TFOD Chapter 3

Even though he had a bad reputation and had died a tragic death, he did not cause trouble or seek revenge. He could swear that no solitary ghost in heaven or on earth was more peaceful and law-abiding than him!

But the difficult thing was that the Sacrifice of the Body was based on the caster’s wishes. Even if he were not convinced…since he was now in this body, it meant that they had reached an agreement. He had to fulfill the caster’s wish, otherwise, the curse would backfire. The person possessed would have their spirit and soul destroyed, never to be reincarnated.

Wei Wuxian tugged at his belt and checked his hands again. Sure enough, several cruel scars from sharp weapons were crisscrossed on both of his wrists. Although the bleeding had stopped, Wei Wuxian knew that these were not ordinary wounds. If he didn’t fulfill the body’s owner’s wishes, these wounds would not heal. The longer he delayed, the worse it would get. If he exceeded the limit, he and the body would be torn apart alive, soul and all.

After confirming it again and again, Wei Wuxian silently said “How unreasonable!” ten times in his heart. Finally, he managed to get himself to stand by holding onto the wall.

This room was big, but empty and shabby. The bedspreads and quilts hadn’t been washed for who knew how many days and reeked of mildew. In the corner was a bamboo basket that was originally for garbage, which had been kicked over. The dirty rubbish and waste paper had fallen all over the ground. Wei Wuxian noticed what looked like ink stains on the paper, so he picked up a piece at random and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was covered in dense writing. He busied himself gathering all the paper balls on the ground.

The writing on the paper should have been what the body’s owner wrote to vent when he was depressed. Some paragraphs were incoherent and illogical. The anxiety and tension seemed to jump off the paper through the twisted characters. Wei Wuxian patiently read through them, and the more he read, the more he felt that something was amiss.

By piecing things together, he roughly figured out some things. First, the owner of this body was named Mo Xuanyu, and this place was called Mo Family Manor.

Mo Xuanyu’s maternal grandfather was a local big shot. The clan had few members and no sons in the family line. After diligently working for many years, he only had two daughters. The second daughter’s name was not mentioned. The eldest daughter was born from the main wife and was married to a man who joined the family. Although the second daughter was good-looking, she was born to a house servant. Therefore, the Mo family originally planned to marry her off however they could. Who would have guessed that she would have a special encounter? When she was sixteen years old, a major sect leader passed by this place and fell in love with her at first sight. The two of them used Mo Family Manor as their secret meeting place. A year later, the second daughter of the Mo family gave birth to a son, who was Mo Xuanyu.

People at Mo Family Manor initially looked down on the situation. However, because people at the time admired those who cultivated to become immortal, those from the mysterious cultivation sects were seen as people blessed by the heavens and noble. The sect leader frequently helped this family, so the sentiment changed completely. Not only was the Mo family proud of it, but everyone else was also extremely envious.

But good times didn’t last for long. That sect leader got bored and stopped coming as frequently. After Mo Xuanyu turned four years old, the sect leader stopped coming altogether.

Over these years, the sentiment at Mo Family Manor changed again. The initial contempt and ridicule returned, along with a hint of disdainful pity. Although Mo’s second daughter was unwilling, she was sure that the sect leader would not ignore his own son. Sure enough, when Mo Xuanyu turned fourteen, the sect leader sent many people to formally bring the young man back.

The second daughter of the Mo family held her head high again. Although she couldn’t go with them, she was no longer repressed. She declared proudly to everyone that her son would surely become the leader of a cultivation sect, and that he would become rich and powerful and bring honor to their ancestors. As a result, the people at Mo Family Manor began discussing the matter for the third time, and their attitude changed.

However, before Mo Xuanyu could complete his cultivation and inherit his father’s family business, he was driven back.

And he was driven back in an extremely disgraceful way. Because Mo Xuanyu was a cut-sleeve and had the gall to harass his fellow disciples. This scandal was made public. In addition, he had mediocre talent and had not achieved anything in cultivation, so there was no reason to keep him in the family.

To make matters worse, Mo Xuanyu didn’t know what had triggered him. He returned as a completely deranged man. Sometimes he was okay, and sometimes he wasn’t. He seemed to have gone mad from fright.

Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows twitched a few times when he read this.

So, not only was he a cut-sleeve, but he was also a madman. No wonder he had painted his face with powder like an old, hanging ghost, and no wonder no one had found the large, bloody array on the ground suspicious. Perhaps even if Mo Xuanyu had covered the entire room with blood, from the floor to the ceiling, other people would not find it strange, because everyone knew he was mentally ill!

After Mo Xuanyu returned to his old home, mockery was heaped on him. This time, there seemed to be no room for change. Mo’s second daughter couldn’t handle the blow. A mouthful of resentment stuck in her chest and she choked to death.

At this time, Mo Xuanyu’s maternal grandfather had already passed away, and Mo’s eldest daughter was in charge of the house. This Madam Mo probably had always disliked her younger sister, and her dislike was even greater for her sister’s illegitimate son. She had a son, the one who came in to plunder just now. His name was Mo Ziyuan. When Mo Xuanyu was brought away with great fanfare, Madam Mo felt that, in any case, she could be considered to have some connection with a cultivation sect, so she hoped the sect members who came to pick him up would also take Mo Ziyuan for cultivation. Of course, she was rejected, or rather, ignored.

Nonsense! This wasn’t like selling cabbages, where you could bargain and buy one get one free!

It was also unknown where the family got their confidence from. They all had a strange idea that Mo Ziyuan must have had the potential to be an immortal. If he were the one who had gone instead, he would have definitely been favored by the immortal family and would not have been as useless as his cousin. When Mo Xuanyu left, Mo Ziyuan was still young, but since he was constantly fed these absurd ideas, he also deeply believed in them. Every other day he would seize the chance to humiliate Mo Xuanyu, scolding him for stealing his path to immortality. However, he coveted the talismans, pills, and small magic artifacts brought back from the cultivation sect. He treated all of them like his own belongings, taking them when he wanted and dismantling them as he wished. Although Mo Xuanyu was often deranged, he also knew he was being bullied. He endured it time and again. But Mo Ziyuan grew even more audacious, practically emptying his entire room. Mo Xuanyu finally couldn’t bear it anymore and stuttered a complaint to his uncle and aunt. As a result, Mo Ziyuan made a scene today.

The words on the paper were small and dense. Wei Wuxian’s eyes hurt from reading, and he thought, *What the hell kind of life did this guy live?* No wonder Mo Xuanyu would rather sacrifice his body and ask a fierce ghost or demon to possess him for revenge.

Once his eyes stopped hurting, his head started to hurt. Logically speaking, when the caster activated the array, they would have to silently recite their wish. As the summoned evil spirit, Wei Wuxian should have been able to hear the specific details of their request. But this forbidden art was probably a partial copy from some place where Mo Xuanyu had secretly found it, because he didn’t learn it fully and skipped that step. Although Wei Wuxian guessed he probably wanted to take revenge on the Mo family, how exactly should he take revenge? To what extent? Take back the stolen things? Beat up the Mo family?

Or…slaughter them?

Most likely, it was slaughter. After all, anyone who had been in the cultivation world would know the most commonly used words to describe Wei Wuxian: ungrateful, heartless and insane. Was there anyone else more suitable for the description of “vicious and malevolent”? Since Mo Xuanyu had dared to summon him by name, he would not have had a wish that could be easily fulfilled.

Wei Wuxian helplessly said, “You summoned the wrong person…”