Lin Xi ran to Song Ranran's side and found that there was a girl standing next to Song Ranran. The girl was leaning slightly to the side and looking at the other side of the crowd.
Ning Qian?
"Lin Ma, this is Qianqian." Song Ranran introduced the two people.
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 but 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 fluorescent 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 everyone started howling like ghosts and wolves.
Especially the girl sitting next to Lin Yan, you don't know her, 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.
"Ahhh, we really hit it off."
"..." If you and I like the same song, then we are considered to be in good terms with each other. Then there are so many people who are in good terms 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 Death Rose, especially the line, Please let me wither in blood."
"Aaaaah, I like this one too. We really hit it off."
Lin Xin seized the opportunity and quickly exited the group chat, fearing that she would be forced to join in 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.
Outside the gymnasium, the white-haired young man, Mr. Zhai, waited until everyone entered the gymnasium 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 him respectfully when he saw the white-haired young man.
"Has everyone gone in?" asked the white-haired young man.
"Everyone who came has gone in. I can't confirm whether there are anyone late." 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, "That's enough."
After saying that, the white-haired young man, under the guidance of the staff, stepped into the stadium. But he did not rush to do anything, but stood on the high stand, looking down at the tens of thousands of excited spectators below, with a satisfied smile on his face.
What a vivid life, what a strong vitality, what a lively soul.
Because there were too many people in the venue, the communication was jammed, and Lin Xin had to post three or four times before she could successfully post on WeChat Moments. Then, the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed, and screams like waves pushed towards the stage from far away and near, and it lasted for a long time, almost making Lin Xin's ears deaf.
Is this what a concert is like?
As I sighed, the lights on the stage slowly began to gather, and someone took the elevator and rose steadily 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.
“Ah ...
The screams like waves turned into a tsunami, pushing Lin Xi 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 is so excited when he comes on stage. He will be singing happily later. He won't lose control and cause a stampede.
Lin Xi glared at the guy behind her for five full seconds, hoping that he could read her displeasure from her eyes. But the guy didn't react at all and kept shouting "goddess" towards 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 stadium, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet and silent. It seemed that even a little noise was an insult to Jing Lu's singing.
Awesome! Lin Xi couldn't help but exclaim in her heart.
After a brief shock, Lin was gradually attracted by Jinglu's singing. The singing was melodious and graceful, like a nightingale singing in the silent night sky, carrying infinite sorrow, blowing along the wind, into everyone's heart.
This is a very beautiful and sad song, as if the person who wrote this song 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 during the melodious song, including Lin Xi.
"Right now." The white-haired young man on the platform 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 the 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 fell heavily on the table with a thud.
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 a black umbrella and a skull staff inside.
The white-haired young man raised his hand and took out the black umbrella, then handed it to the staff member 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 the umbrella. He walked out of the control 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 control 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 God, I beg you to seal the entire stadium, and even all the LCD screens in the stadium." After knowing that China has a space psychic 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 strength of the barrier of Umbrella of God 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 God.
"Human, how are you going to please me?" asked the 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 fool?" His father said, "Foolish boy, how could you be a fool?"
The black umbrella was silent for a moment, then let out a loud "Hahaha" laugh. As the black umbrella laughed, it began to spin automatically. As it spun, a powerful barrier force spread out, 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, lightly playing a chord.
"Wow"
"Blah, blah, blah"
Amid the shouts of the crowd, Lin saw bamboo sticks suddenly scattered all over the ground. No, it couldn't be said to be scattered, but the whole stick tube seemed to explode.
"Cui Xiaofeng, female, 22 years old, her soul is about to be sacrificed."
"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's first reaction was Lan Yan. Because she was concerned about Lan Yan, she 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 can use the sacrifice 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 the life force absorbed is enough, it can even bring people back to life.
Lin Xi stood up suddenly and looked around to see if there were any suspicious people. However, in the concert with tens of thousands of people, she could not find anything unusual among the countless excited crowds.
What should I do? Don't panic, calm down, and think about what I can do first.
I can use divination, like I did at Comic-Con, to target the necromancer.
No, the one who can hold the sacrifice ceremony of ten thousand people must be an S-level necromancer. Even if I find him, I can't defeat him.
The only option left is to interrupt the concert. I've read in the literature that a sacrifice ceremony of this level would take a long time, at least an hour.
Call someone, yes, notify the outside first.
In a flash, just a flash of thought, Lin thought so much, and quickly took out her phone, ready to send a message in the group of six. 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 making a phone call, and the colleagues in the group of six generally have higher levels of supernatural powers than the law enforcement team, and are more reliable.
Lin Xi rapidly poked the screen of her mobile phone with her fingers, once, twice, three times...but the phone did not move.
"It crashed?" Is it so unlucky that it crashed at this moment?
Lin immediately pressed the power button, then restarted the phone. After about a few dozen seconds, she continued to poke the screen with her fingers, 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 was not frozen, why was there no response when she touched it?
Lin 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 at first, but couldn't stand Lin's continuous harassment, so she asked impatiently: "What are you doing?"
"Please lend me your phone. I have something urgent to do. Please."
Seeing Lin's anxious face, the girl thought for a moment and took out her cell phone from her bag. Just as she was about to enter the password to unlock it, she found that the phone was not working: "Hey, my phone seems to be stuck, let me restart it."
Before the girl finished her words, 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 lend me your phone?" The girl blinked in confusion, and without thinking too much, she put the phone back into her bag, holding the highlighter and continued waving along with the song.
It's impossible for two people's phones to have the same problem, so it must be the Blue Flame people who did it. But why lock the phone? If you don't want the people inside to leak the information, wouldn't it be easier to just block the signal?
Lin Ping's doubts were answered when she took out Zhenzi's long hair.
[Eh, who is so annoying that he even sealed the TV with a barrier?] Zhenzi's bullet screen appeared.
"Is there a barrier on the TV?" Lin asked subconsciously.
[Yes, all the places here where I can climb out have barriers. And they are very strong barriers.] As a prop who likes to climb on the TV, Zhenzi 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 Zhenzi can't crawl in? How strong must it be? S-rank?
Chen Chu said that Zhenzi'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 in the whole Jin City, Senior Chen Chu, and now Senior Chen Chu has gone to the border.
Never mind, let’s go out and scare people first.
Just as Lin Xin 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 rang out.
Steal something, what to steal?
Just as Lin Xi was about to ask, there was a sudden huge noise behind her, rumbling, as if something huge was collapsing.
Lin turned back subconsciously, and then saw a scene she would never forget. The entire stadium, tens of thousands of spectators, were collapsing one after another, like a giant domino castle being pushed down.
Lin Xi was stunned on the spot, too shocked to utter a single sound.
The ceremony has begun? This is the manifestation of everyone's soul being extracted from their body.
It was not known how much time had passed, it seemed like a very long time, yet it also seemed like only one or two minutes, before the venue returned to peace. Just as Lin Xi finally regained her sanity and thought about going out to look for someone, Jing Lu's panicked voice suddenly rang out from the stage: "What's going on? What happened to you? Lao Du, Lao Du..."
Jing Lu? Jing Lu’s soul was not extracted?
"Keep singing." A gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the conference hall.
"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. You and your fans will become part of my ceremony." said Mr. Zhai.
"Necromancer?" Jing Lu really wanted to mock the other party, asking if he had watched too much TV. But seeing the tens of thousands of spectators who collapsed in an instant in the conference hall, she had to believe it.
If this was a prank, how did they get tens of thousands of people to cooperate at the same time? She even saw a spectator standing on the stands fall directly from the ground.
"What are you going to do?" Jing Lu asked, trembling all over.
"I'm also your fan." Mr. Zhai answered irrelevantly, "I specially selected your concert for the ceremony."
"Why?" Jing Lu asked.
"Because you long for death. Because I want to help you. 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 look so beautiful when you play the piano."
…
"Did you hear it? Their voices! This is their last wish before they die. Fulfill their wish and let your fans die listening to your singing. They will be very happy." Mr. Zhai laughed hoarsely with great joy.
Damn, this pervert! It turns out that there is nothing good about Lan Yan.