Wei Wuxian

Night had long since swallowed the old estate. Moonlight barely pierced through the heavy clouds, and the wind howled through the empty corridors, rattling the dilapidated shutters. The silence did not last long. A heavy footstep echoed from the darkness. Wei Wuxian turned and saw corpses emerging from behind the walls, one after another. Their movements were jerky and unnatural, but their intentions were crystal clear.

So many dead in one place… and no one has shown up yet? Looks like I’ve been handed a job nobody asked for, again.

He looked at them, then at the empty courtyard behind him.

— Now, why have you all decided to crawl out in the middle of the night? People are actually supposed to be sleeping. Alright, alright. Don't get angry. I was just asking. Hey!

He slipped past the outstretched hands and noticed another body nearby. For a moment, a familiar glint of mischief flashed in his eyes. Dark energy surged from his fingertips. The corpse lying on the ground jerked violently, arched its back, and stood up. The reanimated dead immediately lunged toward the others, and Wei Wuxian was already preparing to take advantage of the commotion. That was when he felt it: spiritual energy. Wonderful. Just wonderful. Of course, it had to be right now. Soon, the familiar ring of metal echoed across the night courtyard—someone had drawn a sword. Wei Wuxian slowly closed his eyes.

— Oh no… Now things are truly going south...

Cultivators. And judging by the amount of spiritual energy—not just random travelers. A night hunt had begun on the very night he was reborn.

If I get seen here, explaining the appearance of these corpses is going to be especially fun. Especially the reanimated one. Especially my reanimated one.

Wei Wuxian quickened his pace. He clearly had no intention of staying, so he hurried away, glancing over his shoulder from time to time.

— And why do they always show up just when everything is almost over? Absolutely no sense of timing. Please, let it not be a great clan… Please, let it not be—

Thud! The impact was so unexpected that Wei Wuxian stumbled, nearly losing his balance. An unfamiliar cultivator stood before him. For a few seconds, Wei Wuxian stared at him in silence. He quickly glanced past the cultivator's shoulder, then back again.

— Ah… hello. You didn't see me. I mean, you did, of course. Otherwise, it would be a bit strange to be talking to thin air right now.

A long, raspy groan sounded behind his back. Wei Wuxian slowly turned around. The corpse he had just raised was just emerging from behind the wall. He looked back at the cultivator and raised his hands, showing that he had no intention of reaching for a weapon.

— Before you start asking questions, let me just say: it looks much worse than it actually is. Although, to be honest… I haven't quite figured it all out myself yet. You're here on a night hunt, aren't you? Which clan are you from? And please, don't tell me you plan on grabbing me first and dealing with the dead later.