Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 351, Section 43: Past Events (Part 1)

The temporary warehouse was a dilapidated little house. When Jin Ziyue had a lot of weapons and equipment and there was no space to store them, he would transfer some of them here for safekeeping.

Yan Wuxun lowered his head, woke up his phone screen, and glanced at the time.

11:00 AM.

Douzi sat quietly next to him, without making a fuss.

"It's time to cook, otherwise Chen Ruolan will start nagging us again when she gets back."

"I'll help," Douzi chimed in.

Yan Wuxun stood up, his body aching, and realized with dismay that this was neither a rented room nor his own shop, and there were no kitchen utensils.

Tianyu advised, "Brother Yan, you should rest first. Don't worry about lunch."

“That won’t do. That girl’s tastes are getting more and more discerning. I’m afraid she won’t be used to the food from outside.”

Yan Wuxun persisted.

“But it’s not convenient to move around now, and it might not be so safe outside,” Tianyu said softly.

Yan Wuxun was about to say something when the door creaked open outside.

"no need."

Jin Ziyue walked in.

Yan Wuxun looked at him.

"Ruolan won't be back for the time being. She's going out to play with Qi Tongshan for a couple of days."

"Oh," Yan Wuxun replied reluctantly, "Then let's prepare ours."

Jin Ziyue opened the box, took out a decent T-shirt and changed into it, then asked, "Where are your boots? Let me treat your injuries first."

Yan Wuxun was taken aback, and Douzi shook his head.

"Hey, where are the boots?"

"Pfft." Fu Xun laughed affectedly.

Tianyu squinted, and the orange cat was lying in his arms, lazily half-closing its eyes, its snow-white front paws swaying.

"I was terrified! I thought we'd left our boots behind." Yan Wuxun slapped his forehead.

"Almost..." Tianyu added insult to injury.

Jin Ziyue stepped forward, and the boots opened their eyes, affectionately rubbing against his hand and occasionally licking it.

Intangible and formless energy began to be transmitted.

[Carbon gas] was slowly transmitted into the boots through the contact between the two people's limbs.

The feeling of being a healer gradually softened in Jin Ziyue's meridians, making his overall demeanor more gentle.

Jin Ziyue took out the [Food Without Knowing the Stomach] and used it as feed for [Medicine as Life]. He crushed the [Food Without Knowing the Stomach] and transformed it into the most primitive life energy, which was absorbed by the life energy on his body.

Jin Ziyue was worried that Lao Yan had suffered internal injuries, so he focused on transferring energy into Lao Yan's body, allowing the life essence to promote the circulation of energy and repair itself.

Yan Wuxun's body began to heat up, and beads of sweat were being expelled from his skin. This metabolic rate was too fast, and his physique couldn't handle it. He frowned from time to time.

"Hang in there, you'll be almost there after a little more rest," Jin Ziyue said.

Yan Wuxun gritted his teeth, nodded, and tried to distract himself by talking.

"Are you alright here?"

"rest assured."

"Where are the enemies?"

"Don't worry, they're all dead."

Yan Wuxun's forehead was beaded with sweat: "My heart is pounding with fear..."

"What is their goal?"

"They're looking for me. Of course, it might also be related to Qi Tongshan."

"Won't it be dangerous for Chen Ruolan to follow that fierce girl?" Yan Wuxun asked.

Jin Ziyue paused for a moment, then said:
"Don't worry, she's safe."

"On the contrary, now that our address has been exposed, we may face a lot of trouble, which could also put you in danger."

Yan Wuxun laughed heartily: "What's there to be afraid of? I'm lucky to be alive!"

Douzi nodded vigorously, "Mmm!"

Fu Xun and Tian Yu, being the sensible ones, remained silent.

This time it was just luck, but what about next time?

Neither of them had any ability to protect themselves.

"Let's rest first, I'll take care of lunch. Tianyu, come and help out."

As Jin Ziyue spoke, he walked out first.

Tianyu responded and followed, leaving Yan Wuxun and Douzi staring at each other.

……

"We don't have any stoves, so we'll just have to make do with an induction cooker."

Jin Ziyue took out the prepared dough.

"it is good."

Tianyu glanced at him, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Ask whatever you want." Jin Ziyue continued working, unpacking the fabric.

"Brother Jin, why did you bring Brother Yan and Douzi along? Isn't it too dangerous for them...?"

Tianyu asked in a very low voice, afraid that they would hear her.

Jin Ziyue paused for a moment, still holding the ham bag open, before slowly putting it away.

He looked at Tianyu and said, "I haven't told you about their situation yet."

Tianyu nodded and waited quietly for what would follow.

"When we were sixteen, Lao Yan, Douzi, and Ruolan had a little trouble. It was because of that incident that Lao Yan lost all his talents; Douzi's intelligence regressed and he was forever frozen in time; and Ruolan also lost her mother and later transferred to District 16."

"I don't know about Ruolan's situation, but Lao Yan and Douzi both suffered from severe aftereffects later on."

Jin Ziyue spoke softly.

"From that time on, Lao Yan was in a daze, unable to muster any energy to do anything, and no matter how hard he tried, he always failed; Douzi, on the other hand, lost normal interpersonal and learning abilities due to mild intellectual disability, and he had nothing but a smile."

Tianyu felt a little sad and looked in the direction of Yan Wuxun and Douzi.

“Back then, my ability to control fate wasn’t good enough, so I asked my father to help them analyze their fates. As a result, he identified these two fate interpretations.”

His eyes lifted slightly, changing their focus.

"Sharing happiness and hardship"

"Old Yan, who is burdened with the 'sharing of hardships' destiny, has absorbed almost all the bad omens in the surrounding area; similarly, Douzi, who is burdened with the 'sharing of blessings' destiny, is also absorbing the good omens in the vicinity. The two of them are almost in opposition."

Tianyu was somewhat surprised and subconsciously shrank back.

"My father told me that these two pronouncements were too powerful, and once they showed their strength, they would attract the covetous eyes of those with ulterior motives."

"The current situation is that 'sharing blessings' has alleviated the calamities of 'sharing hardships,' while 'sharing hardships' has overshadowed the auspiciousness of 'sharing blessings.'"

"The two can only coexist peacefully if they remain within a certain range. Once they separate, the life force contained in either one will cause a huge uproar."

"This is a dead end, and we can't touch it for now. Old Yan needs to rely on Beans to increase his chances of survival, and Beans also need Old Yan to overshadow his brilliance."

"If it weren't for Douzi, Lao Yan might not have been so lucky today."

"Oh, oh," Tianyu said, suddenly realizing.

"Let's get back to why we brought the two of them along."

Jin Ziyue unpacked the beef jerky, added it to the noodle soup, turned on the heat, and listened to the soup bubbling.

"I don't know what happened back then, but both of them are behaving so strangely. What about Chen Ruolan?"

Jin Ziyue reached out with his chopsticks to stir the bottom of the pot.

Tianyu understood.

"Brother Jin thinks they might have some connection with Sister Ruolan. Do you want to help them?"

"Ah."

“But unfortunately, [Tiger Ink Incense] has nothing to do with their destinies,” Jin Ziyue said.

"It's not that easy to spot, is it?" Tianyu scratched his head.

He glanced into the middle of the room. Old Yan handed his phone to Douzi, who was happily playing Tetris. Yan Wuxun watched him quietly, without saying a word.

Jin Ziyue sprinkled the last lettuce, and white mist rose from the noodle soup.

“I don’t want Lao Yan to stay depressed forever, nor do I want Douzi to never grow up. So I have to take them on a risk.”

He turned off the induction cooker, portioned out the noodles, and then poured in the white broth from the bottom of the pot.

Even instant noodles can be cooked to a delicious flavor.

Jin Ziyue knocked on the wall and called out in the direction of Yan Wuxun and Douzi, "Dinner's ready."

(End of this chapter)