Although he said that he was going to allow Qin Su time for resting, he ignored all of Qin Su’s pushes of refusal and helped her up. Wei WuXian didn’t know what he did, but Qin Su suddenly collapsed, robbed of all energy. Thus, just like this, Jin GuangYao half-dragged his wife into the layering curtains. Paperman WuXian snuck out from below the table and followed them. He saw Jin GuangYao, whose hand was placed over a fulllength mirror made of copper. A moment later, his fingers somehow entered the mirror, as though they broke into the surface of a pool of water. Qin Su’s eyes were wide open, still crying. She could only watch as her husband dragged her into the mirror, unable to speak or shout. Wei WuXian knew that the mirror definitely couldn’t be opened by anyone aside from Jin GuangYao himself. Such an opportunity was now or never. Roughly calculating the timing, he quickly leaped inside.

"What did you do to my daughter?" asked Qin Cangye in anger.

"Will he kill her?" asked MianMian.

"Maybe." said Nie Huaisang.

Qin Cangye held his daughter protectively while glaring at the screen.

Behind the copper mirror was a secret room. After Jin GuangYao entered, the oil lamps on the walls ignited on their own. The dim light illuminated shelves and cabinets of different sizes, covering the walls. On the shelves were books, scrolls, stones, weapons. There were also a few instruments of torture. Iron rings, sharp spikes, silver hooks—all seemed strange. Just looking at their appearance could make one shiver in fear. Wei WuXian knew that these were probably made by Jin GuangYao.

"Why did he have that?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"Is he that evil?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"More like a psychopath." said Jin Ling.

The QishanWen Sect’s leader, Wen RuoHan, had a moody, violent personality. He loved the sight of blood and sometimes took enjoyment in torturing those that offended him. Jin GuangYao was only able to capture Wen RuoHan’s interest by catering to his needs, making all sorts of cruel yet amusing devices.

Everyone turned to look at Wen Rouhan who only smiled at them.

"When did you became like that?" asked Qingheng-jun.

"Ever since you've entered seclusion." said Madam Yu.

"That's how the relationship between the five major sect became awry." said Jiang Fengmian.

Any sects owned a couple of treasury vaults. Thus, it wasn’t strange at all for the Fragrant Palace to hold such a room.

Aside from a desk, an iron table—dark to the eyes, cold to the touch, long enough for a person to lie—was also within the room. There seemed to be black, dried-up traces of something on the surface of the table. Wei WuXian commented in silence, This would be the perfect table to cut someone apart on.

"Maybe that is where he cut off Nie Mingjue's body." said Jiang Cheng.

"What?" Nie Huaisang asked in disbelief.

Jin GuangYao gently helped Qin Su lie down on the table. Qin Su’s face was ashen as Jin GuangYao straightened out a few tangled strands of her hair, “Don’t be scared. You shouldn’t walk around in such a state. There’ll be a lot of people during the next few days. Why don’t you rest for a bit? You can come back as soon as you tell me who the person is. Nod if you’re willing to tell me. I didn’t seal all of your meridians. You should still be able to nod.”

"I'm going to kill you!" exclaimed Qin Cangye in rage.

He pulled Meng Yao's collar but the man only gave him an innocent look.

"Why did I even entrusted my daughter to you?" he asked.

"Let go of him." said Su She.

"You shut up." said Nie Huaisang.

Qin Cangye finally calmed down and let gi of the man when his daughter got a hold of him.

Wei Wuxian gave Jiang Cheng a look who is leaning on his husband's chest. Seeing that, he only rolled his eyes and nod.

Qin Su’s eyes rolled toward her husband, who was still so kind and caring toward her. Her pupils were filled with fear, pain, and despair.

"You won't be anywhere near him, from now on." Qin Cangye said to his daughter who onky nod her head, still processing the scene.

Suddenly, Wei WuXian noticed that one of the shelves were blocked by a curtain. The curtain was covered in sinister, blood-red runes. It was a talisman of forbiddance, one of extreme power.

The paperman slowly inched upward, clinging to the wall. On the other hand, Jin GuangYao was still pleading with Qin Su in a soft voice. Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he turned around in alarm.

"Can you please, be careful." said Jiang Cheng with a frown.

"My brother is worried about me." said Wei Wuxian dramatically.

"I am not." said Jiang Cheng with a glare.

There was no third person in the room except for Qin Su and him. Jin GuangYao stood up. He only returned after finding nothing during his careful inspection of the room.

Of course he didn’t know that, just as he turned around, Wei WuXian had already reached a shelf of books. Just as he saw a slight movement at Jin GuangYao’s neck, he immediately inserted his thin, paper body into a book, as though he were a bookmark. His eyes were stuck right between two pages from a manuscript. Fortunately, even though Jin GuangYao was more alert than others, he wasn’t so alert as to flip open this book to see if anyone was hiding inside.

"It's funny how snuck there." layghed Jiang Cheng.

"In such a serious situation, yiu still have time to look for something to laugh at?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"And what is it to you?" asked Jiang Cheng.

Jin Zixuan just shrugged.

All of a sudden, Wei WuXian realized that the characters his eyes saw looked a bit familiar. After a while of scrutiny, he cursed in silence—how could he not find them familiar? They were his characters!

"Don't tell me, that book is mine." said Wei Wuxian.

"It's not like someone can imitate your bad handwriting." said Jiang Cheng.

The comments that Jiang FengMian gave his handwriting was “careless, yet poised”. This was definitely his writing. After Wei WuXian looked at it with more care, he managed to make out the phrases “… different from possession…”, “… revenge…”, “… forced contract”, in addition to the vague or damaged areas. At last, he could finally conclude that the book he crammed himself into was his own manuscript. The content of the manuscript was an article on sacrificing one’s body, deducing from the information that he had gathered.

Back then, he wrote quite a few of these manuscripts. He wrote them as he threw them all over the place, especially the cavern on Burial Hill in which he slept. Some of these manuscripts were destroyed by the fires of the siege. Others, like his sword, were collected by various people as war trophies.

He had been confused as to where Mo XuanYu learnt of the forbidden technique. Now, he knew the answer.

"So it was mine where Mo Xuanyu got an idea to sacrifice his body to me." said Wei Wuxian.

"How did I even got an idea about that?" he asked.

"Well, it's quite helpful, Wei-xiong. At least you were reincarnated by your own manuscript." said Nie Huaisang.

This was the damaged manuscript of a forbidden technique, which was why Wei WuXian definitely didn’t believe that Jin GuangYao would let just anyone have access to it. It seemed that even of Mo XuanYu and Jin GuangYao weren’t in that sort of a relationship, they were still fairly close.

As he was thinking, Jin GuangYao’s voice came, “A-Su, my time is up. I’ll have to look after the guests. I’ll come see you afterwards.”

"Well, he can investigate freely." said Jiang Cheng.

"That's good then." said Nie Huaisang.

Wei WuXian had already squirmed his way out of his manuscripts. Hearing the voice, he immediately went inside again. This time, what he saw weren’t manuscripts, but… two title deeds for household and land?

"Now what is that?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"That's nothing suspicious." he added.

"Not yet." said Jiang Cheng.

Wei WuXian found this rather strange. How could title deeds hold such special value that they were kept in the same place as the YiLing Patriarch’s manuscripts? But, no matter how he looked at them, they were two of the average title deeds, without any tricks or codes. The papers were turning yellow and even had blotches of ink on them. Nevertheless, he didn’t think that Jin GuangYao placed them here at random. Thus, he took the time to remember the address, somewhere in Yunmeng’s Yunping City. He thought that he might find something there if he got the chance to do so.

"Yunping?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"That's part of our territory." he added.

"Think, what's in Yunping that is suspicious?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"I don't know. I rarely go there." answeres Jaing Cheng.

After hearing nothing for quite a while, Wei WuXian began to climb up the wall again. He finally reached the shelf blocked by the talisman of forbiddance. However, before he could examine what was kept inside the shelf, the scene before his eyes suddenly lit up.

Jin GuangYao walked over and lifted the curtain.

"Shit!" cursed Jaing Cheng and Wei Wuxian.

"Did he caught me?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Lets just pray that he didn't." said Nie Huaisang.

For a split second, Wei WuXian thought that he had been exposed. After the faint firelight made its way through the curtain, he found that he was enveloped in a shadow. A circular object just happened to be in front of him.

Jin GuangYao stood still, as though he was staring into the eyes of whatever was inside this shelf.

After a moment, he spoke, “Were you the one looking at me?”

"Is that a head?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"It's not clear." said Nie Huaisang.

"He wouldn't say something like that if that thing doesn't have eyes." said Jiang Cheng.

"Who's head would that be?" asked Jin Zixun.

"Yours. You want that?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"Obviously its Nie Mingjue's." he added with a glare.

Of course, there couldn’t be any response. He was silent for a while, then let down the curtain.

Wei WuXian quietly attached himself to the object. Cold and hard, it seemed to be a helmet. He then turned to the front. As he had expected, he saw a pallid face. The one who sealed the head wanted it to see nothing, hear nothing, speak nothing, and so incantations had been crowded onto the waxen skin. The eyes, the ears, and the mouth were all sealed tightly shut.

Wei WuXian greeted it in silence, What an honor to meet you, ChiFengZun.

"Da-ge." Nie Huaisang said in horror.

"You!" he shouted in rage as he strangle Meng Yao's neck.

"Stop." said Wei Wuxian.

"Not yet." he added and grabbed Nie Huaisang back.

As Wei WuXian had expected, the final piece of Nie MingJue’s body, his head, was indeed being kept by Jin GuangYao.

Nie Mingjue was unusually calm.

Meng Yao stood up from his seat, trying to escape but Jiang Cheng immediately stood and grabbed him.

"Let me go." he said and took out his sword and attacked Jiang Cheng.

"But before he can hit the man, a tip of a sword touched his neck.

"One wrong move, and you're dead." said Lan Xichen.

They looked at one another making Jiang Cheng seized the chance on tying the man.

"Next time, you're the one who will do it, Wei Wuxian." said Jiang Cheng and took a seat back.

"I didn't do that." said Meng Yao.

"But you trying to escape just proved that you have plans on doing that." said Wei Wuxian.

Nie MingJue, the one who almost seemed to go into invincible rages during the Sunshot Campaign, was sealed under layers upon layers within such a cramped, dismal room, unable to ever see the light.

If Wei WuXian simply removed the seal on the head, ChiFeng-Zun’s corpse would be able to sense it and come for it on its own. As he was inspecting the restrictions of the helmet, deciding how exactly to deal with it, he suddenly felt a powerful force of attraction. His weightless paper body had been shoved forward so that he was stuck to Nie MingJue’s forehead.

"Wei Ying." Lan Wangji called worriedly.

"It's nothing dangerous, Lan Zhan." said Wei Wuxian.

"Really? I don't think so." said Jiang Cheng.

"Don't believe him, Lan Wangji. Once Wei Wuxian said something like that, it means he is in a more dangerous situation. Just for your information." he said and Lan Wangji just nod at him making Wei Wuxian glared at him.

On the other side of Carp Tower, Lan WangJi continued to stare at Wei WuXian’s face as he sat beside him. A while later, his fingers twitched. With downcast eyes, he touched his lips softly.

It was very soft indeed, as soft as how the paperman had bumped into them.

The quadro laughed at him.

"My didi is thinking about something." teased Lan Xichen.

"Do you want to kiss me, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian asked.

"Shameless." said Lan Qiren and Jiang Cheng at the same time making Wei Wuxian laughed at them.

Suddenly, Wei WuXian’s hands jerked slightly, clenched into fists. Lan WangJi’s expression hardened and helped Wei WuXian into his arms. Holding his face, he saw that, although Wei WuXian’s eyes were still shut, his brows had knit closely together.

"My sweet Lan Zhan is worried about me." said Wei Wuxian.

"Knowing that you're in a dangerous situation, of course he will." said Lan Xichen.

"Don't worry, Lan Zhan. I will come back to you safe and sound." said Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji kissed his forehead.

Over at the secret room, Wei WuXian didn’t have to time react at all. Those of the deceased who held extreme resentment radiated such hateful energies and projected them onto the living, mitigating their anger and spreading their emotions. This was the cause of most hauntings. In fact, this was also the mechanism behind Empathy. If Wei WuXian were using his corporal body, a defense line to his soul, resentful energy definitely couldn’t touch him if he didn’t want it to. At the moment, however, he was possessing a flimsy piece of paper, which significantly impaired his defense ability. Not only was he close to the head, Nie MingJue’s resentful energy was also unusually strong. Wei WuXian was affected within just a moment of inattention. One second ago he had been thinking “oh no”, and the next he could already smell the scent of blood.

"Empathy again?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"What will we find out, then?" asked MianMian.

"More reason for me to give this midget the most painful torture." said Nie Huaisang.

"Want some ideas?" asked Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian.

"I can handle this." said Nie Huaisang and the two just nod their heads.