"Why does it seem that there are only freshmen in the academy?" Mu Yang and Zheng Xin followed the man all the way, except for a group of freshmen like them, there were almost no seniors.

"You know the blood mourning in "Dragons"!" The middle-aged man walked in front with a cigarette in his mouth, and a sign of "smoke-free campus" stood under the evergreen tree.

"I know, I'm not happy with you saying that the boss and I are both "Dragon" fans, but what does this have to do with that thing, we are super-level humans and not freaks with dragon blood. Mu Yang glanced at him.

"Actually, now, we are no different from that kind of thing in the hearts of human beings, little brother" Zheng Xin answered for no reason.

The middle-aged man stopped, and Mu Yang hit the man's sturdy back, and he was in some pain.

"When gene editing is made public, and artificial super-level humans are born, we will emerge from the dark world" The middle-aged man turned to look at Mu Yang in front of him, "We still need to guard this world, between the unknown and the known!" he said earnestly.

"Uncle, don't be second, say it well. "Zheng Xin's face is almost dark, uncle, you are thirty or forty years old, what's going on with the inexplicable secondary two, could it be that the famous cheap Fingal is based on you.

"Ahem!" the man's old face flushed, a little embarrassed, "Because of the birth of the first super-level human being, our kind has increased dramatically in the past ten years, compared to the base of ordinary human beings, the base is still very small, everyone can enjoy the warmth in the world openly, and the blood mourning thing is long gone, and we are not recruiting new students." To be honest, it's hard to believe that today's civilization has such advanced technology. It's like being in the Middle Ages, when the plague was raging, and suddenly you were told that we had the medicine to cure all diseases. "Uncle's painting style has changed so quickly, it seems to be thinking seriously.

"Uncle, to the point, you say something inexplicable, it's like an unscrupulous author is counting the words in the water. "If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat it, Mu Yang really wanted to smoke this uncle's two big mouths.

"Hahaha!" The man patted Mu Yang's shoulder, "Your analogy is not appropriate at all, I said what should be said, and you know what you can guess." There is no Caesar with a noble son on his face, and there is no embryo that is about to accompany you to blow up the wedding car with the "village rain"! They are all lost in the years!" the uncle took the last puff of his cigarette, threw it on the ground casually, and beckoned to them.

"What are you waiting for, young man! The times are calling, and the old man can't wait to see you" The middle-aged man moved, his steps speeding up a little!

Principal's Office.

"Hey, dear principal, you've done your job well!" the man slammed the door open, it was a small Chinese-style retro office, and the man didn't notice the old buckle on the door and kicked it out, just scratching the old man's teacup and shattering.

"It's not a small amount of courage, as soon as you come back, you're going to murder the principal, and you've been in the executive team for a long time, and you don't have any brains!" the old man yelled, feigning to be angry.

"Don't, Headmaster, how dare I," the man said, stepping back, the muscles on his face trembling slightly, "Your office is too old, and the door buckle likes to fly... Ah!" Before the uncle finished speaking, he flew out directly, the speed was too fast, and Mu Yang and Zheng Xin didn't react.

Mu Yang and Zheng Xin glanced at each other, both swallowed their saliva, and Mu Yang couldn't help but start sweating on his forehead. This old man seems to be quite vindictive and will start the series without saying a word, and he must not let him know that I said bad things about him.

"I've been waiting for a long time, come in and have a cup of tea!" the old man walked inside, his steps sonorous and powerful, and three cups of steaming tea were placed on the table!

The old man picked up the teacup and took small sips, the sunlight shining through the quartz glass on a few strands of his silver-white hair. His comfortable affection was like climbing onto the bed of his beloved girl! Mu Yang took a sip slightly, he was actually not used to these things that he had and didn't have, he glanced at it, and found that Zheng Xin actually made a respectful gesture to the old man, and what was even more strange was that the principal actually replied, and then the two of them drank it all heroically. I'll go, this style of painting is wrong, you two are drinking.

"Why, it's so much different from what is written in the book?" the old man saw Mu Yang's doubts, "I should be wearing a crisp suit, wearing expensive eyes, carrying two bottles of whiskey and saying to you, "Come, young man, let's drink these two bottles of mellow spirits, ignite your majesty, and then rush to the battlefield with high spirits, either live or die!" "Headmaster, stood up, and walked in front of him, Mu Yang suddenly felt that the old man in front of him seemed to be in danger for a moment, and he was so frightened that he got up from his chair, and Zheng Xin's flame began to burn from his hand.

"Don't excite the child!" the old man gently pressed his hands on his shoulders, and Mu Yang felt a little relieved. It's like a stray dog fighting outside, dragging its scars on the road, and suddenly someone takes it home. Walking in, Mu Yang found that the principal was also very tall and strong, a cut taller than him. His thin body of 178 was really abused.

"Introduce yourself!" said the old man with a kind smile, a face that was not at all bad as the old thief had described. "My name is Gu! Authentic Chinese with British ancestry!"

"That's it, it's gone?" Mu Yang was stunned, "Shouldn't you be some dragon-slaying thug leading the secret party?" Oh no, it's another group of guys!"

"You're too poisoned, Mu Yang! Your mouth is very similar to him!" the old man sat back and poured himself another cup of tea.

"So, the spirit of words is actually our genetic ability, right? Zheng Xin looked at the flame in her hand.

"I know that you two little guys will be much more than others, that's why I came here to drink tea!"

"According to biology, how can the genetic abilities of living organisms rob those forces that belong to nature?" Zheng Xin asked again, and Mu Yang obediently closed his mouth. He was also confused, and you happily ate and took the encyclopedia, which turned out to be hundreds of thousands of pages of ancient Egyptian. Zheng Xin knows how to ask questions, so he just listens.

"Living beings are also a part of nature, aren't they! In China, we call them the Five Elements, or Abilities, or Techniques!" the old man said the last word, and his tone suddenly increased.

And Americans like to call it superpowers, and the myths and stories circulating in this world are more or less related to those special abilities! In the materials of the academy, all the genetic abilities come from the ancient gods. Of course, the exaggeration of the myth is too great to verify!" The old man seemed to like tea very much, and after a while, a pot of tea was gone.

"There are so many gods, there is only one throne, and the twilight of the gods is recorded in different civilizations. Darwin's theory of evolution has not yet been overturned, so according to his writings, if this view is correct, the promiscuity of gods gives birth to human beings who carry the genes of gods!

"I'll go, the history is so long!" Mu Yang was stunned, he was ready to accept this bizarre world, but he didn't expect this world to refresh his three views.

"One day, a certain god led the super-level humans to rebel against the rule of the gods, and you are not unfamiliar with the saying that all lackeys under the throne are lackeys. In the world where the gods exist, there is no difference between human beings and all things in the eyes of God. The age of the gods is over, called Ragnarok, they are killed but they will eventually be resurrected!We share the same fate with humanity, so for thousands of years we have been fighting against the followers of the gods, lifting the spear, and killing the gods when they are about to be resurrected!" When the old man said this, there was a trace of uncontrollable anger!

"And in the 21st world, someone found a remote control that can turn on the ability of genes, which can be artificially edited and added to genes. In other words, they can create new gods and come into the world with the ones who came before!"

"Now our days are even more difficult, calamity is coming, and an unparalleled war will break out! The era of the Great Escape is coming!" Mu Yang's pupils shrank, this was the third person he heard these words, and the old man's expression was solemn. Mu Yang's face is not very good-looking, as if everyone knows that XX is green, but XX doesn't know!

"Then what is an existence like ours, the gods are so powerful, they can't resist, just follow them!" Zheng Xin teased!

"The unknown is the other!" the old man shook the empty place, his eyes long and deep. "We are called aliens, and in such a tense and contradictory situation between super-level humans and humans, we still have to pick up our spears and set foot on the battlefield!"

"Because in the era of the Great Escape, there is nowhere and no one can escape!" the three of them were silent for a long time. Mu Yang got up and walked to the hallway, he propped his head and looked at the crowd below. They were all seventeen or eighteen years old like themselves, and they didn't know what kind of weight they were carrying.

There are few times in a person's life when they see the light, and when a door opens in their most glorious years, they will all become heroes, either with an epitaph or not! (Dig a hole)