REMEMBER ME

🍁The Past🍁

This contents the original chapter of Mo Dao Zu Shi written by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu. Credits to its rightful owner ❤️❤️❤️

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Wei ying is currently thinking about how to deal with the problem with the demon lord when his mind went to think about the past before they'd banished him again.

Flashback starts here

Wei Wuxian received a kick as he opened his eyes. A voice thundered beside his ear.

"Stop playing dead!"

The kick threw him backwards, headfirst into the ground. Fighting the urge to vomit, a thought former in his head

I'm not playing dead, I've been dead for years and That's quite a lot of courage you have to kick me, the patriarch!

It was his first time hearing a human voice in quite a few years let alone such a loud, fierce shriek. His head swirled and ears buzzed with the echoes of the voice

"Whose land do you think you're living on? whose rice are you eating? Whose money are you spending what's wrong with taking a few of yours belongings? Everything you own should be mine, anyways!"

Aside from this adolescent, duck-like voice, there were the clunks of ransacking chests and smashing objects as well. His eyes gradually cleared up.

A dimly-lit ceiling appeared in his sight, follower by a slant-browed person with sickly composition, drenching him with spittle.

"How dare you tell father and mother? Did you really think that anybody in this house is going to listen to you? You actually thought I was scared of you?!"

Well you should be, you don't know who your dealing with! Once you've found out who you just kick asshole!

But Wei ying shut his mouth and trying to figure out what's happening and where he was. A few servant like hunks shifted over.

"Young master, everything is smashed!"

"How did you finish it this quickly?"

"There's nothing much inside this shack anyways."

The young master seemed to be quite pleased, poking Wei Wuxian forcefully on the nose

"You dared to tell on me, and look at you now, playing dead on the ground! For whom? As if anyone actually wants these piles of junk! Now that I've smashed everything, let's see how you're gonna tell on me in the future! Are you proud of yourself just because you've studied cultivation for a few years? Well, how does it feel when you've been kicked home like a stray dog?"

Wei Ying thought to himself
I've told you I'm not pretending to be dead at all, since I've actually been dead for a couple of years.

And who is this?

Where am I?

When did I do something as immoral as stealing another's body?

The young master let out enough anger by kicking the person wrecking the house, and strutted out with his two servants, slamming the door with loud bang He shouted his orders

"Watch carefully. Don't let him outside anytime this month, or he'll make food of himself again!"

As the group went away, silence fell upon the room. Wei ying thought about getting up, however his limbs failed to uphold themselves, so he lay down again.

He turned on his side and stared dizzily at the strange environment and the heaps of mess on the ground.

A bronze mirror rested on the side, probably thrown onto the ground. Wei ying grabbed it and looked into the mirror. Only to see ghastly place face, with two asymmetrical poles of red on each side of his cheek.