On the special plane to school on his first day, a female demon had leaned close to Zheng Qing's ear, her gaze dreamy as she sniffed his scent, and told him, "You smell wonderful."
Then there had been last year's Hunting Moon. The hunting team had led captured wild demons into the venue when a breeze swept past Zheng Qing from behind and fell over the broad lawn. The wild demons bound by demon-binding ropes had suddenly gone berserk.
Then, before school began early this year, during the season when the Silent Black Tide surged, the You Zui Hunting Team had been temporarily hired to take part in Beta Town's defense. Zheng Qing had been injured, and the beast tide had changed direction, breaking through Beta Town's defensive positions.
If Su Shijun had not arrived in time and taken control of the situation, Zheng Qing did not dare imagine how many children like Lin Guo would have lost their parents at such a young age after that day.
He had originally thought those incidents were isolated.
Until the teacher told him that he was a Forbidden Curse, that deep within his soul lay a Forbidden Spell Seed that had only just sprouted. Then everything became clear.
Just like the scene before him: when Zheng Qing touched the tiny wound on his finger and felt the pain radiating from his fingertip, his thoughts, which had become muddled while fleeing the bone fossils, cleared as though a veil of fog had been swept away.
The young publicly funded student felt his mouth go dry.
And bitter.
His sluggish mind finally recognized why those bone fossils had gone mad.
He pinched his injured finger, his face pale as he looked at his companions. The others immediately noticed Zheng Qing's strange reaction and looked