After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The top floor of the library.

The silver-white dragon got the big shiny book and squatted contentedly on it.

Humans are not so easy.

As soon as he sat down, Zhuo Fu took out a thick pile of materials from his shoulder bag.

Immediately afterwards, he explained the whole process in detail, and then played the copy of the experimental record backup for Mu Heng.

The deep and weird prayer echoed, and then stopped abruptly in the next second, leaving only a rustling sound.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes thoughtfully, tapped the table top subconsciously with his fingertips, making an aggressive sound.

Zhuo Fu slowly took a deep breath: "...Anyway, that's probably it."

At this moment, Shi An, who was squatting on the book, blinked and looked over:

"I have an impression of this prayer."

Zhuo Fu was taken aback, turned his head and looked over: "What?"

Shi An: "This is the prayer used by those strange black-robed people."

He spread his wings and flew, not forgetting to bring his gem book, and staggeredly landed on Mu Heng's lap.

The man stretched out his hand and skillfully caught the dragon and the book together.

Shi An set himself up and said:

"It basically means that the sins committed by human beings must be paid for with blood, and the whole world will usher in a new tomorrow, Barabara."

The corners of Zhuo Fu's mouth twitched: "Sounds so evil."

He thought for a while, and asked in a puzzled manner:

"Speaking of which, what do these people mean by inserting? Do you insert spies? Or something else?"

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes casually:

"Not a spy."

Beginning with the death of the previous Principal Pei, he began to assign Wen Yao to secretly conduct background investigations and clean-ups within the administration, especially the members of the Warhead, from the Roth District and his party to the investigation of Long after his return. A lot of the enemies lurking in the bureau were disturbed, and they showed their feet.

After several rounds of screening, the inside of the administration is basically clean.

These eyes and ears have slowly penetrated in the past ten years, so they have not been noticed. When they have begun to be vigilant, it is almost impossible to insert people in such a short period of time.

Zhuo Fu was puzzled: "What could it be?"

Mu Heng tapped the table top with his fingertips: "Crack."

Those cracks that can release the strange purple mist outward should be the culprit that caused the recent strong fluctuations in the magic detection and the abnormal movement of the monsters.

This group of people inserted such gaps throughout the continent, causing frequent attacks by monsters on humans.

What is the purpose?

"...When the blood moon comes, our mission will finally be completed." Zhuo Fu murmured.

There are records of blood moons in ancient books of many races, and even human calendars, but the calculation method and the specific time are very different, and the results are also different.

Some are killings, some are harvests, and some symbolize the cycle of cause and effect.

Ancient alchemy believed that magic is a fluid, like a tide, which changes with the phase of the moon.

And the appearance of the blood moon will affect the direction of the magic flow of the entire continent.

When Zhuo Fu thought of this, his eyes widened slightly.

He stammered, and said incredulously:

"But, but since the fantasy seed disappeared, there has never been a blood moon on the mainland!"

Mu Heng said calmly: "We used to think there were no dragons in this world."

While talking, he gently rubbed Xiaolong's chin with his fingertips.

Zhuo Fu: "..."

He looked at the dragon that was lying on Mu Heng's knee and was naturally enjoying the human touch service, and fell into a long silence.

Well, that's good.

"Moreover, the recent abyss cracks have appeared too frequently. We don't know what kind of impact it has on the mainland." Mu Heng frowned and said:

"More importantly, we don't know the specific time."

Zhuo Fu's expression also became a little ugly:

"Yes."

The recording and measurement methods in each ancient book calendar are different. In different periods of human history, some are measured according to alchemy, some are measured according to the laws of the movement of celestial bodies, and some are measured according to the trajectory of magical power.

The difference calculated in ancient times may not be large, but it is not working now.

At this moment, the little dragon nestled in Mu Heng's knee yawned greatly and said in a nostalgic tone:

"Ah...Blood Moon, I don't really like it."

Both humans were startled and looked at Shi'an one after another.

Shi An shook his tail and said to himself: "At that time, all the monsters will become very noisy, and it will also make it difficult for me to fall asleep."

Zhuo Fu was stunned, and then suddenly burst into ecstasy.

Yes, although they don't know how to measure it now, they have dragons!

This is the person who had witnessed the blood moon!

He asked carefully:

"An An, do you know when the last blood moon should happen?"

Mu Heng glared at Zhuo Fu coldly.

Zhuo Fu quickly changed his words: "Ahem, Lord Dragon...It's Lord Dragon!"

The silver-white little dragon tilted his head and said, "Well, I have to calculate."

He closed his eyes and seemed to start thinking.

Zhuo Fu was a little nervous, and subconsciously held his breath.

Before his face was suffocated to the color of pig liver, Shi An finally opened his eyes.

He said: "About a week later."

Zhuo Fu raised his voice in disbelief: "A week??"

His face is even more ugly.

This, this, this... There is not much time left for them! !

Mu Heng was also aware of this, and his eyes sank slightly.

"You report this matter,"

Zhuo Fu nodded with a pale face.

"Give me the coordinates where the magic power fluctuates abnormally during this period of time,"

The silver-haired man stood up holding the dragon and commanded concisely:

"During this time, you can figure out what the monster swallowed as quickly as possible, and what might happen when the blood moon arrives."

It took a long time to get feedback from the upper management of the administration, but Mu Heng was not going to sit in a chair and wait, so he asked Zhuo Fu to get the coordinates of the recent abnormal fluctuations in magical power.

Wen Yao quickly got the same share.

After learning the status quo, she quickly began to watch the action, responsible for dispatching teams to the surrounding and even further directions, while Mu Heng was responsible for handling the coordinate addresses in the central area.

Mu Heng flipped through the information in front of him, and was suddenly attracted by a place.

Here is the highest value in the central area and the largest fluctuation.

more importantly……

Shi An poked his head out of the man's arms and looked at the file in his hand curiously:

"What's wrong?"

Mu Heng touched Xiaolong's back and showed him a corner of the document in his hand.

Shi An's gaze followed Mu Heng's fingers, and then fell on the family to which he belonged-"Shijia" after the location.

During this period of time, Shi Rui has been panicked and extremely frightened.

The people in black robes never contacted him again, and there seemed to be no more movement on the administration side. He didn't know whether those people doubted him, and he didn't know what his next destiny would be.

However, these are not what he fears most.

I don't know how many nights, he woke up from his dream screaming.

Sweating coldly, there are still those golden scarlet-colored horrible vertical pupils in his mind, and the boy who laughs innocently and harmlessly, but acts as if the devil is alive.

Shian.

Whenever he thought of this name, he couldn't help feeling a shudder. The dying fear he had experienced climbed up his back like a cold snake.

That was definitely not the half-brother that he had only promised and was weak and bullying in his impression.

It's a monster, it's a demon!

However, whenever Rui couldn't help but want to report, he couldn't help but think of the terrible phantom pain he had experienced.

The flame trace on his wrist was like a slave's mark, no matter how hard he tried to wipe it, it couldn't be removed from the skin.

Once, Shi Rui even raised his knife tremblingly, trying to gouge the skin off.

However, he could not bear the pain halfway and gave up.

When that half of the scab was gone, Shi Rui desperately found that the flame's mark was intact.

This secret is like burning hot coals, pressing on his heart all the time, making him breathless.

Shi Rui waited fearfully.

However, he waited and waited, not waiting for anything.

After that day, Shi'an disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

Shi Rui even resisted fear once and asked Shi'an's old butler for a while, but the other party was obviously wary of him, and only told him that Shi'an was out for a trip, and the return date was undetermined.

As the days passed, life seemed to have returned to the way it was before.

After the protection system was repaired, the Ability Academy opened normally.

Shi'an didn't come, and I heard that he took a long vacation.

The person who asked him for leave seemed very authoritative, so the school gave him leave very easily.

As time passed, the fear of that day began to fade from Shi Rui's heart.

Maybe Shi An will never come back again?

Shi An's disappearance was the best ending for him.

There is no longer a second candidate for the position of the heir to the Shi family, and Shi Rui no longer fears that he will wake up from a nightmare again.

How perfect.

One afternoon, Shi Rui suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

He was sitting in the hall, so he walked to the door and opened the door.

The door was opened.

A familiar face appeared in front of him.

The boy's hair was soft and light brown in the sun, his dark eyes were slightly bent, and the corners of his light lips were raised, revealing a harmless smile that was exactly the same as Shi Rui's nightmare.

Shi Rui: "..."

Those terrifying, red-gold eyes that seemed to come from ancient times emerged from the darkness, staring at him with icy contempt. The phantom pain of the burning fire rose from the limbs and the corpses, and a strong emergence emerged from the depths of the soul. fear.

Shi Rui felt as if he had received a blow, and was immediately dragged back into the most terrifying nightmare.

Although the sun was shining bright above his head, Shi Rui shivered involuntarily as if falling into an ice cave.

The boy stared at him with those dark, soft curved eyes.

His voice is soft, as if there is no offensive power, which makes people subconsciously relax their vigilance:

"Hi, long time no see."

The devil in an angel shell stood in front of Shirui, raised an intimate and pleasant smile at him, and asked without any malicious intent:

"do you miss me?"

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