Mo Dao Zu Shi(Wei Ying's POV)

3.Rebirth

(edited)

"Take revenge for me, Wei Wuxian!!!"

As soon as he heard that, his eyes snapped open, only to receive a kick that threw him backward a little.

Who in the world has the audacity to kick him, the Yiling Patriarch? Who dares?

"Are you playing dead now? Wake up!" A shrieking voice said making his ears buzz with irritation.

Though feeling a little dizzy, he looked up to see a young man, most likely still an adolescent, who must be some young master or something, judging from his expensive and finely made clothes.

"How dare you complain mother and father about me? Do you think anyone in this house will listen to you? You lunatic!!"

"Smash everything in this room!!" he ordered a few men as they started hitting and breaking things in the room. Not that there was much anyway apart from all the junk and the already destroyed furniture that littered the ground.

Wei Wuxian couldn't recall who the hell the young man was or which sect he belonged to. With a voice so annoying, screeching like a dying crow. And his audacity made Wei Wuxian want to punch him in the face until his nose bled. After a few moments passed, one of the men came over.

"Young master, we smashed everything here."

That young master looked around the room, quite satisfied with what he did, and turned back to Wei Wuxian as he quietly examined his surroundings and the people. "After telling on me now you are pretending to be dead? Are you so proud just because you studied cultivation for a few years? But look at yourself now. How does it feel being kicked out from the cultivational sect?"

Pretending? To be dead? Him? Is there a need to even pretend when he had actually been dead for more than a decade? It was all confusing for Wei Wuxian. Waking up from death suddenly in an unknown place surrounded by unfamiliar people kicking and scolding him as soon as he woke up. What a great welcome!

After the young master was done, he exited the room and closed the door with a loud bang.

"Don't let that lunatic out of his room. Guard him properly," Wei Wuxian heard from outside.

He lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling blankly, and tried to get up, but his limbs felt numb, so he laid back down, scanning the room while still on the floor covered in piles of junk.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shattered piece of a bronze mirror within his reach. He picked it up and looked into the yellow mirror only to see an unfamiliar face covered in white powder and rouge, which was applied rather horribly, almost looking like a hanged ghost.

Tossing out the mirror, he glanced down at the clothes of the owner. The owner was a man without a doubt yet he applied makeup. How obnoxious!!! What had he gotten into?

He gathered all his energy and sat up only to see that he was lying down on an array that was drawn with blood. The blood was still a bit damp and the pungent smell lingered in the air. The array was deformed and drawn badly looking dreadful and hideous. Not that he has not seen such arrays before. He has seen much worse than this.

Realization dawned upon him as he recognized the array on the ground. Someone offered their body to him. He understood that much but numerous questions started to sprout in his mind. Who is the owner of the body? How does the owner have access to this forbidden technique?

Before that, when did he even become a resentful spirit?

Though he died an unpleasant death, he shouldn't be put into the category of resentful spirits when he had never caused harm or any type of mischief. Right? Or did he? He had no recollection of such memories. So, he didn't know.