He had long accepted his fate.
He knows that he's living on borrowed time.
Regrets.
Thank yous.
Apologizes.
Too many to say, too little time.
Then the darkness claimed him, wrapping him in a cold embrace.
His eyes snapped open.
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Before you read th...
(Should I put a Mature Warning for uncensored profanity and explicit jokes? Yea I probably should-) ~~
"Yiling Laozu"
Silver eyes open to a ceiling of a cave and a pool of crimson.
The still water ripples as Wei Wuxian stands up.
Splish splash and he climbs out from the water.
The metallic smell of the water makes him gulp and his nose scrunched.
It hadn't been long since the last time he slept near the blood pool in his Demon-Slaughtering Cave, yet the metallic smell makes him scrunch his nose and the taste of the blood lingered on the roof of his mouth.
Who the hell pull me back here again?
The last time he checks, he was in the oversized-tortoise cave, just finished fighting for his life and Suibian in Qiankun Pouch is swimming like a child.
"Yiling Laozu"
Bone-chilling voices resonated into one and calls his name. A shiver runs up his entire body. He knows whose voice he is hearing. They were his old acquaintances.
He knows that by heart, and his soul.
After all, the owner of those voices is the one that reshapes him into what people fear, and those voices are the one that assists him in walking the single-narrowed plank.
The Luanzang Gang.
A place where someone enters, there is no way to get out- a place of end despair, where all hopes are lost.
He once emerges from the same mountain and learned the secret of the mountain.
It allows him to sympathize with the dead and control them to his will.
He looks down and notices that he still wears the same clothing as before he passed out.
Thank god they don't do anything to this clothing. I got no changes for this one.
A sweep of wind has taken him into a new place.
In front of him now, is his childhood room in LianhuaWu. The trinkets and kinds of stuff that probably Jiang Cheng burned in his previous life after he died.
What are they trying to do, guilt trip me? Makes me feel sorry for myself, manipulating me into letting them control my body.
Whirls of questions roll through Wei Wuxian's head till the gust of wind is back and he's back to the wicked place.
"What do you want from me"
His fist clenched and his nails dig into his hand, blood slowly dripping from his palm.
He would be lying if he said that he's not scared shitless. Before him is himself in Yiling Laozu's glory.
But he knows who the person is.
He is scared and angry. Before him is the thing he had fallen into.
But before him, is also the only thing that made him survive the war.
'Yiling Laozu' opens their mouth, a cacophony of thousand souls resonates into one, and a loud alarm blares in his head.
"You"
"We want you"
Another drop of blood clashes against the cold stone ground.
"Why?"
A sigh and a rustle.
A pale, bony finger lifts Wei Wuxian's chin to meet the eyes of the entity before him.
"You, you heard us and listens to our pain and joy, instead of vanquishing us immediately like those sects"
The 's' in that sentence dragged out, forming the sound kin to a hate hiss.
Once again, his surrounding changes back into the Burial Mound, back to the spot where he was first thrown into.
"WE met you here. YOU defeated other ghosts for you to stand here"
Wei Wuxian descends into silence and his normal chattering has gone completely.
He asked, "Why?"
"Why do you follow me"
Such courage must've been used for him to mutter such a question.
The creature before him hums.
"I wonder why"
...
"Why such lengths to follow me here? To make me suffer? To remind me of all the mistakes you and I have made?"
"Unless you wish to suffer, you WILL bow to us"
"But that didn't happen last time, did it? I emerge from hell on earth."
..
"Very well. Did you remember when YOU didn't listen to us"
The Burial Mound knows no secret. Everyone who falls into them will never escape their clutches, even if they have their body "outside" of the barrier.
Wuxian's eyes widened, once again he witness the Wen remnants he thought of as his family.
He knows it's wrong to trust an unknown entity, like the beauty in front of him. Yet, here he is, all broken and alone, the memory of being torn into pieces by the same entity that speaks sickly 'sweet' now.
The Luanzang Gang cups Wei Wuxian's face with their palms, offering some f̶a̶l̶s̶e̶F̶a̶L̶s̶E̶f̶A̶L̶s̶e̶F̶a̶L̶S̶E̶ comfort.
"Our gem. OUR Precious gem. We will keep YOU"
Cackling of laugh cacophony in the room as Wei Wuxian drops to the floor, eyes widened and tremble in fear due to knowing the meaning behind those words.
He'll be STUCK with them.
He is THEIRS.
And he's sure, the Luanzang Gang won't let their prey escape easily.
Next, Chapter 28: Comforted By Words Is a Facade of Knowing Things
~ Word count: 792 It's pretty short. This is just another interlude chapter and I kinda want to put how the relationship between Burial Mound and WWX himself.
I could say WWX is respectful towards the dead, as he buried back the corpses he used in war.
In other words, I just want to put a chapter for a meme 😔
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