After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The principal's studio.

The sky outside the window was faint and dim, and the huge studio was shrouded in a bleak twilight.

The narrow and cramped room was filled with old scrolls, and several star candles were placed high and low around the room, and the dim yellow candlelight illuminated the crowded studio.

Principal Pei sat alone in the dark red armchair.

He lowered his eyes and flipped the translation in front of him, holding a quill pen in his other hand, writing and drawing on a piece of paper.

The nib rubbed against the surface of the paper, making a rustling sound, echoing in the quiet working room.

After a long time, he put down the pen, turned his head and glanced out of the narrow and long window.

It's getting late.

Old Principal Pei stood up tremblingly and straightened the scroll in front of him with his old hand.

He conveniently took the manuscript from Shi'an's position just now and glanced down casually.

I have to say that Shi'an is the most gifted student in ancient writing that he has seen since his teaching career.

Although the other party has translated some basic content recently, they are all very accurate.

There was a look of admiration in the eyes of Old Principal Pei.

At this moment, his gaze suddenly paused, and his gaze stopped somewhere on the parchment for a moment.

There was a random circle drawn there, and a few scribbles were outlined next to it. It looked like a duck with an open mouth. The brush strokes were immature, and people couldn't help but smile when they saw it.

but……

Principal Pei showed a thoughtful look.

He has an impression of this position.

The main reason why he left the studio so late today is mainly because of this.

He could not successfully translate this entire paragraph anyway.

Principal Pei stroked his fingertips on the circled position of the opponent, and fell into thought.

After a long time, he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and he couldn't help being startled slightly.

Old Principal Pei reached out and picked up the crutches on the side, and came to the top of the spire alone.

Where is the ancient book that Mu Heng brought.

Since ancient books are extremely precious and difficult to preserve, they must be stored in a closed, dark and narrow space. At the same time, there are strict requirements for the concentration of magic power in the air. In order to protect the ancient books and to reduce the damage to the ancient books by frequent flipping, the translation work they have done in the past was not done directly on the books.

However, some ancient books can be photographed, and some cannot.

This is determined by the material of the writing paper and the type of magic attached to it.

The book that Mu Heng brought can not be photographed. The magic attached to it can interfere with the machine's image capture, so they can only use the most primitive method, which is copying.

The assistant in charge of copying has been with Principal Pei for more than 20 years. He has rich experience in this aspect and has almost never made any mistakes.

but……

As long as it is human, there is a possibility of making mistakes.

Principal Pei looked at the original ancient book spread out in front of him, then slowly lowered his head and looked at the transcript in his hand.

In the scribbled position, a small dot is missing above one of the symbols.

Although the difference between the two is extremely small, due to the peculiarities of ancient human language, the impact that this has caused in the entire paragraph is almost earth-shaking.

Principal Pei stared at the original in front of him in a daze.

Since the transcribed version can also be translated, even he did not think of the possibility of copying errors.

But... Shi An not only found it, but even circled it accurately.

Soon, Old Principal Pei came back to his senses.

He took out the pen he carried with him from his pocket and began to translate the fastest translation based on the original version.

After a long time, he stopped writing and looked at the paper full of scribbled notes.

After a simple translation, the entire paragraph has probably been shaped, and it should be about dragons and fire-breathing related content.

Principal Pei thought of something and turned to look at Shi'an's manuscript.

The duck with its mouth open, could it be...

Is it the fire-breathing dragon?

Old school Pei stood there, staring at the piece of paper in front of him, almost unbelievable.

Actually, he found a slight error in the transcript without noticing it, and in this case, he could figure out the complete meaning of the paragraph...

An ordinary, just-adult student, no matter how talented in translating ancient Chinese characters, would never be able to achieve his current level.

Is this kind of thing really possible?

Or is he thinking too much?

...No matter what the reason is, he must figure it out.

Old Principal Pei thought for a while, turned his head and called his assistant's name behind his back:

"Help me find Shi'an's contact information."

However, his voice seemed to be a stone thrown Shen Shen into the bottom of the well, and he did not reply for a long while.

strangeness.

Obviously when he came in, the assistant was waiting outside. Could something happen?

Principal Pei frowned, turned and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the narrow room, he saw his assistant lying face down on the ground, red blood slowly diffused from his body, soaking the wooden floor.

Principal Pei suddenly widened his eyes.

This...this is...

At this moment, several figures in black robes slowly emerged in the surrounding darkness. Their bodies seemed to blend in with the shadows behind them, their faces covered by hoods, their auras dark and dangerous.

"Mr. Pei, good evening."

The leader said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't expect you to be still at this time... It seems that our intelligence source is wrong."

The gray-haired old man in front of him suddenly scowled.

The huge magic power suddenly exploded, like a surging river.

The wooden structure in the tower creaked, and sawdust and paper flew raging under the strong force.

Several people in front of him were instantly knocked out, their backs hit the wall hard, making the sound of bones shattering.

"This is my school." The old principal looked solemn and slowly squeezed the cane in his palm. His voice was old and solemn: "It's not a place where you scumbags enter and leave at will."

The blood in the black clothed head was tumbling, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his head gloomily and looked at the old man not far away.

Although he is very old, Principal Pei was once a well-known strong man in the mainland a hundred years ago, and even now it seems very tricky.

but……

He slowly pulled up a smile in the shadows.

Water-like lines floated in the air behind the old man, and a dark shadow appeared silently.

The next second-

A blood flower bloomed on the placket of his chest.

The deep and dark blood stains slowly disappeared.

The air seemed suddenly silent.

Principal Pei's face suddenly paled, his figure shook, and then he fell to the ground with a puff.

"A breath-masking gem, very powerful, isn't it?" The man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up, and walked forward.

He lowered his eyes to look at the old man at his feet, and said softly:

"Old sir, I think you have something we want here... I advise you to hand it in early. I can still let you go without any pain."

Old school Pei coughed and choked in the blood flowing into his throat, with a weak breath:

"You dream..."

At this moment, several people in black, who were also in pitch black, walked out of the narrow room.

They gestured to the person in charge, indicating that something was found.

The old man's gaze fell on the ancient book in the man's hand.

He seemed to realize something suddenly, and his eyes widened suddenly.

He coughed twice and his voice was harsh: "What you want to summon is absolutely impossible—"

"No, old sir, what we want to summon has been successful." The headed man in black lowered his head and whispered.

There was a hint of fanaticism in his voice:

"It's already here."

Pure souls take the initiative to offer sacrifices, and the road to the future has already been paved.

Amidst the call of the believers, the giant dragon descended on the world wrapped in a monstrous flame capable of destroying the world.

The raging fire washes away the filth and devours the sin, and the whole world will be reborn in the divine punishment of burning the sky.

The blade was sharp, the shining edge passed over the old man's chest, and blazing blood spurted out.

Looking at the old man slowly losing his breath, the man in black smiled and said:

"All we have to do now is to help it regain its strength."

The entire academy of capable persons fell into panic and panic.

People from the administration sealed off the entire college, and the shrill sirens of ambulances echoed across the campus.

No one knows what happened.

However, the uneasy atmosphere is spreading hard to stop.

Inside the tower.

Members of the administration in uniform hurried in and out of the half-damaged tower.

They closed the scene, collected evidence, and took photos.

The corpse had been taken away, but there were still dry dark red blood stains on it, which looked particularly dazzling on the old wooden floor.

Mu Heng stood in the center of the chaotic scene, staring down at the empty box in front of him.

...The book is gone.

At this moment, members of the management bureau in charge of the site survey came to report to him.

After listening to the known clues in silence, Mu Heng nodded and waved to indicate that the other party could leave.

Watching the back of the other person leaving, Wen Yao hesitated and asked:

"The principal of Irvine Academy was also attacked. Will it be this time..."

"Dragon?"

Mu Heng's voice was indifferent and peaceful.

He said, "No."

The scene created by the dragon is violent and overwhelmingly devastating, not like this...

Targeted.

Mu Heng raised his eyes and looked around.

Although messy, there was hardly any damage other than the stolen book.

He sorted out his gloves slowly, and said: "The campus protection system of the Academy of Ability is not abnormal. The other party did not forcibly invade from the outside."

Wen Yao was startled: "Could it be..."

Mu Heng nodded, his eyes were cold, as if it were a deep dark night.

"Yes, it was put in."

In the dormitory.

Shi An frowned and looked out the window.

Lin Yanming opened the door of the room and walked out barefoot, staring suspiciously in the direction of the sound.

"What's wrong?"

Shi An shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."

After separating from Mu Heng, Shi An went straight back to the dormitory and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

Until late at night, he suddenly woke up.

There was tranquility all around.

When waking up, it's not a sound, but more like a... breath.

But that kind of breath is very weak, very far away, and it has suddenly disappeared before Shi An can catch the source.

very strange.

Not long after, noisy noises came from outside.

As for what happened, Shi An was really not sure, but there was always a dangerous premonition in his heart that he could not explain clearly.

Lin Yanming raised his hand to touch the phone, he frowned:

"no signal."

At this moment, Shi An suddenly raised his head and suddenly looked in a certain direction.

......The breath has appeared again!

Cold and sinister, dark and quiet, slowly rising from the night, floating somewhere far away.

As if calling him silently.

Shi An stood up abruptly.

"...Hey, hello!"

Lin Yanming's puzzled voice sounded behind him: "Shi'an, where are you going?"