"Stand at where you are, face the southwest, and listen to the strings. After each note is played, walk forward one step. When the sound stops, it will be right in front of you," Lan Wangji said to Wei Wuxian.
Without saying a word, Wei Wuxian turned toward the southwest. Behind him came seven notes of the guqin, so he walked seven steps forward. The notes continued, but the pause between them grew longer and longer, and he also walked slower and slower. Another step, and another, and another...After the sixth step, the guqin finally silenced. No more notes sounded.
And, before him, there was only a wall. The wall was made of grey-white rock bricks, pieced together tightly.
Wei Wuxian turned around, "... He's in the wall?!"
Lan Wangji unsheathed Bichen. Four streaks of blue light swept past, and a neat pound sign had been carved onto the wall. The two went forward to take apart the bricks. After removing some of them, a large sheet of black dirt was exposed. It seemed that the stone castle was made to be double-layered, filled with dirt between the two layers of hard rock. Using his bare hands, Wei Wuxian dug out a large chunk of dirt. Surrounded by the coal-black dirt, there was a human's face, eyes tightly shut.
It was the missing Jin Ling!
Having his face enveloped in dirt, as soon as it appeared, air poured into Jin Ling's mouth and nose. He immediately started to cough and breathe. As Wei Wuxian saw that he was still alive, his heart finally calmed. Jin Ling really did almost die. Or else, "Inquiry" wouldn't have caught the still-alive soul that was about to leave his body. The good thing was that only a short while passed after he was buried into the wall. If it took them any longer, he would have suffocated to death.
The two hastened to dig him out of the wall. However, who knew that, as if dirt clung onto a carrot being pulled out of the ground, the moment Jin Ling's upper body emerged from the dirt, the sword on his back caught on something else and dragged it out.
It was the ashen bone of a human arm!
Lan Wangji laid Jin Ling flat onto the ground and felt for his pulse. Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, took up the sheath of Bichen, and skillfully started to poke around in the dirt, following the length of the bone. After a short while, a complete skeleton appeared before their eyes.
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"Hanguang Jun is just, okay with you using his sword like that?" A Lan Disciple asked.
"Yes," Lan Wangji answered for Wei Wuxian, "he is my soulmate, so he can handle Bichen if he so chooses. Bichen answers to him because he is my soulmate."
"But to just use it to dig around in a dirt wall," The Lan disciple spoke again.
"He was fine," Lan Wangji argued, "If you want to keep arguing over this, I have problem making you write if you want to talk back at me like that."
The disciple stopped talking after that. Lan Wangji was finding it annoying as to why Wei Wuxian can use his things. To him, What is his is Wei Wuxian's and what is Wei Wuxian's is his, that has been something they have discussed long ago.
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This skeleton was the same as how Jin Ling looked, buried inside the wall in a standing position. With ghastly pale bones and pitch-black dirt—the contrast was distinct yet glaring to the eye. Wei Wuxian dug a bit more through the ground, and broke away a few pieces of bricks on the side. After some more rustling around, sure enough, he found another skeleton nearby.
This one hadn't decayed completely yet. There were still some flesh on the bones, and long, messy hair on the skull. From the ragged clothing in the shade of a watered down red, he could tell that this was a woman. However, she wasn't standing, with her skeleton bending down. The reason of this was that there was a third skeleton beside her, squatting down by her feet.
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أدب الهواةWei 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...
