Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 180, Section 011: Intelligence
Fu Xun straightened his expression and said:

"Currently, there are four forces that have been exposed tonight. The first is the group of idiot plainclothes officers who came out in the evening, but they left as night fell, so they obviously knew their own capabilities and should be from the conservative side; the second is the group that encountered a ruthless attack in the park. That group has a strong tendency towards violence, and there is a thick-blooded monster created by the Broken Life Word among them."

Fu Xun pursed his lips, clearly thinking of that tough nut to crack, something that would be bad for his teeth.

"Are they radicals?" Jin Ziyue asked.

"I don't know, because the third group's territory is still occupied by the White Walkers, but these people are dressed more respectably and carry guns, but they don't kill, and their behavior is more restrained."

Fu Xun rested his chin on his hand, pondering: "I remember there were badges embroidered on their clothes, which should be recognizable. If I'm not mistaken, they are the radicals' henchmen."

He continued, "The fourth force is the Fatebringers, but tonight they seem to be just there for show, probably investigating why the White Walkers have been causing trouble lately."

“Their core target is me. Based on my understanding of them, they are a bunch of cowards who are afraid of death and will not risk their lives,” Jin Ziyue said.

"They won't really get involved, but if they find out we're involved in this White Walker assassination, they'll definitely spend some time investigating."

"They don't care about the Otherworlders; they just want to take advantage of the chaos to kill you," Fu Xun muttered.

"It was precisely because they did not discover my presence that they ceased their activities and coexisted peacefully with the White Walkers."

"So here's the question: who is the second force that launched the killing spree?" Fu Xun crossed his arms and tapped his elbows with his fingertips. "Among them, there's a very strange guy. [Feng He Bao Hu] has an unusually short lifespan, only about one year, but the energy he unleashes is astonishing. He's completely fearless when he fights."

"A year?" Jin Ziyue pressed.

"Hmm. White Walkers cannot have their destiny words attached to them through normal means unless a Fate Master helps them graft their destiny words. Otherwise, a White Walker will only have one destiny word in their lifetime. No matter how low it is, I don't believe that this muscular giant is a one-year-old baby."

Fu Xun said with disgust, as if he were thinking of some strange sight: a two-meter-tall burly man biting a pacifier and shrinking into a stroller.

Jin Ziyue recalled for a while and said, "I also encountered a group of strange warriors before. Their life-destiny words were exactly the same, all of them were 'sharp and ruthless,' but the life-destiny words were all incomplete and the lifespan was very short. I didn't pay much attention at the time, but I'm afraid they only had a few years left."

"The exact same wording? Wow, so you're in the same boat." Fu Xun sneered, mocking him.

Judging from the current situation, this mysterious force does indeed have a Fate Master in charge, and may even be conducting some unknown experiments to transform these White Walkers into killing machines.

Fu Xun seemed to remember something and added, "Speaking of which, the woman sleeping in the house also mentioned that there were traitors among the Fate Masters colluding with the Others, and that the Fate Masters' arrival here was all a conspiracy. She herself has become an Other, and she's still worrying about those guys."

Jin Ziyue narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this.

What else did she say?

“I didn’t ask for details. I was just trying to scare her. I didn’t have time to dawdle.” Fu Xun recalled, “I think he mentioned that someone wanted to turn the Fate Masters into Otherworlders to create a powerful fighting force.”

Jin Ziyue said in a deep voice, "I have a feeling that this mysterious force is the mastermind behind everything. But we can't completely trust what this woman says."

"Oh?" Fu Xun tilted his head. "Is there a problem?"

Jin Ziyue glanced at the direction inside the room out of the corner of his eye and said, "She herself has problems."

"why?"

Fu Xun was somewhat curious.

"I witnessed her life essence being completely absorbed by [Turning Clouds and Overturning Rain]. She shouldn't have had a life essence herself. What kind of Otherworlder has no life essence—"

"They'll become walking corpses. Deprived of energy reserves, they'll rot and die within days." Fu Xun narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. But she is alive and well, and even has a new epitaph."

"Hey, other people can only identify a destiny by either having their abilities fluctuate or by making physical contact. Are you using some kind of X-ray vision cheat?"

Fu Xun said with dissatisfaction that he had been resentful of Jin Ziyue's extraordinary abilities for a long time.

Jin Ziyue looked at him, expressionless, and reached out his hand, saying, "I held her hand three times."

"Fuck you!" Fu Xun glared and said, "Did you hear me! I'll beat you up!"

“Louder, if she wakes up, we can just break up,” Jin Ziyue said.

Fu Xun, with a stern face, said defiantly, "I actually hope she wakes up and sees your ugly face."

“Her current deathbed inscription is ‘at the mercy of others,’ and the year she was born is not very long,” Jin Ziyue said.

"This is a command that makes people indecisive and wavering in their actions. It hasn't reached the point where its power can be activated yet, has it?" Fu Xun frowned. "Isn't this kind of command meant to better control subordinates?"

At this point, he realized that the mastermind had connected Qing Yise with someone, but he didn't know how strong that connection was.

"We're close to finding the mysterious mastermind. If I'm not mistaken, that assassin legion is also connected to this mysterious organization. Next time you find those mutilated, fearless worms, remember to leave them alive."

"Okay," Fu Xun muttered.

"Go back and rest," Jin Ziyue said, tossing Fu Xun the doorman's key. "The address is on the note above."

"How many houses do you actually own?" Fu Xun couldn't help but complain.

"Not much, all thanks to the nearby White Walkers."

Fu Xun cast a disdainful glance at him: "I have never seen such a shameless person."

But soon, his eyes lit up: "I finally know why you're not short of money, brother-in-law. Give me some pocket money, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

"No money." Jin Ziyue didn't even turn his head and slammed the door shut.

……

In the early morning, birds chirped and twittered.

When Qing Yise woke up, she found herself in bed, covered tightly by a snow-white sheet, with a few rays of sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

If it weren't for the sunlight shining on her arms, creating an unusual burning sensation, she would have almost forgotten that she had become a White Walker and was enjoying the comfort of a young girl's boudoir.

She carefully wrapped herself in the blanket, pulled the curtains to completely block out the sunlight, and then sat down against the wall in frustration.

I'm still not used to my current body.

With one hand covering her sunburnt, pale arm, Qing Yise looked on with unspeakable suffering.

Fortunately, it was a rainy day when she fled a few days ago, which allowed her to wander the streets for so long.

What to do? I'm hungry, I want to...

Drink...blood...

She instinctively swallowed, banishing the thought from her mind.

Try to find something else to distract yourself.

Qing Yise thought to herself, feeling somewhat annoyed. She shouldn't have fallen asleep last night; the Others are more active at night and only feel drowsy and tired during the day.

Perhaps it was the repeated chases that weakened his body, coupled with the rare emotional release he finally had, that made him unable to hold on any longer.

She shrank back, recalling how she had cried her eyes out yesterday, and cursed:
"It's embarrassing."

But then he remembered how young people longed for the future, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his mouth in his knees.

A few strands of hair fell down, and in the dimly lit room, only her blinking eyes could be seen.

(End of this chapter)