Wei WuXian, also known as the Yiling Patriarch, was feared and hated by many until his death by his own Shidi but what if...that never happen?
What if there is someone else who stood in his place as the evil Demonic Cultivator,
who would give up any...
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Wen Qing stumbled weakly after hearing the words from Wei WuHui's mouth.
The 'rest' could only means the ones who aren't breathing.
"That's not the way to talk. Although it's all Wen cultivator's here, we've never dared do anything fatal." The Jin Inspector stammered.
Uncaring to his words, Wei WuHui pulled out her Dízi. However, the few prisoners that were standing near the maiden then screamed in pure fear at the sight of the charcoal-black flute with the red tassel hanging from it.
In all honesty, most of the prisoners don't recognise Wei WuHui's face with the reason being that any Wen cultivators who came across the dark maiden only met with one fate.
Total annihilation.
Therefore, the Wen cultivators who recognised her face would become a fierce corpse, joining her army of the dead for the maiden to command.
"It's the ghost Dízi, Chénqíng!"
"Run!"
"It's her!"
Wei WuHui put Chénqíng to her lip before beginning to play the eerie melody. Its note ripping through the night sky and across the curtains of rain like a force of an arrow.
However, it was only one note that she needed before Wei WuHui pulled her Dízi away. A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she stood in the pouring rain, letting herself be dampened.
"What's that sound?" Someone in the crowd suddenly asked.
Cries of surprise and shock erupted from the far side of the crowd. People scrambling away from that area as the sight of dozen tattered figures suddenly stood up, tall and short, men and women.
Some of them already showing signs of decomposition with the stench of rotting flesh omitting from their life bodies.
Standing in front of that group was Wen Ning, whose lifeless eyes were left opened. His skin was pale like wax and his pupils were dilated. Blood at the corner of his lip had already dried into a dark brown colour. His chest did not rise and fall but it was obvious that half of his ribcage had collapsed.
Wen Qing felt her body slowly moving toward her brother, her body trembling as she held onto him and broke into tears. She had been scared and anxious, operating as if she was mad, but it was still too late.
She knew...she couldn't see her dear little brother ever again.
Wen Qing weeped, touching Wen Ning's ribs as if trying to piece them back together. The broken maiden was still trying to hold onto that non-existent possibility.
