Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 386.078. The Blade of Vengeance
Chen Ruolan did hear the sound of an explosion.

Although it's unclear what happened, it's obviously unrealistic for "fratricide" to escape the old butler's sight so easily.

and……

She changed her outfit.

The original white wedding dress was replaced with a simpler women's suit, which made her look less girlish and more alluring.

Do you have a clone?
"meet again."

[Internecine strife] Approaching leisurely, as if strolling in a courtyard.

Chen Xingtong's expression turned unfriendly, and she retorted sarcastically:

"Are you like a dog-skin plaster? You've got yourself stuck, haven't you?"

Chen Ruolan slammed her suitcase down with a thud. Without a word, the metal case began to extend, like a lively metal snake. The disassembled parts deformed in a dazzling manner, then quickly reassembled, coiled, and twisted together. With a flick of her wrist, a long spear appeared in her hand.

The spear tip continued to spin a few more times under the action of the gears until it stopped, at which point the sharp, cold metallic glint was revealed.

She pointed her gun at the "fratricide" and said with a smile:
"Be careful, I might poke a few holes in you."

[Internecine strife] Covering her mouth: "This young lady is quite the joker."

"No, I'm very serious." Chen Ruolan looked at her and said, "Under my domain, your command is completely useless."

[Internecine strife] He glanced at her sideways, a smirk playing on his lips: "I mean, you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ruolan smiled confidently and said, "Why don't you try and see?"

Having said that, he brandished his gun, stepped back, and swiftly advanced, blocking Chen Xingtong behind him.

At the same time, an invisible force field rippled out from her body like water, giving people the illusion that they could not breathe.

[Fighting each other] I frowned slightly. This feeling of discomfort, even though it was the second time I had experienced it, was still hard to shake off.

The intimidating presence of [Tiger Silent Incense] swept across the entire venue.

Each ripple of the force field, like the beating of war drums before a battle, steadily increased Chen Ruolan's momentum.

At this moment, in the act of "mutual slaughter," one cannot utilize the energy of life-giving words; one can only rely on this body for close combat.

As Chen Ruolan's gun swept over, she retreated while turning to the side, and in the process, she struck out with both palms.

Chen Ruolan did not expect her first shot to be effective. The gun is a weapon that grows stronger with each battle. When the opponent is repeatedly defeated, the momentum of the gun is like a flood that has been unleashed and cannot be stopped.

[Mutual Destruction] He regretted it as soon as he struck out with both hands. This kind of gun was not something that the human body could withstand, let alone the gun of a violent person like Chen Ruolan.

With just a flick of the wrist, a sharp pain shot through both palms, accompanied by the cracking sound of his elbows.

The woman who resembled Chen Xingtong cried out in pain, ignoring the bloody gashes on her palms, and retreated.

Chen Ruolan gained the upper hand, took a few steps to catch up, and changed the swing of her spear into a thrust.

He held the gun in one hand and stabbed the woman repeatedly.

[Fighting each other] Forced against the wall with nowhere to retreat, they could only keep pressing themselves against the wall, turning around in a sorry state, until they bumped into a standing potted plant and staggered to the ground.

The upright potted plant hurtled towards her. Its lush foliage was as tall as a person. As the plant fell, the falling leaves mixed with sand and soil obscured the view of the "mutually destructive" situation.

In the blink of an eye, [Mutual Killing] suddenly felt a pain in his ribs, followed by the shock of his back hitting the ground.

As the excruciating pain of being pierced through her body by a hard object surged through her, she couldn't help but open her mouth wide, her expression contorted in agony.

Chen Ruolan showed no mercy. With her right hand gripping the gun handle, she twisted her wrist and pressed down, pushing the gun tip even deeper into the flesh of the "mutual slaughter."

"Uh-"

The woman's screams did not elicit any sympathy from Chen Ruolan. She looked down at the woman, blocking out the light from the ceiling and making her face appear even more gloomy.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say before you die?" Chen Ruolan asked succinctly.

Perhaps the old housekeeper was negligent and let her escape, but for Chen Ruolan, killing her would be as easy as turning her hand.

"Ha, ha." The woman who had fallen to the ground gasped for breath. "Is that all you've got? Aren't you talking big too soon?"

Chen Ruolan ignored her stubbornness.

[Internecine Killing] Panting, he laughed, "What beautiful marksmanship! I wonder if he can be just as sharp when killing his own people."

Chen Ruolan glared at her fiercely, her temper flaring instantly: "You're disgusting, aren't you?"

She raised her arm, pulled the gun tip away from the woman's dying body, and held it up, pointing it directly at the chest of the woman who was killing her own flesh.

His gaze was chilling.

……

"Ouch."

A soft call came from the kitchen, where smoke was rising from the chimney.

"Bean, what's wrong?"

Yan Wuxun was busy chopping vegetables, not even having time to turn his head. He was busy preparing lunch for more than a dozen people, and he couldn't spare a moment to himself. As he asked the question, the cleaver kept clattering on the cutting board, and vegetable leaves were sputtering out in strips.

"I cut my hand."

Douzi clicked his tongue, put down the potato in his hand, and shook off the half-peeled potato skin.

The boy looked at his finger, squeezed out beads of blood, and hissed as he inhaled and exhaled.

"Be careful, clean the wound and disinfect it later." Yan Wuxun glanced at the injury quickly, his hands still busy.

"Ouch."

This time it wasn't the sound of beans.

Yan Wuxun frowned. He had practiced knife skills for several years and had never cut his hand before.

But now, there's a gash on my index finger, and blood is flowing out.

What happened? Both of them got cut at once; the whole thing has a sinister feel to it.

“Brother Xun, I heard that cutting your hand is a bad omen,” Douzi said.

He felt a sudden pang of anxiety for no reason, and his mind drifted to someone who lived in the same city but was as far away as an insurmountable chasm.

"Brother Xun, what's wrong?"

Douzi noticed that Yan Wuxun had stopped wielding his knife and couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, just superstition. Let's stop the bleeding first."

Yan Wuxun shook his head and wiped the water off his hands with his apron.

Despite saying this, his eyelids twitched wildly, and the unease in his heart pounded like a drum.

The phrases "sharing happiness" and "sharing hardship" are most directly linked to someone with a striking presence: someone whose hair is a vibrant red that flies around them when they turn around.

He rubbed his wound with his thumb, lost in thought.

……

Chen Xingtong followed closely behind Chen Ruolan, fearing that the "internal strife" might pull some tricks again, and that she could warn her immediately if anything happened.

Thinking this, Chen Xingtong drew the dagger from her waist and slowly walked forward.

Ok?
She was stunned for a moment. Why did I draw my dagger?
Then she realized what was happening.

No, why would I walk up there?

No, I didn't mean to go up there!

My body started moving on its own!
Sensing something amiss, she jolted awake and her eyes widened instantly.

Wait, why can't I feel the staring motion?

She was startled to realize that her consciousness was no longer in her body!
"Ruolan! Watch out behind you!"

She wanted to shout it out, but it only stayed in her mind; in reality, she couldn't do anything.

Sound, movement, everything was blocked!

[Fratricide], it must be her!
Chen Ruolan had already raised her gun high, ready to stab it like a hedgehog.

Behind her, "Chen Xingtong" even had a moment to glance in her direction with a strange look, revealing a triumphant smile, before suddenly thrusting the dagger she was holding forward.

"and many more!"

Chen Xingtong exclaimed in surprise, but remained silent.

"Chen Ruolan, run!" Chen Xingtong felt so anxious that tears were about to spill over.

……

"Bah."

Two metallic sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Chen Ruolan's gun pierced the chest of [the one who killed each other].

He himself shuddered violently.

The moment the dagger pierced through, the force pushed her slightly towards the wall, and she immediately used the gun in her right hand as a fulcrum to stabilize herself.

Then, he couldn't help but cough.

She lowered her eyes, and a small dagger tip protruded from her clothes on her left chest.

The blood instantly soaked through the coat.

A figure leaned closer and whispered in Chen Xingtong's ear:

"I told you, you were talking big too soon."

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