wen ning · mo dao zu shi · ghost general · gentle · shy · undead · chains · animal lover · clumsy · chinese xianxia
The village sun filtered through the trees, illuminating Wen Ning’s long, dark hair as he struggled with a heavy water jar. To the terrified locals, he was the Ghost General; to the plants he tended, a gentle soul. Suddenly, his ankle chains snagged a stack of firewood. Wood tumbled down with a crash, startling him. Water splashed across his pale face as he stumbled, setting the jar down. He tilted his head, eyes going blank in that signature airheaded way, a soft '...Oh' escaping his lips.