Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 360, Section 52: The Meeting (Part 7)

After Wen Fengsheng finished speaking, Jin Ziyue was stunned for a long time.

His words are like a bright lamp crossing the dark night, dazzling the traveler and making him lose his senses.

Fu Xun was also somewhat taken aback.

Only a few people present, their expressions hidden behind masks, waited quietly for Wen Fengsheng to continue.

"Let's start with what interests you the most."

Wen Fengsheng crossed his arms and said, "First of all, we need to find out where Brother Jin is."

"A few years ago, during the Battle of Dingjun Mountain, we thought everyone had perished."

"Those who investigated this matter all said it was an accident, believing that no one survived the massive collapse."

Jin Ziyue had not heard in detail about the Battle of Dingjun Mountain, only that when the enemy was on the verge of death, they used spatial collapse to perish together with everyone else in order to besiege the Otherworldly Demons.

It wasn't until today that he heard news of Lao Jin again.

"Actually, the most incredible thing is this."

"Our understanding of spatial collapse is limited. We only know that it is an extremely dangerous ability. When space is chaotic, a person's body will basically be torn to pieces once they enter, and there are very few cases of survival."

"And Brother Jin and the others who were besieging him at the time should have completely disappeared from this world as the collapsed space disappeared."

“But there are always exceptions.” Wen Fengsheng smiled wryly.

Every year, many strange and unusual phenomena occur around the world.

"One of them is an unsung song."

"Near the Siberian mountain range, locals reported occasionally hearing men singing but never seeing them. However, because of the remote location and the different languages ​​spoken, no one paid any attention."
"Soon afterward, along the Barents Sea coast in the Western Hemisphere, near Lake Huron in Zone 17, and all over the world, along the coast near the Tropic of Cancer, fishermen nearby could occasionally hear this kind of song hummed by a Chinese man."

"The sound is not loud and doesn't last long; it disappears almost as soon as the wind blows through."

"This incident was once considered a supernatural tale, said to be about a man from District 9 who died far from home, whose wronged spirit could not find its way back home and thus continued to wander in the vicinity."

"It wasn't until it attracted the attention of relevant departments that they began to investigate the anomalies."

“It just so happens that there is a Chinese-American Fate Master in District 17. He noticed that this phenomenon was accompanied by the energy of the Fate Text.”

"And this precept—"

Wen Fengsheng looked at Jin Ziyue.

Jin Ziyue instantly understood his meaning, and his expression became somewhat stiff.

"It is indeed gossip."

……

Fu Xun glanced at Jin Ziyue with some concern.

Jin Ziyue had regained his expressionless demeanor and nodded to Wen Fengsheng, signaling him to continue.

"The songs are diverse in content, but you can vaguely tell that they are Li Zongsheng's songs, such as 'I've Crossed the Ocean to See You' and 'Ordinary Man's Song'."

"And... occasional self-narration..."

Wen Fengsheng took out his phone and started recording.

"Hu-hu-"

The sound of wind carried on the breeze, mingled with faint human voices:
“I am…lai, I am in…ji.”

The familiar voice, even when carried by the wind, was still clearly audible.

A slight glint appeared in Jin Ziyue's eyes, and his long-dormant heart was stirred with uncontrollable waves.

"Based on the location, it's not hard to tell that it's within the Arctic Circle."

Wen Fengsheng said.

Old Jin... is trapped in the Arctic.

Jin Ziyue remained silent.

For years, the man had been out of contact, and just when everyone thought he was dead, news of him appeared at the farthest point on a planet.

They survived the spatial collapse...

Still alive, still alive.

"He was trapped in the Arctic for five years. Taking advantage of July, the search and rescue team set off a month ago."

Wen Fengsheng sighed:
"After that, we intercepted the voices coming from the rumors more frequently. Although some of them were severely distorted, at least we were able to confirm Brother Jin's safety."

"Based on frequency, over an average of five years, he sent out nearly 100,000 messages through the vortex of gossip to seek help from the outside world."

"The probability of it being carried out of the Arctic by a cyclone and then received is extremely low."

"Fortunately, we finally found it, and the icebreaker is already on its way to rescue us."

Wen Fengsheng spoke with some emotion.

Imagine a frozen wasteland, a man walking through the snow, his imposing figure covered in ice and snow.

With each step, a lonely trail of footprints is left behind, which are quickly buried by the wind and snow...

He lived on the Arctic for five years.

Jin Ziyue was somewhat lost in thought.

"Don't worry, you'll be reunited soon," Wen Fengsheng said with a reassuring smile.

"Ah."

Jin Ziyue nodded, a rare occurrence for him.

Wen Fengsheng, seeing this, said, "The next one is someone you're more concerned about."

Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun felt a sudden pang in their hearts, and their breathing subconsciously slowed down.

"Miss Fu's whereabouts."

Wen Fengsheng said in a deep voice, "I believe you should now be familiar with the realm of the soul and be able to understand the concept of the soul. Many illusions are based on the effects on the soul in order to simulate real harm."

"Although Miss Fu passed away from illness, her soul..."

Jin Ziyue looked at Wen Fengsheng and found that the other man was also staring at him.

"It has appeared here."

He continued, "Two years ago."

"At that time, we didn't know her and mistook her for an ordinary mountain spirit."

Wen Fengsheng said.

Jin Ziyue lowered his head and remained silent.

Two years ago, it was when Fu Qin passed away and he was frantically searching for the cause.

He could sense something was wrong, but no matter how hard he investigated, searching everywhere he could—hospitals, companies, residences, even funeral homes—he returned to his rented room in despair.

At that time...

Was Fu Qin brought here...?

His fists clenched instinctively.

"And now?" Fu Xunqing couldn't help but ask.

Wen Fengsheng continued, "She should still be in Zuojingdu, but a soul cannot wander forever. If it is too weak, it may be devoured by the wandering fate at any time and may reside in any conscious host body."

Jin Ziyue thought of the girls from before. They all bore some resemblance to Fu Qin; Fu Qin's soul, fragmented, had merged into their destinies, subtly influencing their actions.

And myself...

Nearly half of the souls have already been collected.

It is currently being nurtured within the [Soul Prayer and Dream Invocation], which is why Jin Ziyue is reluctant to take out this destiny inscription.

In other words, Fu Qin can return as long as the other half of her soul is found.

“Actually, you can ask the Goddess about this,” Wen Fengsheng said.

His words enlightened Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun.

Correct.

If she appears here, she is probably related to the so-called goddess.

"What exactly is a goddess?"

Fu Xun asked blankly, beginning to take an interest in this mysterious 'deity'.

"This form of existence may be difficult for others to understand; but for those who control destiny, it may be a clearer concept."

Wen Fengsheng laughed and said, "In the Goddess's territory, this is all I can say. Any more would be disrespectful to the Goddess."

"After we finish discussing, I'll take you to see the Goddess Palace."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "How much you discover depends on yourselves."

"Thank you for your trouble." Jin Ziyue nodded.

"You're too kind," Wen Fengsheng waved his hand and said.
"What I just talked about were all information clues. Now, I'll talk about the most practical guarantee."

He looked at the group of people behind him and nodded.

The six people, who had remained low-key and silent throughout, suddenly seemed to have a renewed vigor and come alive.

The six people nodded to him in greeting.

“My brothers.” Wen Fengsheng turned to look at Jin Ziyue, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Some of them are people you know."

"Bang—!" At that moment, the door to the private room was opened.

"Is Lao Jin there? I'm here!"

A woman with burgundy hair peeked in from behind the door.

(End of this chapter)