Inside the Imperial Examination Hall, a most absurd scene was unfolding.
Just as Chen Xu was publicly announced as the top scholar in this provincial examination, in the West Exam Hall, Hut No. 17 with the character "A," Mo Huaizhang suddenly opened his mouth.
Surprisingly, like Luo Wenhuan, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
However, when Luo Wenhuan spat blood, he tried hard to avoid his answer sheet, fearing it would stain the paper and cause him to fall in ranking.
Mo Huaizhang's blood, however, landed squarely on his own answer sheet.
"Pfft!"
He spat the blood, then abruptly fell backward.
Bang!
The sound of him hitting the ground was loud, instantly attracting the attention of the clerks collecting the papers and the patrolling soldiers.
A series of footsteps approached.
"Another one collapsed, alas..."
This was the soldier's low sigh.
They were used to seeing candidates collapse, but those who fell before submitting their papers still evoked some pity.
