Ink Erosion Longyuan

In the autumn of 1991, Shilan Middle School ushered in an unusual rainy season. Lin Bei, a sophomore in high school, suffered from hysteria in math class. When the ink bottle exploded, he saw a shocking truth - the flowing ink marks turned into dragon-written spells, and the entire classroom was plunged into time amber. This strange phenomenon of time and space stagnation has been like a gangrene in my bones since the night my father disappeared in the third grade of junior high school. When he sneaked into the swimming pool to try to calm down, he encountered a pale ghost hand protruding from the bottom of the pool. If Chu Zihang hadn't rescued him in time, he would have almost drowned in the frozen swimming pool. The undercurrent is not limited to the campus. Lu Mingfei discovered that all the comatose students' desks had ink-painted dragons and inscriptions on them; the new physical education teacher always inspected the library at midnight; the light and shadow of bronze columns occasionally appeared on the viaduct in the rainstorm. Until they triggered the Bronze City mechanism in the ancient books room, thousands of weasels tore through the boundaries of reality, and the golden pupil of Lin Bei's left eye illuminated the entire Nibelungen. The surveillance system of Kassel College sounded a piercing alarm at this moment. Professor Schneider stared at the fluctuations of words and spirits on the satellite cloud map, Principal Angers played with the jade pendant engraved with the word "Lin", and the keel cross deep in the ice cellar suddenly oozed blood. In a distant Beijing subway tunnel, a girl in a JK skirt bit into pieces a lollipop and carved a new prophecy on the tunnel wall: "On the day when Beichen returns to the throne, the person who burned all the threads of fate will descend from the Bronze Throne." Dragon Clan fanfic, please forgive me for not being good enough.