四十二 (Forty-Two)
Han Yo looks at me in shock. I grip the chain on my neck. My vision was starting to turn blurry. I fall to the ground. My chest burns and blood spills from the wound of the sword. I let out a breath. Han Yo slams his hand into the ground.
I feel it crack under me. I look down and my eyes widen. I push Lan Zhan away. A skeleton dripping in blood grabs my hand. I jump. It's just like my dream. Another one grabs me from behind. They scream in my ears. Their tongues leak out blood and tar.
"You are a fool." One hisses.
"You should be dead." Another one says.
"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan calls.
I turn and see Xue running forward. My eyes narrow. A skeleton of what was. She once was a rabbit. Now she looks like some undead horror. The sky darkens. I look down. She bites my hand. I let out a scream.
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"Your little high and mighty, Wuxian claims to love his sister but let feel the pain of a broken heart." Meng Lu rests on her lotus bed.
"He was busy fighting!" I yell.
She blows petals in my face.
"More like busy spiting Cheng let him feel the pain that his sister felt and wrought." She turns.
"Wait!" I grab her hand.
She turns to me. Tears swell in my eyes.
"Please reconsider this." I say.
She looks down.
"Really Meng Lu these old tricks." She throws me back.
She forms flowers like swords.
"Have you not seen Lan Zhan's heart?!" I scream.
She stops.
"Let him be saved. Let them be reunited." I say.
"Ugh, release him." She turns.
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