The other blood-dripping top graduate in red robes flicked his sleeve, and one blood-red top graduate's hat after another flew out, closing in around the inkstone that was constantly spewing black characters.
At the same time, he let out a low shout.
"The implements of the scholar's study are all but tools in my hand. Whoever offends my official authority shall have their spirituality executed!"
As he murmured, the long wings on both sides of those blood-red top graduate's hats began to vibrate rapidly, like two swiftly flapping wings. Beneath their brims, blurry faces took shape.
Some of those faces were ugly, some handsome; some young, some old. As the hat wings vibrated rapidly, the blood-red top graduate's hats began spinning swiftly around the black inkstone, as though heads were flying up and down with them!
The lips on the faces beneath the blood-red top graduate's hats opened and closed rapidly, yet not the slightest sound emerged. ????
As their lips opened and shut, pages of blood-red paper swiftly appeared beneath each of their necks, fluttering as they were tugged by the flapping hat wings.
The blood-red pages looked as though they had been soaked in fresh blood, as if great streams of blood could drip from them at any moment. As they danced, they resembled thin, vicious ghosts drifting through the night sky.
As the heads beneath the top graduate's red hats flew about, these blood-red pages drew in every black character floating from the encircled inkstone.
The black characters continuously emitted a dim glow, seemingly unwilling to submit and struggling desperately to break free of the blood-red paper. Yet as the blood-red pages absorbed more and more black characters, they became increasingly viscous, their suction unbreakable.
The black characters were like drowning people deep within a sea of