The two had already walked for a while inside the stone castle, but they hadn't seen anyone. Wei Wuxian had shouted a few times, without receiving any reply. The first stone rooms were all empty, but, as they went in deeper, in the center of one of the rooms, there was a black coffin. The wood used was a deep black, and the shape was also crafted in a skilled way. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian had an exceptionally strong affinity toward it. He couldn't help but patted it a few times. The wood was sturdy and the sound was firm.
He praised it, "What a nice coffin."
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian stood on opposite sides of the coffin. After passing a look between them, they extended their arms at the same time and opened the lid. The moment the lid was opened, the noise around them suddenly multiplied, flooding through Wei Wuxian's ears in the manner of tidal water. It was as if, before this, they were secretly watched by countless pairs of eyes—the owners of the eyes silently monitored and discussed every word they spoke, every action they performed, and suddenly became agitated as they saw that the coffin was about to be opened.
Wei Wuxian thought of a few dozen possibilities, already prepared to fend against strong odours of rancidity, stretching claws of monsters, an overflow of poisonous water, toxic smoke that dispersed quickly, or attacks from resentful spectres. Of course, his greatest wish was to see Jin Ling. Despite this, nothing happened. Nothing. Surprisingly, this was an empty coffin.
Lan Wangji went slightly nearer. Bichen unsheathed by itself for a few inches, its cold light shining on the bottom of the coffin. Only then, did Wei Wuxian notice how it wasn't that the coffin was empty, but that the object inside was a lot smaller than what he had expected, and hid inside the deepest part of the coffin.
Inside the coffin, there lay a long sword.
The sword had no sheath. The hilt seemed to have been casted from gold, appearing to be quite heavy in weight. Its body was slender and its blade shone. Resting on a layer of red cloth at the bottom of the coffin, it reflected a bloody shade of scarlet, emitting a chilling air of destruction.
A sword was put inside a coffin instead of a corpse. There really wasn't anywhere not peculiar about these stone castles in the Xinglu Ridge, revealing mysteries every step they took.
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"Why a sword? What kind of place is that?" Jingyi asked.
"A stone castle," Sizhui answered.
"I know it's a stone castle but what is it for?" Jingyi asked.
"I'm sure we will get an answer later," Sizhui answered, "you just need to be patient...I forgot it is something you lack."
"Sizhui! Why are you taunting me all of a sudden?" Jingyi asked.
"Because you kept me up half the night and would not shut up," Sizhui answered.
"So your revenge is to make fun of me and mock me in front of everyone?" Jingyi asked.
"Yup," Sizhui answered.
"Grr, A-Die, Baba, are you hearing this?" Jingyi asked.
"Yes," Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji said together.
"You can handle yourself," Lan Wangji continued.
"Baba?" Jingyi asked.
"Don't come to me, I'm still recovering from an injury. So sitting here is all I'm doing," Wei Wuxian told him, "you two need to work it out."
"Hmph," Jingyi pouted, "not fair. Why am I yelled at when I do something, but you don't when you do something?"
"I don't know what you mean," Sizhui said, "now hush and watch."
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FanfictionWei Ying has died once. Twice if you count the day he was dropped into the burial mounds. He was someone who fought for what was right, but was wronged for it and his life was the cost. Now, a few years after everything had ended, With Jin Guangyao...
