A new transfer student from the history department of Tunghai University can raise his hand in class and talk about the imperial examination reform during the Jinglong period. He can be stunned when eating in the cafeteria - this is the first time he has seen mobile payment in his more than three hundred years of life.
Everyone thought he was just a quiet and handsome senior. Until Jiang Zhezhi, the eldest daughter of the Jiang Group, saw him raising his hand in the parking lot and stopped the Zhou family's thugs in place.
What she didn't know was that he went down the mountain at the command of his master to fulfill a promise made by her ancestors three hundred years ago; that her sealed spiritual veins and sleeping bloodline were the only keys to the seal of the ancient ruins; and that the cracked underground outer hall was waiting to swallow her up.
The Netherworld Pavilion came to seize the fragments. He released his spiritual aura and everyone in the audience knelt and retreated: "She is the one I brought, whoever touches her will die." On the night of the full moon, four Nascent Souls surrounded her and killed her. He cut off the fly whisk with one finger and caught the fist with one hand. The opponent was defeated and fled to the north.
Jiang Zhezhi asked: "Have you really lived for three hundred years?" "Yes." "Okay."
But when the seal was completely loosened and her bloodline awakened, she no longer hid behind him, but stood beside him and said, "I'll carry it with you" - Lu Ran realized that the three hundred years of waiting were not a seal at all.
There were scars on the earth's veins, and there were more than one ruins. The man under the dry well couldn't get out for half a year. But some things can no longer be suppressed.
The story of a three-hundred-year-old monster who worked as a campus bodyguard, but lost himself in it.
