Shen Liushuang spent three years in the Imperial College sweeping the land and had nightmares for three years. In his dream, he saw Wang Xuanzhen being beaten to death in the street by a young man from an aristocratic family - because he passed on a test question to a poor boy. The next day, the young master really appeared at the gate of the Imperial College, holding a whip in his hand. Shen Liushuang hesitated for a moment. He didn't take action. At night, the dream came again, and this time he saw Wang Xuanzhen's blood splattered on his face. On his third life, he rushed forward and blocked the first whip with his broom. The price has come. A blue-black mist penetrated into his chest, and someone whispered in his ear: "You owe Wang Xuanzhen your life. The cause and effect is unpaid, and the nightmare is proof." He didn't know what it was. But he soon discovered the second thing - the Imperial Academy issued a new order of succession. Among the ten people in his tenth armor, one person deceived the emperor and betrayed the country and faked his nationality, and all of them were executed. And Wang Xuanzhen is in this category. To make matters worse, in his dream tonight, he saw someone in the first class snitching on the noble family. I couldn't see the face clearly, I could only see the man's hand - there was a bronze thimble on his little finger. Shen Liushuang lowered his head and looked at his hands. No thimble. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Jiang Yuenu's voice behind him: "Brother Liushuang, why are your fingers bleeding?" He lowered his head. Blood dripped from the little finger of his right hand. The bronze thimble was embedded in the flesh and slowly rotating.
