大家好，今日夜读之含光君登场：

Even three freshly dead fierce corpses working together could not subdue (v. 征服) this one arm! Wei Wuxian watched the battle closely. He curled (v. 卷曲) his tongue slightly, holding a sharp whistle back between his lips as he hesitated to let it loose. If he whistled, he could evoke (v. 唤起) greater hatred (n. 憎恨) within the controlled fierce corpses, and that would perhaps turn the tables. However, it would be difficult to ensure no one noticed that he was the instigator (n. 煽动者).

In the span of a second, that hand moved as fast as lightning (n. 闪电), ruthless (adj. 无情的) and precise as it snapped Madam Mo's neck. Seeing how the Mo family was being steadily beaten back, Wei Wuxian was just about to let loose the whistle he held under his tongue when—right then—two strums from a guqin (n. 古琴) sounded in the far distance.

The two notes were skillfully played, ethereal (adj. 超凡的) and clear, carrying with them the tinkling bleakness of windswept pines. The collection of demonic (adj. 恶魔的) evils that were in the middle of a brawl (n. 打斗) all froze. The youths of the Lan Clan of Gusu immediately beamed as if they had been resurrected. Lan Sizhui raised a hand to wipe (v. 擦) away the blood on his face and then looked up, calling out in delight: "Hanguang-jun!"

The moment he heard the cry of that sobriquet (n. 昵称) and the ding of the guqin (n. 古琴), Wei Wuxian turned to leave.

This time the note was higher-pitched, piercing through the sky like the austere (adj. 朴素的) harshness (n. 严酷) of winter's first approach. The three fierce corpses shrank (v. 收缩) back while covering one ear with their right hands at the same time. However, it was impossible to block out the Eradication Tone (n. 灭音) of the Lan Clan of Gusu in such a way. They only managed to back up a few steps before there was the faint sound of cracking (n. 破裂声) in their skulls.

As for that left arm, after engaging in such a ferocious (adj. 凶猛的) fight, hearing the sound of the strings now made it suddenly drop to the ground. Though its fingers still twitched, the arm was already lying limp and silent.

After a short silence, the group of youths couldn't help but erupt in loud cheers, the sound filled with the jubilation (n. 欢庆) of having survived. They had endured a terrifying night, and now that help from the clan had finally arrived, they couldn't have cared less if they were harshly punished later for "disgracing the sect with a breach of etiquette (n. 礼仪)."

While they waved toward the moon, Lan Sizhui suddenly noticed someone missing. He tugged at Lan Jingyi. "Where is he?" Lan Jingyi was busy being happy and replied, "That Mo-gongzi," Lan Sizhui replied. "Who? He who?" "Huh? Why are you looking for that lunatic (n. 疯子)? Who knows, maybe he was scared of getting beaten up by me and ran off somewhere."

Lan Sizhui knew that Lan Jingyi was unmindful (adj. 不留心的) and straightforward, never thinking deeply on things or harboring suspicion. He thought to himself, "I'll just wait until Hanguang-jun is down, then report to him about that man and the incident."