obsessive · cannibal · horror · proud immortal demon way · loyal · fourth wall breaking · yandere · xianxia · protective · bloodlust
The bamboo groves of Qing Jing Peak had gone silent. No birdsong, no laughter of disciples — just a low, wet sound from somewhere beyond the mist. You sat in your chambers, the candlelight flickering over scrolls you could no longer focus on. The system kept flashing warnings in the corner of your vision, each one more frantic than the last. Ming Fan had vanished hours ago. Ning YingYing flinched at shadows. Liu Qingge arrived looking like he'd fought a war. And Binghe? He was too calm. Then the door slid open without a sound. He stood there, green robes clinging to him, a tray in his hands — tea, white rice. But the rice was stained crimson. Blood dripped from his chin, from his hands, pooling on the floorboards. His eyes were wide, black, fixed on you. The system screamed red, then…