A Way to Heal

Part 81

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The person slowly walked upstairs. He was covered in black. With a slender physique, he had a flute at his waist, hands behind his back.

"............That is", They felt the hair on the back of their neck standing up and the temperature inside the cave dropped again.

On the roof, both Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng pressed their hands onto the hilts of their swords.

However, when the person strolled up the stairs and turned around, a smile on his face, Lan WangJi's eyes opened wide, having seen those bright features before.

His lips trembled, saying something in silence. Jiang Cheng stood up almost immediately.

It was Wei WuXian!

A loud gasp echoed through the darkness of the cave and they turned their head in sync to watch the aforementioned man. "It was you??!!! ", the kids cried together.

"I told you it's him"

"Look, This is how your little Xian Xian is when he is outside the house"

Wei WuXian was sitting there, nothing like the man they are watching on screen. He was still glued to Lan WangJi. But that doesn't stop them from witnessing a smirk on his lips and arrogance in those eyes.

However, apart from the face, from top to bottom, this person was nowhere like the past Wei WuXian.

Wei WuXian had clearly been a bright, high-spirited boy. The tips of his eyes and eyebrows had always retained the hint of a grin, always refusing to walk properly. Yet, this person was entirely enveloped in a cold, dark energy. He was handsome, yet pale-faced, his smile eerie.

"He is completely different", SiZhui whispered

JingYi nodded his head along not even breaking his eyes from the scene, "he is scary"

'Yiling Laozu'. The name ringed in their heads and it all made sense. Why the cultivation world scared, despised and admired this man all at once. Why he had enemies and admirers but still nobody dared to talk about him. Everything felt more clearer.

The sight before their eyes was too surprising. The situation was still unclear, and they couldn't act rashly. Even though the two on the roof were flabbergasted, neither rushed inside. They only forced their heads lower and inched closer to the slit between the roof tiles.

Inside the room, Wei WuXian, clothed in black, turned around slowly. Wen Chao covered his own face. Now, only the raspy breath of his voice could be heard, "Wen ZhuLiu... Wen ZhuLiu!"

Hearing this, Wei WuXian's eyes and lips curled up, "Even now, you still think that calling him would be of any use?"

Wei WuXian's voice was nothing but gentle. It was as if they were watching him in a new light. Nobody dared to say anything. Even his husband and son. The silence inside the cave grew heavier by the passing of each minute.

He walked a few steps nearer and kicked a white object by his foot. He looked down. It was the meat bun that Wen Chao had tossed away.

Wei WuXian raised a brow, "What, you're a picky eater?"

Wen Chao fell from his stool, screeching, "I'm not eating it! I'm not eating it! I'm not eating it!"

As he bawled, he crawled on the ground with his finger-less hands. The long black cape slid down the lower half of his body, revealing his legs. The two legs dangled from his torso as if they were burdensome accessories. Even wrapped within bandages, they were still unusually thin. Due to his violent movements, the bandages stretched out to form gaps. Inside were ghastly white bones, crimson blood and strands of flesh still hanging from them.