Lin Xi ran to Song Ranran and found that there was a girl standing next to Song Ranran. The girl slightly turned her body and looked to the other side of the crowd.
Ning Qian
"Lin Yan, this is Qianqian." Song Ranran introduced the two to each other.
Ning Qian, who had been looking away, had no choice but to turn around and nodded to Lin Yan with a little embarrassment: "Hello."
"Hello."
The two of them awkwardly and tacitly forgot their encounter in the hotel a week ago.
Song Ranran was completely unaware of this. Seeing the crowd gathering towards the door, she excitedly pulled one by one and said, "Let's go. Let's enter."
Lin Xi really hated queuing. If she came alone, she would definitely be the last one to go in, but now she had no choice but to queue with them.
Song Ranran and Ning Qian had tickets for the stands, while Lin Yan had tickets for the inner court. The three of them went their separate ways after entering the stadium. Lin Yan took the light stick she received at the door and easily found her VIP seat. She sat quietly, waiting for the concert to begin. In stark contrast to her quietness, the others around her were as excited as if they had taken stimulants. Jing Lu hadn't come out yet, but they all started howling like ghosts and wolves.
Especially the girl sitting next to Lin Yan. You don't know her either. She grabbed you and asked in a very familiar way: "My favorite song is Death Rose by Jing Lu. Which song do you like?"
"It's this one too." Lin Xi replied dryly.
"Ah, we really hit it off."
"…" If someone likes a song with you, then that means they get along well with you. Then there are many people who get along well with you.
Just when Lin Xi didn't know how to deal with the girl's enthusiasm, another audience member sitting behind them heard their conversation and took the initiative to join their group chat.
"I also like Rose of Death, especially the line, Please let me wither in blood."
"Ah, I like this one too. We really hit it off."
Lin Yan seized the opportunity and quickly exited the group chat, fearing that she would be forced to get along again. She took out her phone and prepared to take some photos of the concert to post on WeChat Moments. After all, it was still worth posting on WeChat Moments for the first time in her life to see a concert.
Outside the gymnasium, the white-haired young man, Mr. Zhai, waited until everyone entered the stadium before slowly walking to the door carrying his suitcase.
"Mr. Zhai." A uniformed staff member in charge of ticket checking immediately stepped forward and bowed, addressing the white-haired young man respectfully when he saw him.
"Has everyone gone in?" asked the white-haired young man.
"Everyone who has arrived has gone in. I can't be sure if there are any latecomers." The staff member said nervously.
The white-haired young man did not speak, but slowly closed his eyes, and opened them again after a moment, "Enough."
After saying that, the white-haired young man stepped into the stadium under the guidance of the staff. But he did not rush to do anything, but stood on the high stands, looking down at the tens of thousands of excited spectators below, with a satisfied smile on his face.
What a vivid life, what a rich vitality, what a lively soul.
Due to the large number of spectators in the venue, the communication was jammed, and Lin Yan had to send the message three or four times before she could successfully post it on WeChat Moments. Then, the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed, and a wave of screams came from far away and pushed towards the stage, which lasted for a long time and almost deafened Lin Yan's ears.
Is this what a concert is like
As the audience sighed, the lights on the stage slowly began to converge, and someone took an elevator and rose at a constant speed from under the stage. The protagonist of this concert, Jing Lu, appeared on the stage in a silver sequined dress.
"Good evening everyone, I'm Jing Lu." Jing Lu waved to the audience with a smile.
“Ahhh”
The screams like waves turned into a tsunami, pushing Lin Xi almost to the ground. She almost fell to the ground because a guy sitting behind her seemed to rush onto the stage and bumped into her chair.
He's so excited just to go on stage, and he'll be singing happily later, he won't lose control and cause a stampede, right
Lin Xi glared at the guy behind her very seriously for five full seconds, hoping that he could read her displeasure from her eyes. As a result, he didn't react at all and kept shouting "goddess" to the stage like a madman.
"…" I couldn't afford to offend the crazy fans, so I just endured it. However, Jing Lu on the stage didn't look like she wanted to commit suicide at all.
After a simple greeting, the melody of the first song sounded, and Jing Lu's ethereal voice began to echo in the stadium. The moment Jing Lu's voice sounded, the noisy stadium suddenly became quiet and silent. It seemed that even the slightest noise was an insult to Jing Lu's singing.
Amazing! Lin Yan couldn't help but admire it in her heart.
After a brief shock, Lin Xi was gradually attracted by Jing Lu's singing. The singing was melodious and graceful, like a nightingale singing in the silent night sky, with infinite sadness, blowing along the wind into everyone's heart.
This is a very beautiful and sad song, as if the person who wrote it deliberately used beauty to dilute the sadness. Song Ranran said that the reason why she likes Jing Lu's songs is because there is a kind of tragic beauty in Jing Lu's songs, which can touch the softest part of people's hearts and make people respect and love life more. Lin Yan is completely the opposite. She thinks that the song only dilutes the sadness of the listeners. As the person involved, the sadness should be extremely heavy.
Everyone couldn't help shedding tears as they listened to the melodious song, including Lin Xi.
"Now." The white-haired young man on the podium seemed to have finally waited for the right moment. He murmured and walked into the shadows behind.
The staff took him through the corridor and into the monitoring room.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The security guard in the monitoring room saw a stranger coming in and subconsciously stood up to ask. However, as soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep. His body hit the table heavily with a bang.
The white-haired young man found a desk, roughly swept away all the things on it, put the suitcase in his hand on it, and then opened it, revealing the black umbrella and skull staff inside.
The white-haired young man raised his hand and took out the black umbrella, and handed it to the staff behind him: "Your task is to open it."
"Is this the S-level item, the Umbrella of God?" The staff member's hand holding the black umbrella couldn't stop shaking.
"Do you know how to use it?" asked the white-haired young man.
"I know. I'm ready." the staff member said immediately.
"Very good, go out and open it." said the white-haired young man.
"Yes." The staff member walked out with an umbrella. He walked out of the monitoring room and closed the door, but did not leave too far. Instead, he opened the black umbrella directly in the corridor about three or four meters away from the monitoring room.
"Stupid human, do you need my help?" The moment the black umbrella was opened, a blurry human face suddenly appeared on the umbrella cloth.
"Yes, Umbrella of the Gods, I ask you to seal the entire stadium, and even all the LCD screens in the stadium." After knowing that China has a space power user who can pass through the barrier through the TV, the people of Blue Flame feel that it is necessary to seal the TV. Although the barrier of the Umbrella of the Gods is much stronger than that of the F country branch, the opponent may not be able to pass through silently, but sealing a few more LCD screens is not a big deal for the S-level prop Umbrella of the Gods.
"Human, how are you going to please me?" asked Black Umbrella.
The staff member was obviously prepared. He reached into his clothes and took out a book. Under the light, the four big words "Joke Collection" on the cover were extremely clear.
The staff member opened the book and began to read the first joke: "One day, Xiao Ming asked his father, "Dad, am I a stupid child?" His father said, "Silly child, how could you be a stupid child?"
The black umbrella was silent for a moment, then let out a loud "Hahaha" laugh. As the black umbrella laughed, it automatically rotated. As it rotated, a powerful barrier force overflowed, covering the entire stadium and every LCD screen.
On the stage, a song ended, and then an extremely beautiful piano decorated with bouquets of flowers rose from the stage. Amid the screams of the audience, Jing Lu sat gracefully in front of the piano, and her slender fingers fell, playing a chord lightly.
"Wow"
"Hualal ...
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the bamboo sticks suddenly scattered all over the ground in front of Lin Xi's eyes. No, it can't be said to be scattered, but the whole stick tube seemed to explode.
"Chai Zhengping, male, 25 years old, his soul is about to be sacrificed."
"Zhang Ping, male, 23 years old, his soul is about to be sacrificed."
Mass soul sacrifice? Necromancer? Blue Flame
Lin Yan's first reaction was Lan Yan. Because she was paying attention to Lan Yan, she had looked up a lot of information about Lan Yan during this period. Then she found that Lan Yan's favorite and most feared terrorist activity was a ritual called "soul sacrifice". The necromancer could use the sacrificial formation to seize the souls of the living, and then condense these souls into a powerful life force. It is said that as long as enough life force is absorbed, it can even bring people back to life.
Lin Xi stood up suddenly and looked around to see if there were any suspicious people, but in the concert scene with tens of thousands of people gathered and among the countless excited crowds, she could not find anything unusual.
What should I do? Don't panic, calm down and think about what you can do first.
I can use divination, just like I did at the comic convention before, to lock on to the necromancer.
No, the one who can hold a ceremony to sacrifice tens of thousands of people must be an S-class necromancer. Even if I find him, I can't defeat him.
Then we can only find a way to interrupt the concert. I have read in the information that a sacrificial ceremony of this level will take a long time, at least an hour.
Call someone, yes, notify the outside first.
In a flash, just a flash of thought, Lin Yan thought so much, and quickly took out her mobile phone, ready to send a message in group 6. The reason why she did not call the law enforcement team, but chose to send a message in the group, is because sending a message in the group is faster than calling, and the colleagues in group 6 generally have higher ability levels than the law enforcement team, and are more reliable.
Lin Yan rapidly poked the screen of the phone with her fingers, once, twice, three times...but the phone didn't move at all.
"The system crashed?" Am I so unlucky that it crashed at this very moment
Lin Xi immediately pressed the power button, then restarted the phone. After about a few dozen seconds, she continued to poke the screen with her finger, once, twice, three times... The phone still did not respond.
Just restarted and it crashed again
No, the phone was not frozen, because just now, a Weibo notification popped up on her phone. If it wasn't frozen, why was there no response when she touched it
Lin Yan didn't bother to figure out the reason, and quickly reached out to pat the girl next to her who "got along well with her". The girl was listening to music and didn't want to pay attention to Lin Yan at first, but couldn't stand Lin Yan's continuous harassment, so she had to ask impatiently: "What are you doing?"
"Please lend me your phone. I have something urgent to do. Please."
Seeing Lin Yan's anxious face, the girl thought for a moment and took out her phone from her bag. Just as she was about to enter the password to unlock it, she found that the phone wouldn't work: "Hey, my phone seems to be stuck. Let me restart it."
Before the girl finished speaking, Lin Xi, who had just been sitting next to her, suddenly stood up in a hurry and squeezed out of the crowd.
"You don't want to borrow my phone?" The girl blinked in confusion, and without thinking too much, she put the phone back into her bag, holding the light stick and continued to shake it to the song. It's impossible for two people's phones to have the same problem, so it must be someone from Blue Flame. But why lock the phone? If you don't want the person inside to leak the information, wouldn't it be simpler to just block the signal
Lin Ping's doubts were answered when she took out Sadako's long hair.
[Eh, who is so annoying that he even sealed the TV with a barrier?] Zhen's bullet screen appeared.
"Is there a barrier on TV?" Lin Wei asked subconsciously.
[Yes, there are barriers everywhere I can climb out. Moreover, they are very strong barriers.] As a prop who likes to climb on the TV, Sadako always pays attention to the situation of the TV, so she found it as soon as she came out.
"How strong?" Lin asked.
[If I climb out, I can’t climb back in.]
Even Sadako couldn't crawl in? How strong must he be? S-rank
Chen Chu said that Sadako's space travel ability has reached S-level. If it is really an S-level barrier, then even if the concert is stopped, the audience inside cannot be evacuated.
Go out and find someone to break the barrier here? But there is only one S-level senior, Chen Chu, in the whole Jin City, and now Senior Chen Chu has gone to the border.
Never mind, let’s go out and get some help first.
Just as Lin Xi was about to step into the space corridor and prepare to leave first, her brain suddenly felt dizzy, as if a force pulled her thoughts out of her head, and then was forcibly pulled back by another force.
"You dare to snatch things from me? You overestimate your own abilities." A harsh electronic voice unique to the system suddenly sounded.
Steal something, what to steal
Just as Lin Xi was about to ask, there was a loud noise behind her, rumbling, as if something huge was collapsing.
Lin Yan turned back subconsciously, and then saw an unforgettable scene. The entire stadium, tens of thousands of spectators, were collapsing one after another, like a huge domino castle being pushed down.
Lin Xi stood there in a daze, too shocked to utter a single sound.
The ceremony has begun? This is the result of everyone's soul being extracted from their body.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a long time, but also like only a minute or two, the venue returned to calm. Just when Lin Yan finally regained her sanity and remembered to go out to look for someone, Jing Lu’s panicked voice suddenly came from the stage: "What’s going on? What’s wrong with you? Lao Du, Lao Du..."
Jing Lu? Jing Lu’s soul was not taken away
"Keep singing." A gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the venue.
"Who are you?" On the stage, Jing Lu, who was about to go backstage to find her agent, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the audience.
"You can call me Mr. Zhai. I am a necromancer, and you and your fans will be part of my ceremony." Mr. Zhai said.
"Necromancer?" Jing Lu really wanted to mock the other party, asking if he had watched too much TV. However, seeing the tens of thousands of audience members falling down in an instant in the venue, she had to believe it.
If this was a prank, how did the other party manage to get tens of thousands of people to cooperate at the same time? She even saw a spectator standing in the stands fall directly from it.
"What are you going to do?" Jing Lu asked, trembling all over.
"I'm also your fan." Mr. Zhai answered irrelevantly, "Your concert is the venue I specially selected for the ceremony."
"Why?" Jing Lu asked.
"Because you long for death. Because I want to fulfill your wish. Because your singing tells me that you want a grand death. I... will give it to you today." Mr. Zhai's voice was like a curse, "Jinglu, my favorite singer, everyone here will be buried with you. Come on, keep singing for this grand funeral."
As soon as he finished speaking, a mysterious force rose from the ground, gathered in the air into a blood-red rose, and forcibly merged into Jing Lu's body.
Jing Lu did not dodge, but subconsciously closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she saw tens of thousands of cheering spectators, but they had all become translucent souls. Under the feet of each soul, there was a body belonging to them, but they were unaware of it. This scene was creepy.
"Goddess, I love you."
"Lulu, why don't you sing?"
"Goddess, you are so beautiful when you play the piano."
"Did you hear it? Their voices, this is their last wish before they die. Satisfy their wishes and let your fans die in your singing. They will be very happy." Mr. Zhai laughed dryly with great joy.
Damn, this pervert! It turns out that none of Lan Yan’s people are good.
(End of this chapter)