Untamed Feeling ( wangxian )

chapter forty two 🫰

Wei WuXian, “That’s right. So, since the gravedigger dug out the torso yesterday, there wasn’t anything to suppress the Chang Clan’s resentful spirits anymore, so that coffin-slamming noises started again. It’s the same as how the QingheNie Sect’s Saber Hall suppressed the saber spirits and wall-corpses. Perhaps, this technique was derived from the Nie Sect’s Saber Hall in the first place. It looks like that this person is connected to both the QingheNie Sect and the GusuLan Sect. I’m afraid they aren’t some easy opponent.”

Lan WangJi, “There are only a few people like this.”

Wei WuXian, “Yep. The truth is slowly being unveiled. And, since the opponent started to move the corpse parts already, it means that he or they are already starting to become anxious. They’ll definitely move again soon. Even if we don’t go find them, they’ll come and find us. As they search around, they’d leave behind more clues for sure.”

The two travelled in the direction of the Southwest. This time, the ghost hand pointed at Shudong, a place known for heavy fog.

It was a haunted city that nobody in the area dared to approach.

"So the murderer is someone, who is well aware of the QingheNie and GusuLan sect." Said Jin Zixuan is looking at everyone for their reactions.

"That person isn’t just an acquaintance of both sects—they’re deeply connected to them. Otherwise, how would they know about the Nie Sect’s saber spirit suppression technique and the Lan Clan’s fighting style? " Nei Huaisang pointed out, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. He looked nothing like his usual carefree self.

Junior's hearts started to pound fast as matter was getting discussed.

Wei Wuxian gazed at Lan Wangji with a serious face, "I'm not blaming anyone, but I guess I know who that person might be." He whispered covering his mouth so that no one could hear the secret, he was telling.

He was almost inaudible to even hanguang-jun.

"..." Lan Wangji eyebrows twitched in confusion " Mn? ", he stared at Wei Wuxian with his deep and golden eyes.

Wei Wuxian looked left and right, checking if anyone was watching, then leaned in close to Lan Wangji and said it again.

Nei Mingjue's eyes straight went to Jin guangyao who seemed in deep thoughts.

The Shudong area was abundant in rivers and valleys. With towering peaks and a rough terrain, only faint breezes passed the area, causing the majority of places to be enveloped in mist.

Walking straight toward where the left hand pointed, the two of them came upon quite a small village.

A few rails of fencing encircled thatched houses made from mud. A brood of colorful chicks scattered in and out of the yards, pecking on the ground for rice. A large, bright-feathered rooster stood single-legged on a roof. It was fortunate that nobody had any dogs. It was likely that these villagers could only get their hands on a few chunks of meat a year, much less have any leftover bones to feed the dogs.

In front of the village, there was a fork road, leading to three different directions. Of these, two were rather bare. Covered with a great deal of footprints, it was clear that they were often walked upon. Yet, the last one have been overrun with weeds. A square sign made from a piece of rock was positioned slantingly at this road. Subject to age and weathering, the sign was split down the middle with a large crack. Even from within the crack, withered weeds peeked out.