Shuanghua's silver glare pierced into Song Lan's chest, then came out from his back. Song Lan looked down at Shuanghua's blade, which penetrated his heart, then slowly looked up again. He saw Xiao XingChen, who calmly held the sword. Song Lan moved his lips soundlessly. Xiao XingChen pulled out Shuanghua and returned it to its sheath Slowly, Song Lan fell to his knees before Xiao XingChen. At such a time, if Song Lan passed his sword to Xiao XingChen's hands, Xiao XingChen would've immediately known who he was. He'd be able to recognize the sword of his closest friend with just a touch. Yet, Song Lan could no longer do so. Would he pass the sword to Xiao XingChen, tell him who he had just killed with his own hands? A sword brought a gust of wind toward him. Xiao XingChen naturally blocked it with Shuanghua. As the two swords clashed, his face immediately grew blank. Or, one could say that his entire body instantly became a stone statue depicting a withered human. Xiao XingChen asked with utmost cautiousness, "... Is that you, ZiChen?" There was no answer. Song Lan's corpse stood behind him. He appeared as if he was gazing at Xiao XingChen, but there were no pupils within his eyes. Xiao XingChen stood where he was, at a loss of what to do, "... What happened...? Say something..." He had completely fallen apart, "Can anybody say something?!" Xiao XingChen stood blankly in front of Song Lan. Putting his hands on his head, he wailed as though he was ripping his chest apart. Xiao XingChen kneeled on the ground, beside Song Lan's feet. He squeezed himself close, as though he had shrunk into a small, weak lump of something, almost hoping that he'd disappear from this world. His snowy white robes had already been covered in dust and blood. The white bandages had been stained entirely red. Xiao XingChen's face was covered in blood. Without eyes to cry with, he could only bleed tears. Having been deceived for years, he took his enemy as a friend, and all of his kindness was stepped over. He thought that he was exorcising ghosts, but his hands were bathed in the blood of the innocent. He even killed his closest friend! He could only whimper in pain, "Please. Let me go." Suddenly, Xiao XingChen snatched up Shuanghua, which had been lying on the ground. Turning the body of the sword, he placed the sharp edge by his neck. Wei WuXian asked, "Daozhang Song, what do you intend on doing with Daozhang Xiao XingChen's corpse?" With one hand carefully cupping the two pouches, he pulled out Fuxue with his other hand and wrote two lines on the ground, "Incinerate the corpse. Look after the soul." Now that Xiao XingChen's soul was so shattered, it definitely couldn't return to its body, so incinerating the corpse wouldn't be a bad idea. With the body gone and only a pure soul left, after being diligently looked after, maybe the day would come when it returned again. Wei WuXian nodded, "What do you intend on doing afterwards?" Song Lan wrote, "Roam this world with Shuanghua. Exorcise evil beings alongside XingChen." After a pause, he continued, "When he wakes, say I'm sorry, it wasn't your fault." This was what he couldn't tell Xiao XingChen before he died. been 4 years and still the angsty story I've ever read and watch #xiaoxingchen #songlan #songxiao #mdzs #modaozushi #thegrandmasterofdemoniccultivation - @agsgyaya