Chapter 262 Life hangs on a thread

"Brother Chuan! Brother Chuan!"

"Call an ambulance! Quick!"

"Oh my God! How could this happen!"

There was chaos on the stage, and staff and security rushed onto the stage to try to control the situation.

However, the lights were still not restored, the entire venue was still shrouded in darkness, and panic spread rapidly.

In the chaos, some people called the emergency number, and some people were looking for the gunman, but the red light disappeared without a trace after the gunshot.

Ji Sheng finally rushed onto the stage. With trembling hands, he held Huo Lingchuan in his arms, and cried, "Lingchuan, wake up! You can't be in any trouble!"

Huo Lingchuan closed his eyes tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and he did not respond.

Fans gathered around the stage, crying loudly.

Those "Sichuan dogs" who usually complain about everything now have sad faces and can't believe what is happening before their eyes.

"It's all my fault. If only I had paid more attention!"

Ji Sheng burst into tears, beating his chest in self-blame, full of regret.

Just when everyone was falling into despair, a figure flashed onto the stage like a ghost.

Dressed in black clothes and black pants, it was Huo Qinghuang with a solemn expression.

She was in class when she suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something was about to leave her.

This feeling was something she had never experienced before. Huo Qinghuang knew that something was wrong, but she didn't care whether it was shocking or not. She just jumped up in front of the whole class, and disappeared in front of everyone after a few jumps.

Leaving behind a crowd of astonished looks and the whole classroom filled with exclamations of "what the hell"!

"Qing, Qing Huang! Quick, save him!"

When Ji Sheng saw Huo Qinghuang, he felt like he had found his backbone and held on to her tightly.

"Let go, I will save him!"

Huo Qinghuang shook off Ji Sheng's hand with force, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

She quickly squatted down and checked Huo Lingchuan's injuries, while circulating her spiritual power to try to stabilize his vital signs.

The bullet pierced Huo Lingchuan's head, but because he dodged at the critical moment, the bullet avoided his solar plexus and did not injure his brain stem, so he did not die immediately.

But even so, his injuries were extremely serious, and blood continued to flow out, staining half of his cheek and the stage red.

"Don't panic, he can still be saved."

Huo Qinghuang said through gritted teeth, with unquestionable firmness in her voice.

She took out a jade bottle from her bosom, poured out a pill emitting a warm glow, and stuffed it into Huo Lingchuan's mouth without hesitation.

The pill melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed down Huo Lingchuan's throat.

The miraculous thing was that the bleeding from the wound, which had been profusely flowing, gradually slowed down, and the pale face also had a hint of blood color.

Huo Qinghuang breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but this was far from enough.

While maintaining the continuous flow of spiritual power into Huo Lingchuan's wound, she opened her divine eyes and observed her surroundings vigilantly.

The gunman is likely still nearby and could strike again at any time.

"Be quiet!"

She shouted loudly, and her voice resounded throughout the venue like a huge bell.

The originally chaotic scene suddenly became a little quieter after this sound.

The fans and staff subconsciously stopped their actions and focused their eyes on Huo Qinghuang.

"Evacuate the crowd immediately! Block all entrances and exits of the hotel, don't let a fly out!"

Huo Qinghuang gave stern orders while maintaining the circulation of his spiritual energy.

The security guards woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly followed her instructions.

Although the fans were full of worries, they all cooperated obediently when they saw Huo Qinghuang's unquestionable look.

"Qing Huang, are you sure?"

Ji Sheng asked anxiously, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered with traces of tears.

Huo Qinghuang did not answer, but concentrated on pouring spiritual power into Huo Lingchuan's brain, trying to repair the wound.

At this moment, Huo Lingchuan's life hangs by a thread, and every second is crucial.

This is not only a test for Huo Lingchuan, but also a contest between her and the way of heaven.

Time passed slowly in the tense atmosphere, and every second seemed as long as a century.

Huo Qinghuang's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down her cheeks, but her eyes remained firm.

Finally, Huo Lingchuan's breathing gradually became steady and the blood stopped flowing.

Although he hasn't woken up yet, at least he's still holding on and won't report to the King of Hell immediately.

"God of Heaven, you'd better protect Huo Lingchuan from death, otherwise, I will poke a hole in the sky!"

Huo Qinghuang stood up, his eyes as sharp as a knife, staring straight at the sky.

But it was of no use, everything above her head was calm and the way of heaven did not give her any reaction.

Huo Qinghuang didn't care. After threatening Tiandao, she looked around the field, snorted coldly, and said:

"No matter who it is, anyone who dares to touch the people of the Huo family will pay a heavy price!"

Her voice was icy cold, as if it came from the Netherworld, and it made the air around them drop several degrees.

The fans looked at each other, no one could speak.

In the chaotic scene just now, no one could see the gunman's appearance clearly.

"It was a sniper!"

At this time, a fan shouted angrily.

It was he who reminded Huo Lingchuan to lie down in time, but unfortunately he failed to avoid it in the end.

Huo Qinghuang's eyes instantly locked onto the fan, his gaze as sharp as a knife: "What did you see? Where is the sniper?"

The fan was frightened by her gaze, and swallowed hard, trying to calm down: "I, I only saw that little bit of red light, coming from the window over there."

He pointed to a window on the side of the stage. At this moment, the window was dark, like the mouth of a giant beast ready to devour its prey.

Hearing this, Huo Qinghuang's eyes flashed coldly and he immediately looked up at the window.

The window was open at this moment, and there was a tall building opposite.

It was a commercial building, about 500 meters away from the hotel, which was the best shooting position for a sniper.

"Ji Sheng, you stay here and take care of Ling Chuan. Don't let anyone move him. I'll be back soon."

Huo Qinghuang said coldly, and then his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot like a ghost.

Before Ji Sheng could respond, Huo Qinghuang had disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, then reacted, hurried to Huo Lingchuan, and guarded him carefully.

At the same time, Huo Qinghuang had already arrived at the rooftop of the commercial building.

She was extremely fast and covered a distance of hundreds of meters in just a few breaths.

There was no one on the rooftop, only the night wind whistling past.

Huo Qinghuang stood on the edge of the roof, scanning the surroundings with eyes like an eagle.

Her spiritual sense quickly spread out, covering the entire rooftop, looking for any traces left by the sniper.

"Sure enough, he has already run away."

Huo Qinghuang sneered, and the coldness in his eyes became even colder.

Although the sniper had left, she still found a shell in the corner and an abandoned telescope.

She picked up the telescope, which still had the scent of a sniper.

Huo Qinghuang closed his eyes and activated his spiritual sense, intending to track the sniper's whereabouts through this breath.

However, at this moment, a backlash force came, trying to wipe out that breath.

"Humph, you have some tricks up your sleeve. No wonder you were able to block my perception and let you villains take advantage of it!"

Huo Qinghuang snorted coldly, and his spiritual sense suddenly tightened, directly crushing the backlash force, and then tightly locked onto the remaining breath.