aroceu's ficThe first time a convicted murderer dies of a heart attack in their jail cell, no one thinks anything of it.
A week later, when it happens again, it’s almost innocuous enough. It gets brought up in lecture.
Wei Ying says, “What difference does it make? They’ll die one way or another.”
“Oh, Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian says, as one inky tentacle, warm and silky, wraps around Lan Wangji. “You’re just as depraved as the rest of us mere cultivators. As my demonic cultivation.”
Chase keeps Raimundo and Jack prisoner.