Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 412, Section 104: The Origin (Part 1)

Chixingluan.

Why is he here?

Chen Xingtong didn't have time to think too much; the other party's methods were beyond her comprehension.

The man seemed much thinner than when he was alive. In his spirit form, his gaunt face resembled a ghostly wolf even more, and beneath his weary expression, his cold eyes could not hide his wild ambition.

"You shouldn't be here!"

【Tiger Ink Incense】 charged out first. Originally just a huge tiger's head, its body lines spread out to its forelimbs, torso, back, and hind limbs the moment it pounced, and then to its tail, making its whole body semi-transparent.

"Roar—" Mo Hu roared, and the entire spiritual hall began to tremble. The powerful roar directly bombarded his brain, and Chen Xingtong felt a wave of dizziness.

[Tiger Ink Agarwood] even realized the threat posed by the enemy before him and forcibly solidified his body.

"The dagger is coated with a poison that contaminates the life-destiny. If you forcibly mobilize your power, you will only become weaker. At that time, Chen Ruolan's transformation into a Otherworlder will be irreversible."

Chi Xingluan completely disregarded the threat posed by [Tiger Ink Incense]. He glanced at Chen Xingtong, or rather, at Chen Ruolan whom she was protecting behind her, then looked back at his own palms and murmured:

"So that's it."

He had only vaguely sensed the crying man's plan before, but at this moment, he fully understood the entirety of it. In District 9's parlance, it was like playing with fire.

He would use his own death to distract both the Others and humans, and with the help of the dagger brought by Yuichi Kamikawa, he would possess his own soul and transfer it into the empty shell of Qi Tongshan. After finding an opportunity to get close to Chen Ruolan, he would then seize the chance to assassinate her, not aiming for a fatal blow, but only for serious injury. In this way, he would have a second chance to transfer and hide his soul.

even if...

He could feel that his soul had been split in two, his three souls and seven spirits dismantled. Only one soul and one spirit were thrown out when Qi Tongshan's body collapsed in space, their fate unknown.

Meanwhile, he himself, as the poison from the dagger spread through Chen Ruolan's body, successfully remained hidden.

The whole process was filled with coincidences and luck, as if some force of destiny was driving them toward this outcome.

In any case, up to this point, as long as the [Tiger Ink Incense] is dealt with, Chen Ruolan will be a puppet under his control, and further, he will gain control of the 'Anchor of the World'.

Chi Xingluan finally understood the ambition of his partner and realized that he occupied an absolutely crucial position in this plan.

He looked at [Tiger Ink Incense] and Chen Xingtong.

As long as I can overcome these two obstacles.

Chi Xingluan lowered his head, opened his right palm, and like a broken frame, suddenly, a white mask appeared in his bare hand. On the mask, two triangular holes with furrowed brows resembled a sorrowful expression, both comical and chilling.

Without hesitation, he put the mask on his face.

……

Chen Xingtong and Hu Mochenxiang were horrified. Ever since Chi Xingluan put on that sad crying face mask, an extremely dangerous aura swept through the entire area like the wind.

"Be careful, he seems to have been replaced by a different soul."

[Tiger Ink Incense] reminded him, and His tone became much more serious. A shadow spread from the man, making his surroundings always seem hazy and unreal. When he looked at her again, in the instant their eyes met, all he could see were the whites of her eyes.

Chen Xingtong suddenly trembled, her heart trembling inexplicably. She didn't know why, but she felt a strange fear of the person in front of her.

She gritted her teeth, overcoming the strange feeling of trembling and fear, but inexplicably, images began to appear in her mind:
Chen Ruolan's body was found floating in a pool of algae, her face covered in water, swollen and pale from days of immersion; Chen Ruolan hanged herself from an ancient locust tree, her hands and neck covered in dried blood, her head tilted, eyes wide open, mouth agape as if to speak, yet speechless; Chen Ruolan, clad in armor and armed, spurred her horse and raised her arm in a shout, only to be met with a hail of arrows, one in her eye socket, one in her head wounded, one in her throat pierced, she tumbled into the mud and sand along with her horse, and then more arrows flooded her vision...

"Ah—!" Chen Xingtong couldn't bear the series of horrific scenes and collapsed with a scream. She fell to the ground, piled her hair up with her hands, and didn't even realize that her nails were digging into her scalp.

"Cheer up!"

[Tiger Ink Incense] didn't know what had happened to Chen Xingtong, but with a formidable enemy at hand, He had no time to spare.

Chen Xingtong knelt down, clutching her head, gasping for breath. The images kept flashing through her mind, refusing to leave. Her expression gradually broke down, filled with terror: "Help...help me!"

"Why, why am I seeing these things?" Chen Xingtong fell into deep despair. Countless scenes flooded her mind like a tidal wave, one after another, making it impossible for her to distinguish between reality and memory.

"What you see is the death of Chen Ruolan from another dimension," the man in the confrontation said, his voice completely different from Chi Xingluan's.

The other person's voice was deep and muffled, coming through the mask like a heavy thud from a coffin lid.

"Who are you?" Mo Hu instinctively sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the other party.

"If it's our first meeting, you may call me 'the mourner'."

Chen Xingtong's eyes widened. The scene she had described to Jin Ziyue and the others was still vivid in her mind: the "Transmigrator Association" she had created, and the guy with the user ID "Mourner" in it.

"It's you." Chen Xingtong gritted her teeth and endured the pain, looking at him with resentment.

The person in front of me is the current head of the NA organization, and the mastermind behind the elimination of Chen Xingtong and the contact with most of the other-dimensional people.

“I know you. Chen Xingtong, the one who integrated all the members from other dimensions.”

"You despicable scoundrel!" Chen Xingtong angrily rebuked, suppressing the hallucinations in her mind as she propped herself up.

"Despicable?" The other party remained unmoved. "Means are merely means to achieve goals. Your obsession with right and wrong is nothing more than the voice of survivors."

“I don’t think that a victory obtained through dirty means is something to be praised. Besides, isn’t it a bit premature for you to say these things now?” Chen Xingtong met the gaze of the mourner, whose cloudy eyes beneath the mask were devoid of any light.

"Are you thinking of stalling me until Jin Ziyue arrives?" The other party easily saw through Chen Xingtong's plan.

Chen Xingtong didn't speak, but subconsciously bit the corner of her lip.

"Perhaps you don't know, in the world of souls, the conversation between you and me is only a moment. To him, it was just the instant you were sent into Chen Ruolan's consciousness. The next second, everything has already settled down."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

Chen Xingtong instinctively sensed danger, and suddenly rolled to the side, dodging it in a flash.

"Bang—" The space trembled.

Instead of where she was standing, there was a huge tiger's paw.