XueXiao Drabbles Collection

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely

Art by Lychee Syrup

"You... You savage beast! Someday you'll have to pay the price!!"

An arm suddenly flies before falling to the ground with a thud. Painful screams filling the air. Corpses are lying down, scattered. The whole soil is now covered by a stream of blood.

"You...."
"You're so loud. Maybe I should have cut your tongue sooner."

Sounds of the air pierced, followed by painful groans. The man rolls on the ground, covering his mouth as blood keep gushing out from his amputated arm. His face as white as porcelain from the bloodloss, yet his eyes still blazing with fury while glaring at the one causing all of these.

Xue Yang squatting down in front of him. Eerie smiles plastered on his playful expression, showing that canine teeth are slightly visible. The man showered in cold sweat. The fury which was there now washed away by deep fear. He backs away from Xue Yang, turns around and starts crawling while inaudible growls coming out of his bloody mouth.

"Why so hurry? I thought you want to say more."

Xue Yang stands and follows the poor man with slow steps. The closer he gets, the more that man wails in fear. Xue Yang feels like he can feel the frustration in the air, the silent cries for help. The more that man struggles, the more he feels excited. His smile turned to a grin. His grip around Jiangzai tightens.

With a powerful swing, that man's legs below the knees are cut clean.

Stifled growls filling Xue Yang's ears, yet he doesn't even bat an eyelash. Another slash, and another, and another, and another...

"Ah? Are you dead?"

The poor man is no longer make any sound. The image of the butchery is too brutal to be explained. Slight shaking from what seems no longer a human, is the only thing moving aside of Xue Yang himself and the waving grass.

"If you're not dead yet, then--"

Suddenly, his eyes twitched. He turned around staring at the distance for a few moments, doesn't bother to look at the nearly dead man in front of him as he swings Jiangzai for the last time. Now there's no human soul left aside of his own. With heavy steps, he left the field. No final respect towards the death, as he casually kicks away the limbs scattered on his path.

The hut is located deep inside a forest. Thick fog and endless ghosts swarming around make it impossible for it to be found by a normal person. Even the cultivators in their night hunt choose to leave this area alone. A perfect spot for anyone mad enough to lay low.

Xue Yang walks past the horde of zombies aimlessly wandering, heading towards the said hidden hut and slowly opens its door. It's not completely dark inside, thanks to the certain part of the roof are out of the fog screen. The moonlight shining so bright, it gives the hut a little bit of its glow. Not too much, but enough for Xue Yang to found his way towards the coffin right in the middle of the room.

His hand lightly brushed on the wooden cover, feeling the cold material under his fingertips. After making a full round, he stops. With no difficulty, he pulls open the cover and takes a look inside the coffin. A man fully dressed in while with also white-colored blindfold is sleeping inside. Xue Yang's eyes flared a little upon seeing that body lying peacefully. His hand moves, using the back of his fingers to caress the cold cheek of that figure.

He stood still in that position for quite a while, before finally retreat his hand and grabs something from his bag. He doesn't really bother with the beautiful wrapping, tear it opens violently and lifts the red garments inside. His eyes carefully watch the detail of the robe; the linen, the ornaments, the fabric, everything look refine and high in quality.