short story on ficbook "You know, Daozhang..." by agua-tofana
(AU where Xue Yang survives the encounter with the main characters and, after some time, takes possession of Xiao Xingchen's soul pouch, committing good deeds solely to collect the fragments of his soul, which is not completely lost.)
– Why do you like white so much, Daozhang? And those Lanes of yours are always in mourning. We're the dark forces, you know. And those white clothes are a pain to wash. Why did I decide to wear them? How do you always stay clean, Daozhang? Share your secret. I won't tell anyone. I don't have anyone to tell, you know. It's not that it bothers me...
– "Gai you, daozhang," Xue Yang frets, shaking his hand. "The skin is gone. And the greens still haven't washed off, look! We need more soap root, but where can we get it? Yes, yes, we can't steal, I remember. And what can we get from the peasants? Have you seen what they paid today? A bowl of porridge and green onions! And a candy, yes. They must have saved it from the holiday." And I didn't just kill the Yao Guai, I also fixed the fence! So, Daozhang, did you fix fences with one hand? Well, keep quiet. And I had to give the candy to the kid who was supporting the post. Supporting, my ass. He was hanging around, curious about everything. At his age, I could easily fight off the merchants. Everyone was shouting, "He stole it, he stole it." But where's the proof? Right, Daozhang?
...The spark that flashed over the river trembled, flew, and ended up in Xiao Xingchen's soul pouch...
— (Xue Yang is talking to Xingchen, but Xingchen can't even respond😔)—
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