( How long has he been Ghost Valley Master now? Eight years, give or take, and the last time he saw this man he was peeling the flesh from his bones, as cruel as he has ever been, soaked to the skin, red between his fingers, his teeth, viscera dripping. A revolt, a hard won battle, but he had done it. That chapter of his life had been done with
Why is he here? )
It's nothing.
( He's not looking at Lan Wangji either, his gaze flat, levelled into the middle distance. He can hear another footstep, the sound of the rod thwicking through the air. Wen Kexing does not flinch, but something goes tight in his jaw. He takes a step of his own, neither toward or from, but spurned into movement anyway. )
You are not afraid of pain. ( The spectre continues, Wen Kexing's tongue unusually still. He cannot leave Lan Wangji alone with the old Master, and panic is making him dumb, stupid, a child. He is no longer a child. ) You enjoy it. You are not like them.
( His fan arcs through the air with barely a warning, sliding through the ghost like it is nothing. Wen Kexing's grip is white when he finds the weapon back in his hands. Still, the sound of footsteps. To Lan Wangji -. ) Is it like the kitchen ghosts? Do you know? Can it be stopped the same way?
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Why is he here? )
It's nothing.
( He's not looking at Lan Wangji either, his gaze flat, levelled into the middle distance. He can hear another footstep, the sound of the rod thwicking through the air. Wen Kexing does not flinch, but something goes tight in his jaw. He takes a step of his own, neither toward or from, but spurned into movement anyway. )
You are not afraid of pain. ( The spectre continues, Wen Kexing's tongue unusually still. He cannot leave Lan Wangji alone with the old Master, and panic is making him dumb, stupid, a child. He is no longer a child. ) You enjoy it. You are not like them.
( His fan arcs through the air with barely a warning, sliding through the ghost like it is nothing. Wen Kexing's grip is white when he finds the weapon back in his hands. Still, the sound of footsteps. To Lan Wangji -. ) Is it like the kitchen ghosts? Do you know? Can it be stopped the same way?