Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 277 007. Blood Flowing in the Apartment at Dusk

"Okay, okay, I'm really sorry to have troubled you, teacher."

Inside the room, the man apologized repeatedly, while the woman listened quietly, unconsciously wiping the corner of her apron over and over again.

"beep--"

I finally hung up the phone.

Jin Junlai let out a breath.

"What is it?" Jin's mother asked.

Jin Junlai's face lit up with joy, and he said, "Great news! That brat hugged a girl in front of everyone at school."

Mrs. Jin looked displeased and said, "Stop being so indecent. Isn't this public harassment? What will the girl say?"

"It's a girl from the Fu family," Jin Junlai said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Jin's mother nodded, stood up, wiped her skirt, and hurried to the kitchen: "We'll have an extra meal tonight."

She thought for a moment and realized that it wasn't quite right to say it like that, so she added, "Tell your son to bring the Fu siblings home tonight. Tell them that she hasn't come to visit in a long time, and that you miss her. Let's have dinner together tonight."

Jin Junlai's expression turned solemn, and he straightened his chest and saluted, saying, "Yes, sir."

He immediately resumed his cheerful demeanor: "You don't miss her, you're just thinking about your daughter-in-law."

Jin's mother rolled her eyes at him: "Isn't it the same? How many ribs are left in the refrigerator? If it's not enough, go and get some more."

"Then is it alright if I go and get two more pounds of liquor?"

"No."

"Then one jin (500ml) it is." Dad Jin held up one finger and said solemnly, "I won't get drunk."

Seeing that Jin's mother didn't speak, he tentatively asked, "Half a jin?"

Jin's mother glared at him.

"I'm not buying anymore, I'm not buying anymore." Jin Junlai immediately backed down, packed up his coat, and fled the house as if he were running away.

……

Walking along the country lane, Jin Junlai was in a very good mood today.

The brat is already eyeing the cabbage! The couple had been watching the two young people flirting but making no progress, leaving them anxious and helpless.

The two had been tacitly understanding each other for so long, and then they suddenly hugged. It was a bit unexpected, so it's no wonder the wife was so happy.

He was thinking about the pork rib stall at the market, and his steps were light.

Suddenly, as I walked, the frequency of my leg swings slowed down, and finally, I stopped.

Jin Junlai, with a cigarette butt dangling from his lips, took the last drag, and the sparks suddenly blazed brightly, like the red afterglow of the setting sun reflected in his eyes.

"They really have no eyes."

He flicked away the cigarette butt expressionlessly and turned to walk towards a shared apartment building.

The apartment was clearly old; peeling paint covered the walls with faded advertisements. On the black-and-white missing person posters, the missing child's eyes were blurred, but you could vaguely sense that his eyes were staring intently at the person who came to see him.

Jin Junlai could already smell the strong stench of blood, and the nauseating smell of sewage creatures that neither the fumes nor the aroma of food could mask.

As evening approached and the sun set, unclean things also blended into the night, becoming active like bats and mosquitoes.

White Walkers can be found here; these rats have been running rampant lately.

Jin Junlai ran his fingertips along the wall, as if recalling the scene of the monster slowly climbing the stairs, supported by the wall.

He followed the trail, step by step, toward the second floor of the apartment.

The old-style apartment building had narrow stairwells, and the dilapidated stairwell lights, like those of an old man in his twilight years, seemed pale and weak. Leather shoes clattered on the stairs with a crisp "tap, tap."

The door to the left was wide open, with a half-closed iron gate covered by a wire mesh screen. A second solid wood door stood quietly against the wall, revealing a corner of the hall inside.

Jin Jun could smell the strong stench of blood even without going inside.

He pushed open the iron gate and calmly walked in.

The other party didn't seem to be hiding anything; its presence could be found in the living room.

Inside was a ravenous beast with hooked claws on its fingers, which easily hooked into the body of the fallen woman, plunging in and tearing large chunks of bloody flesh apart.

It glanced at Jin Junlai, its chewing sounds continuing unabated as it kept its head down, stuffing flesh and skin into its mouth. The blood and foam from the White Walker's mouth hadn't been wiped away, seeping into its teeth and making them appear even whiter.

"An arrogant rat." Jin Junlai wasn't annoyed. He asked, "Do you have any accomplices?"

"What did you say?" the White Walker glanced at him and said, "The hunters in District 9 are indeed incredibly fast, but I wonder how the meat is."

The other party seemed to have some background. Unlike other White Walkers, it did not become extremely ferocious and eager to kill people to silence them when it was discovered while eating people.

Jin Junlai looked at him with a curious expression and teased, "Oh, a rat from out of town. Judging from your accent, you're a scumbag from District 16, right?"

The other person seemed to sense the provocation in Jin Junlai's tone, stopped eating, and put the woman down. The woman's death looked like a large piece of bread had been sliced ​​off, and blood smeared the floor, seeping into the cracks under the coffee table.

The White Walker wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "You seem to have some skill."

"What are you babbling about, you foreigner? Just say what you have to say." Jin Junlai had no intention of talking. His aura suddenly intensified, like a lion opening its eyes from the body of a gentle middle-aged man and leaping out from his spine.

"A remarkable killing intent," the White Walker exclaimed in admiration.

Its two paws were placed in front of its body, one in front of the other, in an attacking posture. Gray fur grew vigorously, covering its body, and even its face was wrinkled and ferocious. Its sharp teeth interlocked and grew longer, and its back and shoulder muscles gradually expanded, so that its body had to hunch over.

It looks rather comical, more like a gray rat wearing clothes.

"But you're still a bit short of killing me!" The White Walker didn't care whether the other party understood or not; blue smoke slowly rose from his body, and thick smoke enveloped the hall.

Jin Jun narrowed his eyes; the other party was using the power of destiny.

[Warfare Begins]

The holder possesses barbarian blood and can transform into a werewolf. This lineage originated from a nomadic people, but gradually disappeared as their religious totems faded.

Can switch between werewolf and normal state. Werewolves have innate racial abilities: Smoke of War, Roaring Prison, Wild Sense of Smell, Limb Enhancement, Pain Desensitization, and Bloodlust Frenzy.

Two hundred years.

Jin Junlai was surprised that the other party's destiny phrase did not seem to be his original one. The He clan did not have the concept of border barbarians, so it must have been something the other party had acquired later. In other words, the other party knew about the existence of the destiny phrase and had the ability to manipulate it, which was rare among the White Walkers.

"Roar—" With a beastly roar from within the smoke, the opponent placed its hands on the ground, lowered its waist, and pounced on all fours, reaching Jin Junlai in a single leap. With a second burst of strength, it soared into the air, its arms outstretched, the blade gaining momentum from the impact, and thrusting towards Jin Junlai's heart.

"This is a pretty high level of power even among the White Walkers," Jin Jun muttered to himself. The smoke around him instantly dissipated, as if invisible waves of air rippled out from under his feet, stirring the airflow and preventing the smoke from getting in.

He had already raised his hand when the opponent leaped up, but because the movement was too leisurely, it was out of place with the high-speed leaping White Walker, creating a sense of lag. The man's comment followed immediately: "But the strength and technique are a bit rough."

Before he could finish speaking, the other person's hand was already pouncing in front of him. Jin Junlai still showed no sign of moving his legs, but his hand was already raised, ready to grab the other person's wrist.

The White Walker was somewhat surprised by the opponent's naivety. Even if it did take the claw, the opponent would be unable to stop its momentum. Once it crashed into the opponent, the human's physical strength would be as fragile as paper, leaving no room for maneuver.

Suddenly, Jin Junlai stretched out his wrist and twisted it forward, clamping the opponent's wrist joint from the side like a tiger's claw, pinching the connection between the opponent's tendons and veins. He twisted his index finger and thumb, and at the same time, he pulled the opponent back along with the momentum of the fall. While dissipating the force, he stepped forward with his left foot and slightly lowered it. His left shoulder thrust to the side, and the back of his hand shot out like a slingshot, hitting the opponent's unsuspecting opening.

"boom--"

In mere milliseconds, the man's fluid movements left the Otherworldly dazed and confused. It lost its footing, staggering back several steps, its blood churning. Trying to breathe, it discovered its chest was severely caved in, its lungs badly injured.

(End of this chapter)