Oops, saw that it was time to post today's WIP Wednesday and then forgot.
Here it is! RIP Mo Ziyuan, exactly one person is missing you. Gee, that poor Mo family, I wonder who is the ghost causing them so much problems hm.
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There were, in total, about ten people in the room, all looking exhausted and griped with despair. There was a strange, disagreeable smell — probably coming from the corpse in the corner of the room. Huddled over it were a couple of people. They must be the Mo Lady and her husband as they were much more lavishly dressed than the others, though their clothes were stained with blood and grime all the same.. Master Mo was missing both of his eyes. The wound looked quite terrible, as if they had been gouged out with the aim to do as much damage and inflict as much pain as possible. His hands awkwardly patted his wife’s back and murmuring calming words though it didn’t seem to have much an effect. She carried on wailing, hunched over the corpse of what must be her son. Her hands gripped the white cloth haphazardly thrown over it, so deep the tissue looked about to tear.
About four others looked like servants: One was missing his hands and another, one leg. The only girl was horribly disfigured, as Lan Xichen had warned them. Deep slashes marked her skin. The scars still looked red, like they might open with the slightest touch. Her sobs were quieter and tears of blood leaked out of her eyes. The last was thankfully spared, though he was as distraught as the rest.