I'll Fix Everything | Wangxian

Chapter seventeen

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[Assault]

The air, so thick with resentment, Wei Ying could barely breathe.

Minutes, hours, possibly even weeks later, his eyes cracked open to be met with darkness, as far as he could see it was just darkness and swirling dust, dancing with the wind.

Wei Ying whimpered, the sound so feeble that even Grandmaster Qiren's heart ached hearing it, Wei Wuxian~

The voices called, creepy, airy voices slithering beside his ears, Wei Ying flinched, Wei Wuxian you owe us~

Don't you want revenge, A-Xian? It taunted, taking the voice of his shije.

Wei Ying sobbed, whining in the pain it caused as his heart started to falter, his pulse slowing, his life force wilting like the rest of the Burial Mounds.

Lan Zhan found his lips trembling already, he tightened his grip on Wei Ying's hand as Jiang Yanli secured the hug she currently had on him.

"Wei Wuxian!" The voice of his brother called and it was convincing too, no longer eerie, Wei Ying flinched.

"Xianxian..."

Wei Ying's eyes fluttered and he continued to cry as motionlessly as possible, his state heartbreaking.

Tears leaked from his eyes cascading through the dirt on his face, disrupting it in their paths, leaking into all the cracks in his skin and into his skull.

Wei Ying whimpered, revealing the fact that some of his teeth had fallen and shattered in the fall, the shards now making a home in the bottom of his mouth. His jaw was lopsided, dislocated making him look like a puppet, his chest was rising up and down like waves showing that he had essentially been flattened in some places, and his legs were bent and turned in crazy directions.

Wei Wuxian should not be alive, if his twisted arms said anything.

Yanli struggled to breathe. She was crying so hard, "Xianxian!" She wailed, hiding in his hair.

Wei Ying was flinching all over the place, watching this hell, he turned and hid in his shije's arms, whimpering.

Closing his eyes, Wei Ying accepted death, breathing best he could though, he sounded like wind in a bottle... until...

"Wei Ying..."

Said boy's eyes snapped open, if anyone were powerful enough to infiltrate the Burial Mounds, it'd be Lan Wangji, "L-Lan An'?" He slurred, trying to move but he just wound up injuring himself further, he cried out, "L-Lan An?!" He wailed, "S-Save me..."

Lan Zhan watching could barely do so any longer, and they'd just started. But watching the boy he loves suffer so greatly, watching him die, it was too much to bear.

"Wei Ying..."

Wei Ying sobbed, writhing in agony from being pushed down yet once again, he rose.

He couldn't move, not much anyway, and so looking up and around revealing the horrifying sight of his battered skull, Wei Ying's eyes locked on a sword.

He knew this sword, it was the sword he found in the Xwuanyu cave. Wei Ying frowned, whimpering again, he began to crawl with his family in mind.