Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 66.004. All Rivers Flow into the Sea

"Hmm..." Ryoma woke up from his dream.

The glaring orange light made him instinctively look away.

"Where am I... Am I still alive?"

He muttered to himself, his memory stuck underwater, where he had fainted from holding his breath.

"you're awake."

The voice that spoke was a cool, clear female voice.

He then realized that he was lying on a plain white blanket, the fluff clean and curly, still warm from his own body heat, which felt warm and comforting compared to the cold lake water. He was wearing a simple white bathrobe tied around his waist with a rope.

Turning my head, I found myself beside a blindfolded woman, as pure and flawless as frost flowers on a northern mountain, making it difficult to feel any offense.

The woman was sitting cross-legged to one side, the warm glow of the red-walled fireplace emanating a soft orange light.

"Hello..." Ryoma was somewhat embarrassed. Being saved by a beautiful woman was an experience that was very different from his barren life in the first half of his life.

He looked around. The architecture was typical of District 22. The fireplace radiated warmth, and beneath him lay a golden wooden floor with a glossy finish. The house was large, with a crystal chandelier hanging overhead and a 50-inch LCD TV mounted on the wall. The white walls added a touch of understated warmth.

“I am your mentor and your guide. It is worth mentioning that you, as a human being, are already dead.”

"Huh?" Ryoma was clearly taken aback. Wasn't he alive and well?

"As a human, you had already drowned. It was I who bit you that allowed you to awaken here as a White Walker."

The woman spoke casually, as if she had done something insignificant.

"What? You're kidding, right!" Ryoma subconsciously touched his body. He wasn't missing any flesh, but when he turned his head, he felt a tingling sensation on the right side of his neck.

I touched it, and the two spots that looked like blood holes had already scabbed over.

"You...you mean I've already died once?" Ryoma was still somewhat incredulous.

The woman sat there quietly, without saying a word.

"I see..." The young man was dejected, like a deflated balloon, without even the energy to be surprised.

"You don't seem very surprised."

"I'm just lamenting," he said with a wry smile. "My life, which I lived in such a muddle, has just passed by like this."

Whether one is confused or not should be decided by oneself.

The woman said.

The dragon horse felt as if a clear spring was flowing gently in its ears as it listened to her voice, and the faint pleasure offset the sorrow of its death.

“To be honest, you might not believe it, Miss.” He smiled calmly, “The important people in my life always die inexplicably. I’ve also fantasized about my own death many times. It’s like a curse that will eventually come my way.”

"Your blood does indeed possess a remarkable power."

The woman listened quietly with her eyes covered, tilting her head slightly so that the ends of her hair rippled like waves, creating countless shallow lines.

"To be honest, I don't know your name yet."

Longma felt he needed to be more respectful to his savior. He had an inexplicable feeling that made him feel very close to the woman.

"arrogant."

"Huh?" Ryoma was a little taken aback. Had he said something that displeased the other party?

"My name is Pride."

"Nani?"

……

Moonlight streamed through the window, spilling across the floor, its bright light as soft as water.

Jin Ziyue repaired the umbrella in his hand, removing a branch and spraying it with the extraction reagent.

"Mr. Mirror."

The woman bowed, her right palm pressed against the back of her left, her hands swaying naturally as she bent over. She still wore the same gold bud hair ornament she always wore when greeting guests, and her black business attire appeared even more profound in the pale moonlight.

The man stopped what he was doing, picked up a cloth, and wiped the bracket: "Please speak."

"I regret that we did not have the leads you were satisfied with this time. There are some additional variables that I need to convey to you."

Jin Ziyue sat quietly cross-legged, his breathing steady, waiting for Nao to continue.

“Someone has been asking us about you. Given that you are a valued client, my supervisor asked me to consult you before making a decision.”

Skipping over the tedious pleasantries, Jin Ziyue lowered his eyes:

"Is the other party human or a White Walker?"

Nao paused for a moment, then said slowly, "The other party contacted us via email and we do not know their identity. Based on the information you submitted, we guess that they are the Otherworldly Ghosts from the Ranshan Hall branch, or possibly the enemies who chased you to Zuojingdu."

What's your email login address?

"In this city."

"I understand." Jin Ziyue stood up, supporting himself on the floor, and met the gaze of the respectful-looking woman by the window.

"Good work."

The woman nodded: "It is my pleasure to serve you."

"Do you need any value-added services from us? Such as increased monitoring capabilities?"

"Please remember our agreement. Just help me gather information on the abnormal lesions. I'll take care of my own safety."

The man didn't say much.

"Understood." Naw bowed slightly. "In the local language, I wish you good luck in your military campaigns."

After saying this, the woman's body turned into countless tiny stars and disappeared into the silent windowsill.

Jin Ziyue recently purchased new tatami mats.

Sometimes, I would sit there repairing equipment, looking down and then up all night.

The man's stubble was somewhat sparse, and his pupils were partially obscured by his upper eyelids, leaving his gaze lowered as he stared at the gleaming blade as it slowly unsheathed.

The organization outwardly claims to be fighting against the White Walkers and siding with humanity, but it undoubtedly also engages in intelligence trading with them. Naw simply doesn't want to say it openly; stating that the White Walkers are demanding information from him would expose a problem with his credibility.

He knew that the Ranshan Hall had recently suffered heavy casualties, and some members were even preparing to start their own sect.

Jin Ziyue didn't trust the people he dealt with here; the only ones he could trust were the swords in his hands.

All the hidden threats will only increase, and he doesn't have the extra energy to eliminate them one by one, nor does it matter.

After tidying up the knives, he carefully opened a sandalwood box with brocade patterns. Inside the box lay a tortoise the size of an infant's palm, with dark blue-green patterns. Its limbs and head were retracted into its shell, leaving only two tiny nostrils clearly visible under the light.

The man held the turtle and gently placed it on a soft cloth.

Then raise your hand to your heart and slowly draw out your current words of command.

"By the wise ancestors above, the unworthy descendant Jin Ziyue has defied the wishes of the clan, insisted on investigating the cause of his beloved's death, and stole the treasure that protects the clan, 'Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea,' without intending to alarm the wise elders above."

Near his heart, the air began to churn, and the old doors and windows of the entire rented room rattled slightly.

“The sinful grandson knows that his sins are heavy, but he only seeks to avenge his blood feud. He is willing to die for it.”

A silent force, like a gentle stream, transparent yet spiraling away from the body, lasted only a brief moment, yet it was like the instant ancient eyes opened, with a vast and ancient aura rising and falling, and a powerful momentum sweeping out from the house.

"Please, wise sage, step forward and lend a helping hand to this sinful grandson."

After he finished speaking, he slowly poured the immense energy in his palm into the sleeping tortoise.

"Now that I am caught in the cycle of cause and effect, and burdened by karmic obstacles, I hope that the sages of the past can guide me through this confusion."

The tortoise, about the size of a palm, peeked out of its shell and opened its bean-sized eyes.

It started to get up.

Well, I have a lot of thoughts tonight. So many people come and go in the online writing world, but who can truly leave behind their own ideas?

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(End of this chapter)