Wu Xian tried to open the door. But it was either locked or stuck in place by not being opened for years. He sighed and started walking further down the corridor. It was so dark to the point that without his heightened senses he wouldn't have been able to even make out anything. But after walking a few steps, he stopped. He didn't know why, but something in him made him unable to ignore that door. It was just a normal door. So, why did it feel like it was hiding some huge secret behind it?
He went back and tried it again. It was still locked. He tried kicking it, but that didn't work either. So, he pulled out a talisman, gathered his energy into it and send it to the door making it band open and rattle. He wasn't sure whether he broke it. But it wasn't like Wen Rou Han's ghost was going to come and complain or anything. So he was good.
The moment the door was open, he was hit by a wave of energy. Was this why he so badly wanted to open it? Did his subconsciousness feel the energy without him even realising it? He waited and savoured the energy trying to identify its nature and source. But he couldn't really tell. So far, it did not seem to harbour any evil nature. So, he braced himself and stepped inside. The room was even darker than the corridor. But that darkness only lasted for a second. As he stepped in, candles set in candle stands near the walls of the room started lighting up one after the another, like they had been waiting there to welcoming him all along. Wu Xian looked around and saw that it was somewhat of a large room that had racks covering most of the room. Their shelves were adorned with many artifacts of various kinds.
He walked along the racks marvelling at the items. Then something made his hair stand on edge. A gust of wind and a sound brought with it. Was that a whisper? He stood still holding his breath, hoping to catch that slight sound again. But it was silent. After a moment of waiting, he started to walk again, checking out the items. But this time, he kept his ears open. After a few steps, he heard that bone-chilling whisper again. The whisper sounded so cold, so denied of emotions and warmth.
He turned around to see a source. But he couldn't see anything alive or dead. He somewhat wanted to play ChenQing and try and command whatever spirit was lingering in that space. But his instincts seemed to tell him that he shouldn't. So, he continued his stroll now even more aware of his surroundings. He saw some jade pendants hanging on a small tree like hanger. Some had very interesting carvings. Wanting to see better, he touched one in order to see the design properly. But the second he touched he let go with shock. He heaved a shaking breath as chills ran down his spine. Then he gripped that pendant again bracing himself.
There it was. The screams of the death. The same he had heard whenever he used to grip the tiger amulet. Despite his ears feeling like something was stabling them with tiny daggers, he listened to the sound trying to distinguish any words. But the few words he heard didn't really carry any meaning. After the shrilling screams became unbearable, he let go of the pendant. But his curiosity bubbled up. Was it only that specific jade pendant? He gripped another. The screams returned.
He kept gripping it for a while as well. Was it any different from the last one? He couldn't really tell. Was he hearing the same spirits, or were they different? Did the different pendants had different spirits attacked to them? They were just all screaming at the top of their non-existing lungs. So, how could he really tell? But he realised something else. Whenever he heard the voices of the dead, he could feel their power as well. It usually always surrounded him to a certain degree after he bonded with the stygian steel and became even more prominent after ChenQing recognised him as its master. It was stronger in the Nie tomb and whenever he gripped the tiger amulet, the power seemed to rush to his aide without hesitation. But right now, he couldn't feel anything. Just the voices continued to scrape his eardrums. No power accompanied them. It was like he was just looking at a world so far away. He could only see and hear. He could not feel anything, nor could he interact.
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The Untamed 2: Deranged Minds
FanficPeople were dying in mass numbers, and nobody could figure out why. Everyone is facing fear and confusion not knowing what they face. Wei Wu Xian is still away, roaming to his hearts content. It has become high time for him to return and save his fr...
