Since the school was established, such a scene has never occurred.
No one from the two classes chosen for the Black Building was injured; all the children were brought back safely.
In the midst of disaster, children with special personalities represent hope; Yan Lan single-handedly protected the ember of the stronghold.
The faint light scattered over her long hair, and her fearless eyes seemed to declare war against the city occupied by ghosts and monsters.
Blood slid down the metal on her arm—strong, domineering, authoritative—many involuntarily lowered their heads.
"Bang!"
Yan Lan jerked the rusty chain behind her, fusing with hatred, causing the headmaster, who had turned into a ghost and monster, to fall to the ground.
Scattered fragments of grudge fell like black snow behind her.
Her pitch-black boots stepped on the headmaster's spine; hatred surged, but it couldn't free itself from Yan Lan's chain.
