In legends, Nether Brawlers had incredible strength. When craftspeople made them, some things were usually added onto their bodies to increase their weight. After being possessed by roaming spirits, each was heavier than the next. Simply one of them would be as heavy as a mountain. With four on him at once, he'd be doing well if his guts didn't gush out. Thus, the robed corpse was securely held down onto the ground by the four Nether Brawlers.
Wei Wuxian walked over and found that an area on the back of his clothes had been torn. Soothing it out, he noticed that there was a wound, both thin and narrow, near his left shoulder blade.
He commanded, "Turn him over."
The four Nether Brawlers proceeded to turn the cultivator over. With his front on the upside, it was easier to inspect. Wei Wuxian brushed the finger with the cut near each of their lips as awards. With crimson tongues made of paper, the Nether Brawlers slowly licked the blood beside their lips, as if they truly cherished the delicacy. Only then did Wei Wuxian look down again and continue his inspection. On the cultivator's left chest, near his heart, there was a similar tearing, a similar thin, narrow wound. It seemed as if he died with a stab through the heart.
The corpse had been struggling as hard as he could. Low growls came out of his throat and ink-colored blood trickled from the corners of his lips. Wei Wuxian pinched his cheeks and forced him to open his mouth. Inside, his tongue had also been pulled out from the root.
Blind eyes, detached tongue. Blind eyes, detached tongue.
Why did these two traits appear so often?
After a while of observation, Wei Wuxian began to feel that the corpse was similar to Wen Ning when he had been controlled by the black nails. With the thought, he felt around the corpse's temples and, as he had expected, he really found two metal points!
This type of long nails were used to control high-level fierce corpses so that they'd lose consciousness and the ability to think for themselves. Without knowing the corpse's identity and character, Wei Wuxian decided that he shouldn't rashly pull the nails out, but instead interrogate him first. However, since his tongue was no longer there, even if the corpse regained consciousness, he wouldn't be able to talk.
Wei Wuxian asked the disciples from the Lan Sect, "Have any of you studied Inquiry?"
Lan Sizhui raised a hand, "Me. I have."
Wei Wuxian, "Have you brought your guqin?"
Lan Sizhui, "Yes."
At once, he took out a simplistic guqin, the wood of which still looked bright, from his Qiankun Pouch.
Seeing that the guqin was fairly new, Wei WuXian asked, "How is your qin language? Have you had actual experience? Will the spirit that you summon be able to lie?"
Lan Jingyi interjected, "Hanguang Jun said that Sizhui's guqin language is fine."
If Lan Wangji said that it was "fine", then it must be fine. He wouldn't exaggerate or understate the matter, and so Wei Wuxian ceased to worry.
Lan Sizhui added, "Hanguang Jun told me to focus on quality instead of quantity. The spirit that I summon will be able to avoid answering, but will not be able to lie. So, if it is willing to answer, then it will definitely speak the truth."
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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...
