(END)Wei wuxian is back but something is wrong

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As they moved deeper into the ruins, the laughter grew softer, fading into the mist as if it had never been there. Wei Wuxian narrowed her eyes.

— You know, if they wanted to scare us, they should’ve picked a less obvious trick, — she said, twirling Chenqing in her fingers.

Lan Wangji remained silent, his grip on Bichen firm. He could sense something—an aura, faint yet lingering, as if someone had been watching them just moments ago.

Then, the ground beneath them pulsed. A chill ran up Wei Wuxian’s spine.

— Did you feel that? — she asked.

Lan Wangji gave a small nod.

Before they could react, the mist swirled violently around them, thickening into shifting shapes. Dark figures emerged—spectral forms with hollow eyes and twisted mouths, their voices nothing more than distorted echoes.

Wei Wuxian smirked.

— Well, well. It’s been a while since I’ve had this kind of welcome.

She lifted Chenqing to her lips and played a single, commanding note. The melody vibrated through the air, sending a pulse of energy that forced the spirits back, their forms flickering like candlelight in the wind.

But they didn’t vanish.

Instead, the laughter returned—closer this time. And then, a voice.

— Wei Ying…

A whisper, intimate yet distant, brushing against her ears like the touch of a phantom. Her breath hitched.

She knew that voice.

Lan Wangji stepped closer, his presence grounding her.

— Who? — he asked softly.

Wei Wuxian exhaled slowly, gripping Chenqing tighter.

— Wen Qing.

Lan Wangji’s eyes darkened slightly, recognizing the name.

Wen Qing—the girl who had once been her ally, her friend. The one who had died because of her loyalty to Wei Wuxian.

But how?

The mist thickened again, and in the distance, a silhouette began to take shape. A familiar red robe, strands of hair swaying in the breeze.

Wei Wuxian swallowed hard.

— It can’t be…

Yet the figure stood there, unmoving. Waiting.