The moment black blood oozed out from the monthly exam answer sheet, the "dirty birthmark" on Lin Chen's collarbone exploded with silver-blue light patterns - there is no chance of a college entrance examination in Xingyun Academy, it is just a slaughterhouse for the awakened.
Su Muyao, the top student in the grade, stepped on the desk and climbed over the wall, with a rose tattoo blooming among the black vines on the back of her neck. "Your dragon's blood breaks the curse, and my knife cuts the throat." The short knife she threw was stained with demon brains, "First deal with your clone brother, he just kicked the dean's head like a ball."
The seventh floor underground hides a screening process that is even more ruthless than the college entrance examination: Either you will be squeezed into a weapon by the Shadow Council, or you will be like Lin Chen's father, leaving half of his mechanical arm and disappearing in the clock tower. That night when the blood moon engulfed the teaching building, Lin Chen realized that the Starfall school emblem on the school uniform was the seal formed by the melted ashes of three thousand awakened people.
"Three hundred years ago, my ancestor crucified your ancestor." Su Muyao pressed the tip of the knife against his heart, the scent of roses mixed with the smell of blood, "But the school rules did not say that we cannot overthrow the Shadow Parliament together."
When the silver-blue dragon's blood and rose-colored blood exploded on the tip of his tongue, the old god yawned. This fate is knowing that he is the enemy, but still wants to hand his back to him.
