Something broke past his shoulder, small and blue and fast.
Talismans were faster.
Four flicked out from his spread hands; right, left, above, and below. Wen Ning moved, with all a fierce corpse’s speed; the glint of blue recoiled from him, stuttering in air one moment as if trying to decide if it was more scared of the Ghost General or the Yiling Patriarch.
One moment too long. Two more talismans, and they had it trapped in a cube of glowing scarlet power.
Trapped and scared, Wei Wuxian knew. And while on the one hand good, it deserved to be scared, terrifying his people including small children….
Calm. Calm down. We need to solve the bigger problem.
And there was a bigger problem. One little watching spirit wouldn’t have been able to haunt the whole camp.
So he breathed out anger, and straightened his shoulders, approaching the translucent blue cloud writhing and squirming and trying to find a way past the array. Even as it stared at him, at them, with countless wide blue eyes. “Caught you! Wow, you’re good at hiding.”
Fear and panic and confusion; Wei Wuxian braced against it like a sudden gust of wind. It didn’t seem malevolent. Just… very, very strange.
“Lord of Light,” the peddler’s ghost almost gulped, “what the hells is that?”
“It’s not from a hell.” Wen Ning scowled at the ghost. “Jiejie? Is that… a cloud spirit?”
“I think so?” Wen Qing craned her neck to blink right back at all those eyes. “Some kind of air yaojing? I’ve never seen it in any manual.”
“Probably because they’re just too good at hide and seek.” Wei Wuxian smiled at wide blue eyes, trying to sort as much of those inhuman feelings as possible. Yaojing had motives, just not ones most people understood. “Is that what you were doing? Playing a game on the humans?”
:Watch! Supposed to!: If clouds could pout, this one was. :Let go let go let go!:
“I’d like to,” Wei Wuxian said seriously, tapping Chenqing against his wrist. “But I don’t know. If we know you’re playing the game, are all of you going to have as much fun anymore?”