Secret & Lies (the forsaken #1) [WangXian FF]

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The days went by so fast it was almost a month since the last time Wei Wuxian saw Lan Wangji.

In that time, Wei Wuxian studied all the ancient books, the modern books, scouring the internet, and did almost everything to find out about Lan Wangji's strange condition that made him change hair colors and freeze things. 

Well, he saw the tea was frozen, he didn't know about any other objects. Added the hundred years old snow orchid, he came to a conclusion that Lan Wangji was poisoned by the most deadly ancient poison, the Icy Soul Devourer. 

It was written that the ancient alchemist master created the poison to protect the legendary mythical treasure vault, The Forsaken, from the treasure hunters. And it was coincidentally the same one that he, the head of Shadow Guards, was in charge of.

The good news was that Lan Wangji, or Bai Shenlong, was supposed to be connected to The Forsaken, but in what capacity, he still had no idea. He didn't want to judge before he had proof. And he had no proof except the vague ancient text about mysterious ancient poison, which might or might not be true, or had any relation with Lan Wangji.

The bad news was, it had no antidote. At least according to the same ancient texts that he had been devouring all this time.

Wei Wuxian wondered how Lan Wangji could still be alive. Judging by the first appearance of Bai Shenlong, it had been years since he appeared as his alter ego.

And there was still the person who wanted to kill Lan Wangji with the vicious nail bomb.

There seemed to be more questions surrounding Lan Wangji than he ever wanted to involve himself with.

Who are you really, Lan Wangji?

Wei Wuxian was so deep in his thoughts so when he heard a soft knocking on his window, he was so surprised he almost fell from the tilted chair.

After he regained his composure, he looked at the window to find a familiar black bird with a bandage on his foot knocking his beak onto the window, as if he wanted to come in.

"Eh? You're the injured crow from yesterday?" Wei Wuxian opened the window and the crow came in and perched on the table. 

Yesterday, when Wei Wuxian was out for a grocery run, he found this little crow on the side of the road, bleeding. He brought it to the vet and thankfully the wound was not serious, probably from a fight with a cat. He left it in the clinic after he paid for its treatment and instructed them to release it after he gets well.

The crow squawked then dropping a strange red amulet necklace on the table and pushing it toward Wei Wuxian.

"You want to give me this?" He took the amulet, and as soon as it touched his hand, it glowed. 

"Wow, it's… strange, but beautiful. Thank you, little crow." He patted the crow's head and strangely the crow seemed to like it. 

After a while the crow left, and Wei Wuxian observed the necklace with its faint eerie glow, when the door to his room was knocked. 

He put the necklace in his pocket just in time with the opening of the door and Wen Ning entered. He looked at Wei Wuxian and around the room.

"I heard you talking to someone?" He tilted his head in question, and for some reason Wei Wuxian did not want to tell him about the crow or the necklace.

"Nah, just deep into research. Probably talking to myself. So, what's up?" Wei Wuxian sat on the chair and closed the books on his research. No one knew about what was on his mind, and he did not want to start letting them know now.

"Ah, I got two tickets and backstage passes to the concert of the Cloud Recess Entertainment's mix idols, and I really want to come, but I have no one else to go with… so, if you have time…"

"Concerts? Idols? I have no idea you like this kind of thing, Ning." 

"Well, I don't, usually, but there is one group I really like, a twin siblings vocal group, and their voices are like angels." Wen Ning took out his phone and showed Wei Wuxian a video of them singing.

"The Void… what an unusual name for an idol gr…" but his words were cut by the crystal clear voice of the duo.

Wei Wuxian gasped.

That was clearly the voice of the angels, and it washed him with peace and serenity.

He grabbed the phone to look closer to the singer.

The duo was not a day older than fifteen years old, one was a girl with long silver hair and golden eyes, which made him think about the little girl he saved in Monaco, but clearly different since this one was obviously older. The other one was a boy, with jet black hair and silver eyes so mesmerizing it sucked him in like an abyss. He also felt something… familiar about the boy, and his familiar appearance. He looked just like himself when he was at that age.

"I'm going with you."