Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 415, Section 107: The Origin (Part 4)

Jin Ziyue raised his knife again.

"No need to test me anymore, you can't kill me." The other party innocently spread his hands.

“You shouldn’t be hostile to a mysterious businessman. You know, businessmen need to have something to offer to ensure their customers’ satisfaction.”

Upon hearing this, Jin Ziyue ceased his attack, and the longsword in his hand transformed into specks of starlight.

“Listen to me, Mr. Jin, this deal will be even more worthwhile than you think.”

The other person conjured a small round hat from nowhere, put it on their forehead, and casually twirled a stick, and a cane appeared in their palm.

Jin Ziyue ignored the other party's sweet talk: "Speak, what is your purpose?"

"That's quite an unapproachable tone." The other person didn't seem to mind, just smiled and said, "I know you came here to wake up your good friend, Chen Ruolan."

The prophet paused for a moment, observing Jin Ziyue's expression. He could see the urge in Jin Ziyue's eyes.

"And as you have probably seen about this young lady's situation, her soul is missing something; she has no senses, no emotions, and no capacity for thought."

The other party spoke eloquently.

"This is a curse. If we want to awaken her, we must find the one who cast the curse and lift it. And I happen to know a little bit about it."

"How about it? This bargaining chip is exactly what you need right now." His smiling mask became even more vivid, like that of a shrewd and obsequious merchant.

Jin Ziyue looked at Mo Hu, who also looked at him silently.

In the instant their eyes met, Jin Ziyue understood that Mo Hu probably didn't have the means to awaken Chen Ruolan either; otherwise, he wouldn't have been supporting Chen Ruolan's activities for so many years.

Jin Ziyue looked at the other person: "What do you want?"

"Of course, of course." As if he had already anticipated Jin Ziyue's attitude, the prophet seemed a little more enthusiastic: "I hope you will no longer investigate this matter."

"what's up?"

"About Chen Ruolan."

Jin Ziyue quickly realized what the other person was talking about, and his gaze began to turn cold.

"Yes, that's right, it's about Chen Ruolan's encounter with the Otherworldly demons a few years ago, and the subsequent related events." The other party was also very straightforward, revealing what Jin Ziyue was thinking.

“I know you’ve always been troubled by Chen Ruolan’s attack and the bite she received from the Others, and you’ve always wanted to know the truth behind it.” The Prophet paused, glancing at Jin Ziyue’s reaction.

"Sometimes, knowing the truth doesn't help, so it's better to focus on the present."

"This kind of thing can be seen clearly as long as I can access Chen Ruolan's memories. It's something that costs nothing, so why should I make a deal with you?"

"Really?" The smiling man adjusted his hat, brushed his bangs aside, and scratched his head. "That's really a headache. The answer to Chen Ruolan's awakening isn't in her memories. Sometimes, you have to choose between the truth and the solution to the problem. Even if you saw everything that happened back then, you're powerless to change it."

Jin Ziyue remained unmoved and said, "Not changing the past doesn't mean we can't change the present."

"It seems Mr. Jin prefers to find the answer himself." Through the gap in the smiley mask, one could see the corners of his smiling lips.

"Unfortunately, the real answer is right in front of you. If you give up on the answer because you are so obsessed with seeking the truth, you will be doing a worse job. What do you think, Mr. Jin?"

Jin Ziyue stared at the other person, his cynical expression behind the smiling mask suggesting that everything was under his control.

"I refuse," the man said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the prophet nodded slightly, turned around and began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself, "That would be difficult." Then, he turned back to Jin Ziyue, tilted his head, spread his hands, and said something cryptic: "Then I can't help you either."

The other party shook his head, feigning regret: "Even if the deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. Since that's the case, Mr. Jin, you may go ahead. I won't stop you."

Jin Ziyue stared at him without saying a word.

When the prophet saw that he did not move for a long time, he realized that the other party was giving him the order to leave.

"Ha, I was being naive." The smiling man chuckled. "Then I won't bother you any longer. If you change your mind, feel free to come find me anytime."

“However,” he changed the subject, his gaze piercing through the narrow slits of his mask, “the next price won’t be so low.”

After saying that, he took two steps back, his figure gradually disappearing. He waved to Jin Ziyue, and after making the gesture, he vanished completely.

……

Mo Hu only spoke after the other party disappeared: "This person appeared a long time ago."

Jin Ziyue was pondering why the other party could freely enter and exit Chen Ruolan's mental world.

She herself only gained control of the power to communicate with the soul within her destiny through a breakthrough in the heat of battle. As for the other two uninvited guests, they must also have some kind of anchor point, allowing them to enter Chen Ruolan's mental space without even physically approaching her.

"Furthermore, what he said about waking up the master is very likely true," Mo Hu said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Jin Ziyue glanced at him.

“I don’t doubt his ability,” he admitted. “It’s just that his circumstances are suspicious. He doesn’t want us to know what happened to Ruolan that night.”

Mo Hu added, "His terms of the deal were also very hasty, even full of loopholes. I have checked the master's memories and know what happened that night. But his terms of the deal only stipulated that you should not investigate what happened back then, as if he was not worried at all about me telling you."

This is very unusual. Unless...

“No.” Jin Ziyue’s expression darkened slightly. He realized, “Rather than saying that the other party doesn’t want me to know, it’s more accurate to say that he’s implying that I need to know what happened that night.”

“He knows that no matter how tempting his offer is, you won’t accept it,” Mo Hu said thoughtfully. “This guy has figured out your reaction.”

Jin Ziyue remained silent.

Indeed.

The other party's deal was more like a smokescreen, a way to get Jin Ziyue to focus on Chen Ruolan's past incident; their intentions were quite clear.

This kind of opponent gives one a sense of unease, like a thorn in one's side. Jin Ziyue silently raised this person's danger level by one level in his mind.

"I'll go in and take a look," Jin Ziyue said to Mo Hu.

"Go." The huge tiger head nodded.

[Tiger Ink Incense] made way, and the doors behind him started moving, sliding out one by one, and the scene inside the dimensional gate was also changing rapidly.

Chen Ruolan's past is like a long film reel, with each frame of her memory, from childhood to high school, flickering and changing.

Jin Ziyue had a sudden thought and found the memory at the very end. What came to mind was Chen Ruolan in high school, walking up the stairs after buying groceries.

Jin Ziyue remembered that he met Chen Ruolan here during the trial of "Tracing the Origin".

"here."

With a single thought, Jin Ziyue's soul entered a world like a painting.