I grip my stick. Voices fill in my ears. This market is very crowded. At least that is what I think I'm in. I can only hear so many bickering about prices and about goods. It is terribly troublesome. I have no idea who they're talking to, or they could very well be talking to me.
I hear others around me. I feel like I'm in a school of so many fish. I can feel fabrics rubbing against me. I can feel people pushing me around. I should not have chosen this way to walk, but I can't exactly see the paths anymore.
"You!" A voice yells.
Is he talking to me?
"In the white mask!" He yells.
Oh. I guess that clears up my question. I turn my head.
"You look like you could run in the show business." I hear him come over.
"I don't. I'm just passing through." I turn.
I feel him grab my stick. I turn.
"Oh, come now, you have a fairly pretty mask." He says.
"No." I say again.
"Why not?" He asks.
Several reasons actually. Some he wouldn't possibly understand. I grip my stick. I push it off of him. I slam it into his back. He falls to the ground. Just leave me alone. I'm on a mission already.
"Thanks, but no." I lean to his face.
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The Eye Theif
FantasyWei Wuxian's eyes gets stolen! Ripped from his head by a thief witch. He now searches high and low but without eyes, it's difficult. His spiritual chi is devasted. He can barely jump without wincing. Lan Zhan will have to help Wei Wuxian through it...
