Li Changan's body suddenly shook, and he immediately bent down involuntarily.
Beside her, Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong had already burst into tears. She didn't know why, but her heart felt so tight that she couldn't stop crying.
The sky rained blood, and all the people mourned.
A thought flashed through Li Changan's mind like lightning.
Li Changan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
No...how is this possible!?
He quickly looked around and saw that all the academy students were bowing down with sad expressions on their faces.
The sound of the bell continued, clearing the sky over the county and city over and over again.
A full twenty-seven bells rang, and Li Changan's heart suddenly felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.
There is...a third-grade scholar has fallen...
Boom!
There seems to be thunder roaring between heaven and earth, making people's liver and gallbladder tremble.
Something happened, something really happened.
Li Changan hurried home with Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong.
There is no need to celebrate this Mid-Autumn Festival that is celebrated by everyone.
A third-grade scholar has fallen, who still has such thoughts?
Others may not know it, but Li Changan instantly determined why the third-grade scholar died.
It must be the northern battlefield!
On the way home, Li Changan grabbed the hands of the two girls and kept calming their minds.
As for Jiang Lingyan, she was not affected at all. She even reached out to catch the rain of blood falling from the sky and took a closer look.
"It looks red, but it's actually just ordinary rain..."
The four of them returned home, and Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong's emotions finally calmed down.
Not long after, the jade identity tag in my arms vibrated slightly,
"Is it the northern border?——Bing 17"
"It's very possible.——Bing thirty-two"
"You haven't received any news?——Bing thirty-three"
"Who could know such a thing in advance? Who could have imagined that a third-grade scholar would die on the battlefield? I don't know who died. - Bing Thirty-Two"
"I'm afraid the situation on the northern battlefield is more difficult than we imagined. I heard that the demon clan has been launching attacks. - Bingseven"
"There is a gap in luck in the northern battlefield, which may be related to this incident. - Bing Thirty-Three"
Li Changan told the news he heard from Wang Tiangang,
"You should also ask your family, you won't be able to keep this kind of thing a secret for long. - Bing thirty-three"
"A gap in luck!? Brother Li, are you kidding me? How much war luck has gathered in the Literary Saint List since April? How could there be a gap in luck? - Bing 17"
"Even if there is a gap in luck, it will not cause the death of a third-grade scholar. If you want to kill a third-grade scholar, you need at least two strong men of the same level. - Bing Thirty-Two"
"Is it possible that the royal bloodline of the demon clan took action? The royal bloodline has the absolute strength to crush strong men of the same level. - Bingseven"
"No matter what the situation is, it's not good news. - Bing 32"
Watching the discussion between Zhou Ziyu and Annan, Li Changan thought of a more terrifying situation.
"There can't be only one third-grade scholar in the north, because the possibility of dying due to a lucky break is almost zero. Even if you can't fight alone, you can always stay in a group, right? Unless...——Bing Thirty-Three"
After Li Changan's words came out, the identity jade card suddenly fell silent for a while.
After a while, Annan replied,
"You mean... there are several gaps in luck, which makes the third-grade scholar unable to do anything, and this gives the demon clan an opportunity to take advantage of it? - Bing Thirty-Two"
"One luck gap is enough to shock people. How many luck gaps? Is this damn world about to be destroyed? With so much war luck, there can still be a deficit. It's really crazy. -
—C17"
Zhou Ziyu was so frightened by this speculation that the hairs on her body stood on end.
The more you think about this kind of thing, the more horrifying it becomes.
The border battlefield that should have been as stable as a mountain suddenly became riddled with holes.
How is this acceptable?
"It's useless to think so much now. The third-grade scholars have all fallen, and we can't intervene in such a battle. - Bing Thirty-Two"
"It is estimated that in two days, the news will be transmitted. Such a big event as the death of a third-grade scholar cannot be hidden even if you want to. There will always be an explanation. - Bing Thirty-Two"
As Annan said,
The death of a third-grade scholar cannot be concealed no matter what.
The annual Mid-Autumn Festival ended hastily.
On the second day, August 16th,
When Li Changan went to the academy again, a cloud of sadness hung over the academy.
It was as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts. All the students in the academy were distracted and even breathing became cautious.
Just like a building about to collapse, people are panicked.
There is no definite news yet, but in any case, the situation is not too optimistic.
After finishing the classes at the Self-cultivation Academy, Li Changan did not assign any more homework. Even if he did, these lost students would not have such thoughts.
Come to Tiandiyuan,
The situation on the ninth floor is not much better than that of Xiushenyuan.
Sit back at the desk.
Annan, who was in a daze at the side, looked over and said, "Your guess is probably true."
"There's something big going on in the north."
The last time they said something like this was when they learned that a third-grade scholar would be involved in the northern battlefield.
But now, the implications of this big event make people unable to help but feel frightened.
"A war broke out in the northern border, specifically Fengchuan Prefecture in the east. The war almost burned the entire Fengchuan border."
"How could the demon clan suddenly start such a war at this time?" Li Changan was puzzled, "Even if there are a few luck gaps, it shouldn't be."
Annan took a deep look at Li Changan and sighed, "This shows that there are more terrifying things than a gap in luck."
When Li Changan heard this, his hair stood on end.
Is there anything scarier than multiple luck gaps?
He didn't dare to think about it, nor could he imagine it.
"There is a traitor in the Jin State, and it is at least a traitor of the third rank or above, otherwise the fate of the war will not be affected." Zhou Ziyu walked over, with anger in his voice.
"Damn moth!"
Annan glanced at Zhou Ziyu and said, "You are so incompetent and furious now. Everyone knows that there is a traitor in the Jin Kingdom."
"So much good luck in war has been lost, and it has even led to the death of a third-grade scholar. Even if you say there is no traitor, you will not believe it."
"The key is how to remedy it next."
"Repair?" Zhou Ziyu's eyes were full of murderous intent, "In order to fight against the outside world, we must first pacify the inside, find the traitor and slaughter his entire clan."
Annan was speechless and spread his hands towards Li Changan, "I said Wufu has no brains. Do you believe me?"
No matter how fierce the argument between Zhou Ziyu and Annan is, it will not help.
The exact news has yet to come out, and all claims are just speculation.
Moreover, even the third-grade scholar has fallen, so what use will they, the shrimps who have not even reached the seventh-grade, worry about?
Li Changan listened to them arguing in the Tiandi Courtyard, his head buzzing.
The problem was that not only the two of them, but also hundreds of students on the first floor soon joined in the discussion.
It’s not easy to get through to the end of the day,
Li Changan decisively rejected Annan's invitation and quickly left the academy.
God knows if he would die suddenly if he listened to them arguing again.
Walking on the way home,
Song Anmin walked over with a little haste and said urgently, "Lord, the plan may be advanced."