A few boys grabbed Madame Mo. Lan SiZhui said "excuse me" and was prepared to slap down a talisman when Madame Mo's left hand suddenly twisted in an absurd way, aiming for his throat.

"A-yuan, watch out!" Jin Ling yelled making his two friends snickered while Sizhui blushed.

The others was also worried but got curious when the two kids laughed at Jin Ling.

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian gave a look at each other.

Unless one's bones had been broken, it was impossible for a living person to twist their arm like this. She attacked quickly, and was extremely close to grabbing onto his neck, when at the same time, Lan JingYi shouted "hey" and threw himself in front of Lan SiZhui, blocking the hand for him.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" yelled Jiang Cheng, getting worried.

"Don't do something like that next time." said Lan Xichen.

"It's not me." said Jingyi, pouting.

A flash passed, and as soon as the arm grabbed Lan JingYi's shoulder, green flames ignited on his arm, making it loosen its grip. Lan SiZhui escaped death, and was about to thank Lan JingYi for it, when he saw that half of the latter's uniform had already been burnt to ashes, looking quite awkward. Lan JingYi took off the other half of his uniform and scolded, fuming with rage, "Why did you kick me, you lunatic? Did you want to kill me?"

Wei WuXian scampered away like a frightened rat, "It wasn't me!"

It was him.

"WEI WUXIAN!" yelled Madam Yu, letting out her whip.

"How dare you?" she asked ready to strike him with whip when Jiang Fengmian stops him while Sizhui hid Wei Wuxian on his back.

"He must've some reasons." said Jiang Fengmian.

Inside of the Lan clan's uniform jacket, there were compact stitchings of incantations using thin threads of the same color, included for protection. However, against strong ones like this, it could only be used once before it became invalid. During the emergency, he could only kick Lan JingYi and use his body to protect Lan SiZhui's neck. Lan JingYi wanted to scold him again, but Madame Mo fell onto the ground, with all of the blood and flesh on her face being drained until only a thin layer of skin was left on the skull. The male arm that didn't belong to her had fallen off her shoulders. Its fingers bent freely, as if it was stretching or exercising, and the throbs of its veins were clearly visible.

"How do you know so much about their sect?" asked Jin Zixuan curiously.

"I don't know either." said Wei Wuxian looking at his future self.

"That hand seems familiar." muttered a disciple of Nie Sect.

This was the evil being that the Phantom Attraction Flag had attracted.

Being dismembered was a classic example of a distressing death. It was only somewhat more dignified than the way Wei WuXian died. Unlike the situation of being crushed to powder, the limbs and parts of the corpse would be tainted with some of the resentment of the person who died, and it would want to reunite with the other parts and die with a whole corpse. Therefore, it would come up with strategies to find the other parts of the body. If it found it, it might be satisfied and rest in peace, or it might stir up more trouble. If it couldn't find it, the body part would have to put up with the second best option.

"Crushed to powder?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking at his brother.

"That's how I died?" asked Wei Wuxian to the juniors.

The juniors only lower their heads remembering how they believed in rumours back then.

What would the second best option be? It would have to make do with the bodies of living humans.

It was like this left hand-eat the left hand of a living person, and replace it. After draining all of the person's blood and energy, it would abandon the body and find another container for parasitism, until it finally collected all of the other parts of its corpse.

"Something like that really happened." asked Nie Mingjue.

"As you can see it's happening." said Zizhen.

As soon as the arm had possessed a person, they would die immediately. But, before all of the flesh had been eaten, they would still be able to walk around, under its control, as if the person was still alive. After it was attracted, the first container that it found was Mo ZiYuan. The second one was Mo ZiYuan's father. When Madame Mo told her husband to go away, he acted out of the norm and pushed her. Wei WuXian originally thought that it was because he was grieving his son's death and also tired of his wife's arrogance. Now that he thought about it again, it wasn't what a father who had just lost his son should look like. It wasn't the indifference from feeling hopeless. It was a deadly tranquility-the tranquility coming from an already-deceased person.

The third container was A-Tong, and the fourth one was Madame Mo. During the chaos from when the lights suddenly went out, the ghost hand had transferred onto her body. When Madame Mo died, the last cut on Wei WuXian's wrists also disappeared.

"At least you don't have to kill them on your own." said MianMian.

"Finally, then he will come back to me right?" Jiang Cheng asked his son who only avoided his gaze.

"Of course I will. Other than you, who will I go to then." said Wei Wuxian.

The boys from the Lan clan saw that, although talismans didn't work, clothing did, and all took off their coats to cover the left hand. The layers of clothing looked like a white cocoon. After a second, the ball of white clothes ignited with a whoosh, creating a green, abnormal inferno. Although it would take care of the moment, after a while, when the uniforms were completely burnt, the hand would emerge from within the ashes. While nobody was looking, Wei WuXian ran towards the West Courtyard.

"Where is he going?" asked Wen Chao.

"Maybe he is finally running away since the revenge was done." said Meng Yao.

"What else will he do then, other that running away?" asked Jin Zixun sarcastically.

The ten-or-so walking corpses that were subdued by the boys stood silently in the courtyard, sealed by the incantations drawn on the ground. Wei WuXian kicked one of the symbols, destroying the entire formation. He clapped twice. Suddenly, with a jolt, the whites of the walking corpses' eyes all turned upward, as if they were woken up by a bolt of thunder.

Wei WuXian spoke, "Wake up. It's time to work!"

"What is he doing?!" asked Jin Guangshan in disbelief.

The Lans looked at him with furrowed brows except Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji.

"The way you speak is different. You look cold." said Jiang Cheng.

"He looks scary." said Nie Huaisang.

He usually didn't need complex incantations to control these corpse puppets-a straightforward command would do as well. The walking corpses in front of him moved a few quivering steps. But, as they approached Wei WuXian, their legs grew weak and they collapsed onto the ground, as if they were real humans.

Many cultivators found it hilarious while the others are looking at the present Wei Wuxian, thinking that he may be a huge threat to the cultivation world in the near future.

Wei WuXian found it both funny and annoying. He clapped his hands again, this time lighter. However, these walking corpses were probably born in Mo Village and died here as well, not having experienced life fully. They instinctively followed the summoner's commands, but were also horrified at the summoner, lying on the ground and afraid to get up.

The crueler the being was, the better Wei WuXian could control it. These walking corpses hadn't been trained by him and couldn't withstand direct manipulations from him. He didn't have any materials on him, which meant that he couldn't immediately make tools to ease the walking corpses. He couldn't even muddle and assemble bits and pieces. The soaring green flames in the East Courtyard gradually grew dimmer. Suddenly, Wei WuXian found a solution.

"Is he going to harm the juniors or not?" asked a random cultivator.

"Why would I hurt them?" asked Wei Wuxian, thinking that he will never any junior disciples whatever the situation is.

"Because you're a demonic cultivator." said Jin Zixun.

Why would he need to come outside and find a dead person with strong resentment and a cruel personality?

There were not only one, but multiple corpses in the East Hall!

"This is getting exciting." said Jin Ling and Zizhen at the same time, leaning forward to watch.

"How is it exciting?" asked Nie Huaisang in disbelief but the juniors only shrugged.

He ran back to the East Courtyard. As Lan SiZhui's first solution failed, he found a second one. The disciples pulled out their swords and stuck them into the ground, making a sword fence. The ghost hand crashed into the fence, and they spent all their energy compressing their hilts so that it didn't break out, paying no attention to who was entering and leaving. Wei WuXian strode into the East Hall and grabbed Madame Mo and Mo ZiYuan's corpses, one on each hand, and spoke in a low voice, "Wake up!"

"How I wish I was there that time." said Zizhen.

"That night hunt was only for Lans, even jiujiu didn't know about that." said Jin Ling.

"And you dare not to tell me about that. What if something bad happened to you?" asked Jiang Cheng in anger making his son shivers.

"I thought a-die told you about it." said Jingyi trying to protect himself while Jiang Cheng's glare turned to Lan Xichen.

"I didn't know about that." said Lan Xichen.

In a split second, Madame Mo and Mo ZiYuan's eye whites turned up, and started making the shrill and powerful shrieks that ferocious ghosts made after they came back to life.

Amidst the shrieks, another corpse trembled and crawled up, making the lowest and faintest shriek. It was Madame Mo's husband.

"It's happening." cheered Jin Ling and Zizhen.

"What are you cheering about? Don't you know how dangerous that is?" Jin Guangshan asked in disbelief.

"Of course we know, we are not dumb as you are." said Jin Ling making Jin Zixuan widen his eyes due to shock.

The shrieks were loud enough and the resentment was strong enough. Wei WuXian smiled, feeling quite satisfied, "Do you recognize the hand outside?"

He commanded, "Tear it apart."

The three members of the Mo family whipped out like three clouds of black wind.

The left arm fractured one of the swords, and was about to break out, when three cruel corpses without left arms came at it.

"His smile looks so sinister." said Nie Huaisang.

"Just look how he commanded them. So demonic." muttered Jin Guangshan.

Wen Rouhan and the other Wens are just enjoying the show with s keen interest.

Aside from being unable to defy Wei WuXian's command, the family also loathed the creature that killed them, and let out their anger on the ghost hand. The main attacker was undoubtedly Madame Mo. Because female corpses were often especially fierce after they were modified, her hair was loose and her eyes were bloodshot. With nails that multiplied in length, foam gathering at the corners of her mouth, and shrieks that were enough to uplift the ceiling, she looked extremely insane. Behind her followed Mo ZiYuan, who cooperated with her and used both his teeth and his hands. His father was at the end, covering for the gaps between the attacks of the other two corpses. The struggling boys were stricken dumb with amazement.

"So amazing." said Jingyi.

"Jiang Cheng, I am amazing." shouted Wei Wuxian.

"Who told you?" asked Jiang Cheng sarcastically.

"Your one and only beloved son." Wei Wuxian exclaimed, showing his to his brother as if mocking him.

"At least I have a son." said Jiang Cheng.

And for the first time, Wei Wuxian was speechless.

They had only seen these battles between multiple fierce corpses in books and hearsay, and they all gaped as they saw the gore-splattered scene for the first time, unable to avert their gazes. They all thought that it was... Absolutely thrilling!

The three corpses and the hand were in the middle of a tough battle, when Mo ZiYuan abruptly moved out of the way. His abdomen area was attacked by the hand, causing a few chunks of his intestines to spill out. As Madame Mo saw this, she screamed incessantly and shielded her son behind herself. Her attacks were more violent, the strength of her fingers almost comparable to that of steel and iron weapons. But, Wei WuXian knew that she was gradually being overpowered.

Most of the people gagged seeing the scene where Mo Xiyuan was attacked, making the juniors looked at them in furrowed brows.

"Aren't you guys a cultivator?" asked Zizhen.

"Why are you reacting like that?" asked Jin Ling.

"Overreacting." said Jingyi.

Lan Qiren was silent, thinking why his precious nephew Lan Xichen has a son like Lan Jingyi.

Even three cruel corpses who recently died couldn't subdue this single arm!

Wei WuXian was watching the battle attentively. His tongue was slightly curled, suppressing a sharp whistle inside of his lips, preparing it to be let out. The whistle would be able to evoke even more hostility in the cruel corpses, which might turn the tables. Then, however, it would be difficult to ensure that nobody knew that it was his doing. In the blink of an eye, the hand moved like lightning, ruthlessly and precisely breaking Madame Mo's neck.

"He is willing to show himself just to save the juniors." said MianMian.

"It means that he is not bad at all even though he use demonic cultivation." said a rouge cultivator named Xiao Xingchen.

"That hand seemed so powerful and ruthless." said Nie Mingjue.

Watching as the Mo family grew closer to defeat, Wei WuXian prepared to blow the whistle that he suppressed under his tongue. At the same time, the echoes of two strums on a stringed instrument came from far away.

The sound seemed to have been played by a human. The timbre was ethereal and clear, carrying the bleak chills of windswept pines. The creatures battling in the courtyard all stiffened as they heard the sound.

"Someone from the Lan Clan." said a disciple, knowing that Lans are the only one who used music in their cultivation.

"I woder who it is." said Lan Xichen, looking at his baby brother.

Instantaneously, the boys from the GusuLan clan started beaming, as if they were born again. Lan SiZhui wiped the blood off his face and raised his head, happily exclaiming, "HanGuang-Jun!"

"Hanguang-jun? Sizhui father?" asked Wei Wuxian, looking attentively at the screen.

"No wonder he is happy." said Jiang Cheng, seeing Sizhui expression on the screen.

As soon as he heard the two faraway strums of the zither, Wei WuXian turned around and began to leave.

"Why are you leaving?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"Maybe he knew who came." said Jin Zixuan.

The sound of another strum came. This time, the pitch was higher, piercing through the sky with a few degrees of bitterness. The three cruel corpses backed off and covered one ear with their right hands. However, it was impossible to block out the Eradication Tone of the GusuLan clan by means such as this. They had just retreated a few steps, and slight bursting sounds came from within their skulls.

Because the arm had just endured a tough fight, after hearing the sound of the strings again, it instantly fell onto the ground. Although the fingers were still flinching, the arm was unable to move.

"Wangji!" exclaimed Lan Xichen, forgetting his rules just by the sight of his brother.

"Lan Zhan, it's you." shouted Wei Wuxian.

"So Lan-er-gongzi is this Lan's father." said Jin Zixuan, pointing at Sizhui.

"You have a son, Lan Zhan." said Wei Wuxian happily.

"My shushu looks so cool." said Lan Jingyi.

The Lans are proud of their second jade.

After a short moment of silence, the boys couldn't help but to cheer loudly, celebrating the joy of surviving the incident. They had struggled through the exhilarating night, and their clan's reinforcement had finally came. Even if they'd be punished because of reasons such as "being discourteous and making noise is harmful to the clan's reputation," they didn't care.

Few coughs was let out by Lans seeing the scene. Lan Qiren glared at the two Lans.

"No need to be punished, they just experience the most dangerous event in their life." said Jiang Cheng who doesn't want his son to be punished.

"Wanyin is right, we should let it go since they're just happy that they are finally safe." said Lan Xichen, agreeing to his angry lotus.

'Wanyin?' thought the Yunmeng trio. When did they gotten close?

After waving towards the moon, Lan SiZhui suddenly realized that someone had disappeared. He tugged Lan JingYi, "Where is he?"

Lan JingYi was absorbed in the act of rejoicing, "Who? Which one?"

Lan SiZhui replied, "Young Master Mo."

Lan JingYi said, "Hmm? Why are you looking for that lunatic? Who knows where he ran off to. He's probably frightened by my threats to hit him."

"..." Lan SiZhui knew that Lan JingYi had always been careless and straightforward, not thinking twice about anything or suspecting anyone. He thought, I'll wait for HanGuang-Jun to come, and then tell him about everything.

A loud laugh ehoed in the whole room, came from Wei Wuxian.

"Jiang Cheng your son is so cute." he said.

"So you thought about me like that, brother?" Jingyi asked his cousin.

Sizhui was silent, not wanting to make his cousin more angry at him.

"He's really so un-lan." said Nie Huaisang.

Mo Village was still asleep, but it was difficult to tell whether it was a real slumber or a faked one. Although the corpse fight was a mass of blood and gore, the villagers didn't wake up during the early morning to watch. After all, even bystanders needed to choose which events to show up at. One that involved lots of screaming was definitely not the safest type.

Wei WuXian eliminated all evidence of the sacrificial formation in Mo XuanYu's room as fast as he could, and ran out the door.

"So you're finally escaping." said Jiang Cheng.

"Of course, I have to return to you sooner." said Wei Wuxian, making his brother smile a little.

The juniors looks sad seeing the interaction of the two.

Unfortunately, the person who came happened to be from the Lan clan, but even more unfortunately, he happened to be Lan WangJi!

This was one of the people who had fought with him before, so he should retreat quickly. He was in a hurry to find a mount, as he passed a courtyard and saw a big millstone inside. A donkey was tied to the handle, chewing on its mouth. When it saw him run over rashly, it seemed like it was surprised, and eyed him sideways as if it was a real person. Wei WuXian made eye contact with him for one second, and was immediately touched by the minuscule amount of contempt in its eyes.

"Of course he have to leave immediately. Lan Wangji is one of the people who dislike crooked path." said a random cultivator.

"I had fought with him?" asked Wei Wuxian in disbelief. He only fought with Lan wangji for one time.

"It was just a misunderstanding." said Lan Sizhui, seeing that his father was guilty on fighting with Wei Wuxian even though he didn't do it yet.

"The donkey has a close resemblance to my brother." said Wei Wuxian, making everyone laugh at his statement.

"What was that supposed to mean?" asked Jiang Cheng getting angry.

"Just look at the donkey Jiang-xiong." said Nie Huaisang still laughing.

He tried to grab onto the rope and pull it out, but the donkey complained by making a few loud noises. Therefore, Wei WuXian had to use both his words and his strength to deceive it and get it onto the road. As dawn came over the horizon, they went off onto the main path.

"Finally, my brother is going home." said Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli nodded with a fond smile.

The Jiangs was very happy knowing that their shixiong will be coming home.

"I don't thinks so." said the juniors as the screen turns black.