and asked, "Are you saying that you also know Ruolan in your world?"

"Huh!?" Chen Ruolan's voice rose a few octaves as she looked at Jin Ziyue and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Qi Tongshan was also taken aback.

Fu Xun confirmed that Hu had no intention of attacking him before leaning closer to explain, "This woman said she came from a world a thousand years ago... You wouldn't even dare to write something like that in online novels these days..."

"I'm following it, and it just finished recently," Chen Ruolan said seriously.

"You're focusing on the wrong thing." Fu Xun glared at her.

"Wait, how did you know me a thousand years ago?" Chen Ruolan asked, puzzled.

"Your brainwaves finally clicked..." Fu Xun muttered with half-closed eyes.

Amber's eyes were filled with a complex expression as she said, "Even their unconventional personalities are very similar."

"Eh? Um, what about a thousand years ago... what's going on?" Chen Ruolan tried her best to appear restrained.

"Would you like to hear my story?" Hu asked, looking at her.

Chen Ruolan looked at Jin Ziyue, who nodded.

Only after receiving approval did Chen Ruolan approach and carefully examine Hu, who was being restrained by Jin Ziyue. For no reason, those images flashed through her mind again.

"Go ahead and say it." Chen Ruolan sat cross-legged, placing the metal spear to her side, not caring that the female assassin had previously made her look disheveled from her struggles with Xin Hu.

……

"I live in a jungle tribe, dating back to about a thousand years ago... According to your Eastern history, that would be around the time of the Wu Mu Chen Kingdom..."

Hu slowly recounted her story of fleeing since childhood. The story was short, and the woman, who was not good with words, could only briefly explain what had happened.

Even from these few words, they could still sense the fierce battle that took place on that dark night under the blood-red moon.

……

That night, the noisy Night Clan did not see the moon the next day.

The woman was covered in blood and dared not use her healing abilities lightly. With little life energy left, she could not even maintain the form of the Heart Tiger and was fighting against the venom in the Night Clan's fangs.

She was exhausted and dragged her body through the desert.

Behind it, the white-haired night creature with broken wings followed closely. It too was severely injured and exhausted, but as long as it caught up, bit the woman, and sucked her blood, it could survive before dawn.

In the vast desert, the night wind was as cold as knives. The will to survive drove the two to keep going. Whoever stopped first, or whoever was slower, would die.

Yamo could no longer walk. Her legs felt like lead, and her muscles ached so much that she lost all feeling in them. She could only numbly lift her legs and take steps, stepping on the soft sand.

She didn't have the strength to turn around, but her panting indicated the distance between them.

The most agonizing part of this pursuit of death is not the outcome, but the ever-present sound of footsteps.

Survive.

The woman's eyes were firm as she gazed at the uneven sand dunes ahead.

But halfway through taking a step, his leg could no longer extend.

Stiffness, sluggishness, and every movement causes excruciating pain.

The Night Clan member behind him plunged its claws into her chest, gripping her heart. The excruciating pain stimulated its nerves, forcing it to squeeze out life-saving blood once more. As its body recovered somewhat, it revealed a victorious expression, its eyes gleaming with ferocity. The woman's back was right in front of it; it could reach out and grab her shoulders, then pull her close and bite her neck.

Is it over...?

Yamo felt the threat behind her, the thorn in her side, and realized that perhaps the outcome of this life-or-death chase was already decided.

Just then, the wind howled.

The strong wind made her close her eyes, but then she heard a steady footstep landing, and then, in a few steps, someone approached her.

Ya Mo's heart leaped into her throat. When she couldn't help but open her eyes, she saw a dark red figure fluttering past in the moonlight.

Then, screams of agony from the Night Clan rang out.

Yamo saw the wicked white-haired Night Clan member beneath her feet, its shadow long and drawn, slowly kneeling down, right at her feet, with a spear piercing its heart attached to its body.

It took Yamo a long time and a lot of effort to turn around.

That scene was unforgettable for her.

A female general clad in platinum armor, wielding a red-tasseled spear, pierced the heart of the Night Clan. The desert wind howled, billowing her cloak and causing it to flutter wildly.

The female general glanced at her, then drew her spear and pointed it at her.

The Night Clan's corpse lost its support and slowly fell to its side.

At that moment, the golden light of dawn rose from the boundless desert behind the woman, casting a faint halo around her figure. The spear gleamed with blood, and she appeared as a magnificent and invincible female war goddess.

The soft light at the cusp of dawn and dusk also fell on Ya Mo's face, gentle as water.

She finally lost her strength, knelt on the ground, looked up at the heroic figure of the female general, and thought of her own brave and fearless mother.

At that moment, however, it was the best salvation for the entire Blood Night. Tears streamed down her face, and Ya Mo finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

"Who are you?"

The female general asked a question.

(End of this chapter)