From somewhere came an eerie gust of wind, faintly opening the room’s door. The door swayed open and closed, revealing the vague outline of a stooping shadow sitting by a table within the frightful darkness. Wei WuXian signalled for them to stay put and walked into the room alone.
"What are planning to do?" asked Jiang Cheng.
"Maybe to talk with her." answered Wei Wuxian.
"Typical." muttered Jiang Cheng.
The dim light of the oil lamp and candlesticks in the central chamber leaked inside. The old woman sat with her head hung low, as if she didn’t notice that someone had entered. A cloth lay on her knees, tightly stretched with an embroidery frame, suggesting that she was doing needlework. Her two hands stiffly stuck to each other as they tried to guide a thread through a needle.
Wei WuXian sat down by the table as well, “Manager, why not light the lamp if you’re threading a needle? Let me help.”
He took over the needle and thread—the thread went through at once. Passing it back to the old woman, he walked out of the room as if nothing had happened and closed the door behind him, “There’s no need to go in.”
"Just like that?" asked Jin Zixuan.
"What else do you expect me to do?" asked Wei Wuxian.
"Why can't she do it on her own?" asked Nie Huaisang.
"Because it's dark and she's old." Jiang Cheng answered.
Jin Ling, “When you were inside, did you see if the hag’s actually alive or not?”
Wei WuXian, “Don’t call her a hag. That’s quite rude. The old lady is a living corpse.”
The boys looked at one another. Lan SiZhui asked, “What is a living corpse?”
"So such thing really exist." said Nie Huaisang.
"Is it dangerous?" asked a younger disciple.
"No one knows. It doesn't exist as of now." answered Wei Wuxian.
Wei WuXian, “From head to toe, everything seems to say that they’re a corpse, but the person is actually living. That’s what a living corpse is.”
Jin Ling was shocked, “You’re saying that she’s still alive?!”
"Will I call it living corpse if it's dead?" asked Wei Wuxian.
"Depends. Sometimes, no one knows what you're really thinking and what you really mean." said Jin Zixuan.
Wei WuXian, “Have you looked inside?”
“Yes.”
“What did you see? What was she doing?”
“Threading a needle.”
“Did it go in?”
“… No.”
“Correct. She’s incapable of threading a needle. Dead people’s muscles are too rigid to perform complex actions such as threading needles. The marks on her face aren’t age spots, but livor mortis. And she doesn’t need to eat, either. It’s only that she can breathe which makes her alive.”
"Another lesson time." said a younger disciple.
"How does he noticed everything?" asked a random cultivator.
"Because it is important to know everything when it comes to that situation." said Wei Wuxian.
Lan SiZhui, “B-but, the old lady is already quite elderly. A lot of old ladies have poor eyesight and cannot thread needles by themselves.”
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MDZS Characters Watching the Future
Fanfiction"Great news! Wei WuXian has died!" "Wait- WHAT?!" "But I'm still here." The juniors (Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, and Ouyang Zizhen) accidentally touched an array that teleported the people from the past to an unknown place. This story is based...
