Unusual Fate Records

This was the first time Jin Ziyue had entered someone else's mental world.

This place is desolate and monotonous, devoid of any scenery. Even the simplest ground is a psychological effect created by the inertia of human thinking.

Chen Ruolan's memories and thoughts are not reflected here.

There was nothing there, as if she were the master of this world, with nothing ever entering her thoughts or her field of vision.

Jin Ziyue frowned; this world was completely different from what he had imagined. Until he saw the enormous tiger sprawled on the ground in the center, and Chen Ruolan, her neck tilted, staring at him without uttering a sound.

"Ruolan?"

Jin Ziyue called out softly.

The other person did not respond, but simply looked at him silently.

"Do you recognize me?" Jin Ziyue could tell that Chen Ruolan was not in a good state, but he needed to confirm the extent of her abnormality.

A three-minute silence followed. The latter met his gaze, his eyes expressionless, offering no reply.

Jin Ziyue silently stepped forward and observed the fallen giant tiger.

In his eyes, the tiger appeared purple, clearly a consciousness formed from a mass of life-giving energy.

【Tiger Ink Agarwood】.

He quickly figured it out.

However, [Tiger Ink Incense] was in a somewhat abnormal state, seemingly having gone through a struggle for control. But its host was Chen Ruolan, and it didn't seem to have any intention of fighting for control. Judging from its current state, it could control Chen Ruolan at any time if Mingci wanted to.

Wait, control Chen Ruolan?

Jin Ziyue's eyes flickered, and the image of that mournful mask came to mind.

He was beginning to understand the other party's purpose: he wanted to control [Tiger Ink Incense], and thus control Chen Ruolan. However, judging from the current situation, for some reason, he had abandoned his original plan. Was this change due to Ruolan herself?

Jin Ziyue looked at the silent woman, who had ignored his gaze and did not raise her eyes, and began to stare blankly as usual.

Just then, a slight sound came from beside me.

Mo Hu weakly opened his eyes and looked at the man beside him.

"He's gone." The tiger slowly raised its head, its limbs on the ground, trying to stand up.

"What did he do to Ruolan?" Jin Ziyue asked.

Mo Hu's breathing was still somewhat disordered. After calming down a bit, he slowly said, "I don't know why, but he can give me orders just like my master. He wants me to control my master."

Jin Ziyue frowned and glanced at him again: "You can control Ruolan?"

“Yes.” Mo Hu looked at him. “Ever since I took possession of my master, I have been the one controlling her actions.”

Jin Ziyue's brow furrowed: "How do you know her personality? And, as far as I know, the Fate Word does not have the ability to subjectively control the host's actions."

He could see that even in its weakened state, [Tiger Ink Incense] still maintained its powerful energy accumulated over hundreds of years. If it were at its peak, it could easily annihilate Chen Ruolan's soul and completely replace her. However, it acknowledged Chen Ruolan as its host and had always preserved Chen Ruolan's soul.

Mo Hu didn't seem to intend to explain in detail, but instead said, "Her condition has been like this for several years. That man who calls himself 'The Proverb' seems to know about her situation and wants to take advantage of it to control her, and then..."

“Obtain the ‘Anchor of the World’.” Jin Ziyue pondered.

He quickly figured out the connection: "Were you the one who resided in Chen Ruolan's body when the 'Anchor of the World' possessed her?"

Mo Hu seemed unwilling to elaborate, but Jin Ziyue's sharp gaze compelled him to concede: "Yes."

Jin Ziyue recalled that Chen Ruolan's initial inscription in the trial of "Tracing the Origin" was not "Tiger Ink Agarwood," and roughly guessed the cause and effect.

But one link is still missing.

“But this is the Hall of Memories. If Chen Ruolan’s memories ended back then, her memories before the ‘Anchor of the World’ affected her should be preserved.” Jin Ziyue looked at Mo Hu. “I’ve preserved them.” The latter didn’t hide anything. He turned around, and the previously empty Hall of Memories slowly revealed a long corridor amidst the distorted light and shadow. On both sides of the corridor stood symmetrical doors, each emitting a bright light. Jin Ziyue knew that those represented Chen Ruolan’s memories from each period.

If we go inside, will we be able to see for ourselves what happened that night?
Jin Ziyue's eyes flickered.

The encounter between Chen Ruolan, Lao Yan, and Douzi with the Otherworldly attack that day has always been a thorn in his side.

Thinking of this, he asked Mo Hu, "May I go in?"

[Tiger Ink Incense] nodded: "Of course." He also hoped that Jin Ziyue could help Chen Ruolan, and it would be great if he could truly awaken Chen Ruolan.

Jin Ziyue guessed that if there was any possibility of waking Chen Ruolan, then that possibility should lie in the memory of the period when she lost consciousness.

"Is that so? I don't think so." A voice came from behind Jin Ziyue.

Jin Ziyue frowned, turned to the side, and glanced at the uninvited man out of the corner of his eye.

The other person was also wearing a white mask, but on that mask, their eyebrows were curved and their lips were curved in a smile that seemed both sarcastic and mocking.

"What, it seems our Mr. Jin isn't surprised by my appearance."

"You've been using Chen Xingtong to spy on us all along," Jin Ziyue said coldly. "Once you understand the relationships involved, it's not hard to guess the reason."

The prophet applauded, showering praise upon him: "Truly a keen hunter! And you surely understand, since I'm here, it's naturally because—"

brush--

A cracking sound suddenly rang out.

A cold gleam struck the brow of the prophet behind his mask.

The soul has no physical body. Jin Ziyue's throwing knife is formed from spirit, and it should be able to cause fatal damage to the Proverb Speaker, who is also a spirit.

The other person paused noticeably, then fell straight backward.

"Clap."

The tuxedo hit the ground with a dull thud.

The prophet's mask gazed toward the ceiling of the spiritual space. In an instant, a figure shot up in a straight line, then plummeted down after a brief high point. It was Jin Ziyue, who had suddenly appeared, gripping a spiritual blade and stabbing it down fiercely.

puff--

The prophet was stabbed in the chest, but Jin Ziyue showed no mercy, piercing straight through his heart.

“You…” The other person raised their hand with difficulty, but did not say anything, and the powerless arm fell limply to the side.

Jin Ziyue calmed his breathing and watched as the other party's spiritual body dissipated into starlight, without saying much.

"See? I told you I shouldn't have shown this side of the dish."

Behind Jin Ziyue, the Advice-Teller remained unharmed, muttering to himself with a look of regret: "Mr. Jin doesn't even have the patience to listen to the end? Looks like I made a mistake—"

brush--

Once again, the prophet's head fell to the ground, and his body collapsed to his knees, powerless.

Jin Ziyue remained expressionless, drawing his sword and pointing it forward.

"Looks like I've picked a volatile business partner."

An unharmed prophet stood before him.

The other person turned sideways, hands in pockets, head tilted, and a deeper smile curved beneath the mask. (End of Chapter)