Unusual Fate Records

Jin Ziyue quietly withdrew from the girl's memory.

He didn't know if this story could be considered a complete tragedy. Because he was still standing there, Chen Ruolan was still alive, and the girl ultimately couldn't control her own destiny.

At least, she declared war on her fate in her own way.

"How was it? Did you get anything?" Mo Hu asked as he stepped forward.

“I have some clues.” Jin Ziyue didn’t hide anything. He knew that the reason Mo Hu hadn’t told him about the Proverbs was probably because He Himself was unaware of it.

The spiritual exchange, according to the flow of real time, was merely a fleeting moment in the instant Chen Ruolan was on the verge of death.

Mo Hu is the author of the divination, and when He looks at it from His own perspective, He cannot discover the anomalies in His memories at that time.

Jin Ziyue noticed that the purple reagent that Chen's mother gave to Chen Ruolan was the one that caused all the abnormalities when it broke.

The key issue lies in this reagent and the related research.

This is something even the NA organization is investigating; the assassins of the Blue Fang gang are essentially NA members. Therefore, the threat level of this reagent is self-evident.

"It is very possible that the demon imprisoned in that reagent was the 'Proverbist' we just met."

"What?!" Mo Hu was also surprised. "You mean, this guy was there at the time?"

“Yes, and…” Jin Ziyue’s expression tightened slightly as he pondered the playful look in the other person’s eyes.

"He knew I would pry into this memory of his in the future."

Mo Hu's face gradually turned serious: "You mean, this guy can see the future?"

"It's hard to say, I don't know his tricks." Jin Ziyue only expressed his guess, "But everything he did was premeditated. This person's plan has a long time span, and I'm afraid we'll be dealing with him for some time to come."

“But he has a very critical weakness,” Jin Ziyue said. “He is primarily a transactional person, and all the conditions for payment are contingent on the completion of the transaction. It is very possible that this is his ability.”

"To acquire a price through an equivalent exchange between the two parties is a truly terrifying ability." Mo Hu nodded solemnly.

"However, it is clear that he cannot act on his own. Any action that involves paying a price must be based on the equality and free will of both parties. This is because this person's rhetoric is mainly based on seduction, like a demon leading people into the abyss."

Jin Ziyue recalled the other person's eerie smile. There was something very important about it, but he just couldn't remember it.

The mask...the mask...is there a problem?

No, there must be a problem.

This strange, ambiguous perception lingered in his mind, making his thoughts somewhat chaotic.

“Since he is the one who cursed the master, then we can only awaken the master when he appears next time.” Mo Hu sighed.

"No." Jin Ziyue already had a guess in his mind.

First, in the memories they saw, Chen Ruolan had clearly rejected the other party's deal, but she was still deprived of her mind. Although she survived, she became a confused and bewildered figure.

Clearly, a transaction still occurred, and this transaction was successful.

So, who made the deal with the other party?

Jin Ziyue pondered the scene: after Chen Ruolan's death, Douzi's desperate attempt to avenge her, and Yan Wuxun's hasty escape...

Wait, Lao Yan?

He recalled Yan Wuxun's dejected appearance during his "Tracing the Roots" exercise, and what he had said:
"Dude, let me ask you this: can a person live without a heart?"

Jin Ziyue speculated that Yan Wuxun at the time might have known more than just that, and that he was still concealing some things. For example, he might have very well made a deal with the "Proverbs".

Jin Ziyue had many questions in his mind, but he could only ask Lao Yan in person after meeting him.

Right now, the most important thing is—

He walked up to Chen Ruolan, and the woman looked at him but did nothing.

Jin Ziyue looked at the woman closely, then squatted down and gave her a light hug.

Chen Ruolan did not react. She looked up at Mo Hu, waiting for him to give her his next move.

Mo Hu didn't speak. His huge body slowly came to Chen Ruolan's side and nuzzled her hand.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring Ruolan back."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Mo Hu didn't know what he was going to do, but he could tell from his eyes that he had an idea.

Jin Ziyue stood up, walked to an open space, and said to the empty space, "Come out, how much longer are you going to keep watching?"

Mo Hu also stood up and protected Chen Ruolan.

It seemed like only they were there, but Jin Ziyue knew that the guy was still there.

"Here he comes." The smiling man had changed into a comical clown costume this time, with a red ball nose, a white mask, and a head of explosive red hair, which surprisingly didn't look out of place at all.

"See, I came out immediately when I heard Mr. Jin's call." The other person's smiling mask looked like that of a circus clown, with a wide grin that was neither mocking nor sarcastic.

"Tell me your conditions."

Jin Ziyue didn't intend to waste words with the other party.

“Mr. Jin, as I told you before, the price won’t be the same when we meet again. Now that you’ve discovered my secret, the price is not an option.”

"Forget the pretense, tell me your real purpose." Jin Ziyue knew that his real purpose was definitely not just this, and this was where he would really make an outrageous demand.

"Hehe, you're still as decisive and efficient as ever," the prophet chuckled. "But this price has already been negotiated down by another customer."

The smiling masked man said with some regret, "Originally, knowing this secret, you needed to do something for me in order to get Chen Ruolan's soul back. Don't worry, it's not something against principles or unrealistic. But there's another customer who paid the price for you, and she's even more tempting to me."

Upon hearing the news, Jin Ziyue was slightly taken aback.

"As for the customer's information, I'm sorry I can't disclose it. I believe that with Mr. Jin's intelligence, he will soon be able to guess it, and perhaps you will be able to meet soon." The smiling clown held up a finger, shook it, and said, "Therefore, I'm here this time to help you lift Miss Chen Ruolan's curse."

"The deal has been finalized."

[Tiger Ink Agarwood] was still somewhat confused: "Wait, what's going on? This is—"

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise and return everything that Miss Chen Ruolan entrusted to me to her." The prophet tilted his head, and the smiling mask seemed to move slightly. Then, he flipped his wrist, and some inexplicable halo slowly flowed from his palm.

Like a gently flowing stream, it slowly flowed into Chen Ruolan, who was bowing her head and remaining silent.

Jin Ziyue and Mo Hu both looked at Chen Ruolan.

The woman sat cross-legged, her eyebrows lowered, her gaze unfocused.

Suddenly, her eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly—(End of Chapter)