Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 78, Section 016: Warning

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The wind rises in the middle of the night.

A dragon horse, dressed in a hospital gown, strolled along the sidewalk near the sanatorium. The road and the sidewalk were separated by layers of barbed wire, with only a gap in the wire fence of the overpass in front.

Three or four in the morning.

At this time, it was deserted and quiet, and only in very rare cases could one hear the whistling of wheels.

Despite his drowsiness, Longma felt no sleepiness whatsoever. His body constantly reminded him that his body had severed ties with the human race.

He walked onto the overpass in a daze.

The moonlight was intense, and wispy clouds churned the deep blue sky, casting a faint glow around the moon's edge.

As the dragon-horse looked up, all it could see was the vast, boundless night sky. The branches of the trees hid in the shadows of the lamplight. In the empty view, it was rare to feel a sense of groundedness, as if it were part of the world.

"Hey buddy, that guy over there."

Suddenly, to his surprise, he noticed someone calling out from the overpass.

"Are you calling me?"

When Donglongma peeked out, he discovered that someone was sitting on the ground on the overpass, surrounded by various ornaments spread out on a three-colored cloth, resembling a small stall.

"Is there anyone else here besides you and me?" A hearty laugh came from the other end, sounding particularly ethereal in the empty overpass.

You Donglongma became suspicious. Setting up a stall at this time was obviously not normal, was it?

Seeing that he didn't dare to move, the other person laughed and said, "What's wrong? Bored? It's rare to see a living person. Let's chat."

Judging from the voice, the other person was not very old, sitting cross-legged with a nonchalant attitude.

After hesitating for a moment, Yu Donglongma stepped forward and said, "Hello."

As I got closer, the vendor had a hat hanging askew on his head, half his face peeking out from under the brim. His brown eyes held a broad smile as he deliberately tilted his head back: "Hello, young man, want your fortune told?"

You Donglongma gave an awkward smile. Even if he had never seen such ridiculous scams by fortune tellers on the overpass, he had at least heard of them. He waved his hand and said, "No need."

"No money required, no money required, we're just chatting." The other person was still smiling, probably around twenty years old. Such a young fortune teller didn't have any credibility.

"You're my first customer today, so it's free, how about it?"

Although the boy's voice was still somewhat immature, the mature feeling it gave Longma a sense of unease; the other party was very likely a seasoned veteran.

"No need." You Donglongma didn't want to fall for it.

"Oh, I see..." the young street vendor said to himself, "Well, I see you don't have anything to do, let's chat here for a while. Look, I opened my stall early, it's kind of deserted."

It turns out it wasn't that I came home late, but that I got up early.

You Donglongma was somewhat impressed by the perseverance of this charlatan young man.

Seeing his smiling face, Ryoma softened a little: "Alright then."

The younger man, with his narrow eyeliner, said, "I bet you're having some troubles, right?"

There was no comment on whether the dragon horse was moving.

"Don't say anything yet, let me guess." He stopped Ryoma from saying what he was about to say, and said, "You must have been recently injured and feeling depressed, so you came out to clear your head, right? Let me guess, was the cause of your injury an explosion?"

You Donglongma's expression turned serious, and he instantly became wary: "Who are you?"

The boy leaned against the railing, half-supporting his knees, and said, "I'm just a fortune teller. Of course, if you want to call me a detective, there's nothing I can do."

"The hospital gowns are exclusive to the nearby wealthy hospitals, so it's not hard for patients to tell, right? It's understandable that they're wandering around at this hour because they can't sleep and have something on their mind, right?"

"As for the explosion, the bandage on your head and the cotton around your neck indicate that the injury area is large, and burns and scalds are inevitable. The reason it is a burn and not a scald is because the wound is black. Considering that there have been so many explosions recently, it is not hard to imagine that you must have experienced some special case."

You Donglongma was somewhat tempted: "Impressive."

The boy chuckled: "My fortune-telling skills are better than my observation skills. Would you like to give it a try, young man?"

You Donglongma suddenly felt bored. It's understandable that someone who makes a living by talking all year round would have some insight. In the end, he still can't escape the tricks of swindling and deceiving.

"Let's do it another day," he politely declined.

The young man opposite him didn't press the matter, his smile carrying a deeper meaning: "Well, whatever. You'll come back to me someday; your time is running out."

Ryoma's pupils widened as he suddenly remembered something: the hand of fate that seemed to be gripping his throat, and the curse that appeared and disappeared on his body.

"Did you see something...?" Ryoma asked suspiciously, his words seemingly without context.

The other person's smile widened: "See? My previous promise still stands, it's free."

Longma felt more and more that the other party's target was him.

"Forget it." He didn't want to fall for their tricks so easily, and fueled by a sense of pride, he turned to leave.

"Does it matter if more people around us die?"

The dragon-horse seemed to be struck by lightning.

He turned his head, his expression incredulous: "What did you say..."

The fortune teller's face was half-buried in his hair, his hat askew, his eyes gleaming with interest. A smile slowly formed at the corners of his mouth. He opened his mouth, uttering each word carefully:

"I said, it doesn't matter if people keep dying around here?"

With a solemn expression, the dragon horse turned around and said:

Please enlighten me.

"I dare not accept such praise, but I see misfortune swirling around you, a truly ominous sign of impending doom, which is why I feel compelled to offer this warning," the boy said unhurriedly. Aside from his fair complexion, he did indeed possess the tone of a wise and enlightened person.

"Great evil?"

"Of course."

"Could you elaborate?" Ryoma's tone was somewhat urgent. At this moment, it was too late to judge whether he was bluffing or telling the truth.

"Have you ever heard of the term '16 Yang Jiu'? Ancient texts record that 3,300 years is the Small Yang Jiu, or Small 16; 9,900 years is the Great Yang Jiu, or Great 16. Heavenly calamity is Yang Jiu, and Earthly deficiency is 16. It shines with the sun and moon, and perishes with heaven and earth."

His eyes were piercing, and a smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"To exchange nine years of lifespan for one hundred and sixty years of peace, that's roughly how it is."

"Could you please give me a brief explanation?" Ryoma's heart trembled.

"In other words, you may live a peaceful and joyful life for the next hundred years, provided that nine or more people are willing to die for you." (Not the literal meaning of the word)

He lowered his head, his eyes narrowed, but he kept staring at You Donglongma with a sinister gaze, as if a pair of hands were gripping You Dong's throat, making him feel terrified and want to vomit.

"You... can think about it. Right now, aside from those whose names you don't know, how many people around you have sacrificed themselves because of you..."

Ryoma tried to open his mouth, but a sudden fear choked him, and he couldn't utter a single word.

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A cold wind caressed the ground, causing the woman's skirt to flutter slightly, but her legs remained perfectly still.

Lust glanced down at his phone and checked the time.

3:40 am.

She glanced at the person walking gracefully towards her and said coldly:

"Just the few of you?"

A new character has appeared! From the next chapter onwards, those with a weak heart should proceed with caution.

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(End of this chapter)