Black Lotus

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Over the years, he gained popularity and didn't care what his former acquaintances thought. The brother of the Yiling Patriarch reduced to a slightly above average whore. His pretty face and nice body kept customers for the brothel and he was allowed to stay numb as long as he wanted, even thought the owner wanted to help him out of his grief. Little did they know it was about to end.

Mo Manor

We Wuxian received a kick just as he opened his eyes.

A voice thundered beside his ear, "Stop playing dead!"

The kick threw him backwards, headfirst onto the ground. Fighting the urge to vomit, a thought formed in his head-that's quite a lot of courage you have to kick me, the Patriarch.

It was the first time hearing a human voice in quite a few years, let alone such a loud, fierce shriek. His head swirled and ears buzzed with the echoes of the voice, "Whose land do you think youre living on? Whose rice are you eating? Whose money are you spending? What's wrong with taking a few of your belongings? Everythng you own should be mine, anyways!"

Aside from this adolescent, duck-like voice, there was the clunk of ransacking chests and smashing objects as well. His eyes gradually cleared up.

A dimly lit ceiling appeared in his sight, followed by a slant-browed person with a sickly composition, drenching him with spittle, "How dare you tell Father and Mother? Did you really think that anybody in this house is going to listen to you? You actually thought i was scared of you!"

A few servant-like hunks shifted over, "Young Master, everything is smashed!"

The young master asked, "How did you finish it so quickly?"

A manservant replied, "There's nothing much inside this shack anyways."

The young master seemed quite pleased, poking Wei Wuxian harshly on the nose, "You dared to tell on me and look at you now, playing dead on the ground! For whom? As if anyone actually wants these ples of junk! Now that ive smashed everything, lets see how youre gonna tell on me in the future! Are you proud of yourself just because youve studied cultivation for a few years? Well how does it feel when youve been kicked home like a stray dog?"

Wei Wuxian thought wearily, I'm not pretending to be dead at all since ive actually been dead for a couple of years. Who is this? Where am I? When did i do something as immoral as stealing another's body? Wheres Wei Ziyou?

The young master let out enough anger by kicking the person and wrecking the house, and strutted out with his two manservants, slamming the door with a bang. He shouted orders, "Watch carefully. Don't let him outside anytime this month, or he'll make a fool of himself again!"

As the group went away, silence fell upon the room. Wei Wuxian thought about getting up. However, his limbs failed to uphold themselves, so he lay down again. He turned on the side and stared dizzily at the strange environment and the heaps of mess on the ground.

A bronze mirror rested on the side, probably thrown on the ground. Wei Wuxian grabbed it and looked into the mirror, only to see a ghastly pale face with two asymmetrical piles of red on each side of his cheek. Add a blood red tongue onto the features and he would look like a hanged ghost. He tossed the mirror to the side and wiped his face, finding his hand covered with white powder.

Fortunately, the body wasnt born this way-it was only one of the owners penchants. He was no doubt a man, yet he was covered in makeup (not to mention, badly applied makeup).

Taken aback by the shock, he finally sat up, noticing the circular array beneath him. The array was scarlet in color and crooked in shape, appearing to be drawn by hand, using blood as the medium, still damp and emitting a strong scent. The array was filled with warped scribbles of incantations, which were somewhat smudged by his body, but came across as gruesome nonetheless.