"No." Jing Lu's voice came through the microphone, and her obvious trembling revealed the fear in her heart, but she still said firmly, "I admit that I have thought about death, but that is just my personal matter. Please, please let them go."
Even though Jing Lu had already felt that there was nothing in this world that she could miss, she could not remain indifferent when she saw the tens of thousands of audience members in the stadium whose souls had been sucked out. Moreover, these people were all her fans, and they came here to listen to her concert.
Every time she was feeling down, Lao Du would ask her to hold a concert so that she could see with her own eyes that there were still so many people who loved her. But were these people who loved her going to die because of her?
"If you want to kill someone, you can kill me." If her death can save so many people, then her death is not meaningless.
"I will give you what you want, but not now. Now there is only one thing you need to do, sing and continue your concert. Look, your fans are waiting for you."
As soon as Mr. Zhai finished his gloomy words, the audience's voices rang out again.
"Lulu, you look so beautiful today."
"Lulu, you have to be happy."
"Goddess, I want to listen to the fireworks. Will you sing today?"
…
Jing Lu has heard these words before, from fans’ letters, comments on Weibo, at concerts, and even when she was going through security at the airport, there would be fans shouting these words to her. She has heard them countless times, but it hardly touched her. Because she always felt that fans would fall in love with her today because of a song, and they would fall in love with another star tomorrow because of another song. They didn’t love her, Jing Lu, as a person, but only loved the things they wanted to love.
But now, Jing Lu sincerely hopes that she will have the chance to hear these words again after today. Even though she still feels that fans don't love her as a person, she hopes that they are alive.
"I don't like to say it for the third time, even if you are my favorite singer."
The cold voice rang out again, and Jing Lu came back to her senses abruptly. Before she could react, she saw a huge sickle suddenly condense in the sky above the gymnasium. There seemed to be a thick palm on the sickle, and the hand grasped the huge sickle and chopped it down fiercely.
"No!" Jing Lu shouted in fear, but she could do nothing but watch the huge sickle harvesting the souls of the audience. After one cut, the souls in the field did not disappear, but each one became more transparent, as if they would disappear at any time.
"Sing!"
"I'll sing, I'll sing." Jing Lu didn't dare to hesitate any longer and hurriedly sat back in front of the piano.
The concert staff also lost their souls. There was no accompaniment at the concert. Jing Lu could only sit back at the piano and sing by herself. Soon, the melodious singing voice rang out again in the venue.
During the conversation between the Necromancer and Jing Lu, Lin Yu was thinking about why the Necromancer kept Jing Lu. There were tens of thousands of people in the entire venue, why did he only keep Jing Lu and not extract her soul?
As for the nonsense that the other party said about him being a fan, Lin Yan didn't believe it at all. How could a terrorist who planned to kill tens of thousands of people play such an idol fan game? He must have kept Jing Lu because he was useful.
Is it a necessary part of the ceremony?
Although Lin knew about the soul sacrifice ceremony, she was not clear about the specific operation procedures, and the free information shared in the forum was not complete.
Damn it, cell phones don’t work at this time, otherwise she could check on the forum.
Lin Xi thought for a moment, then took advantage of the dim environment to slip into the backstage of the concert.
She changed her mind. She did not immediately go out wearing Zhenzi's long hair because she just realized that if she went out, she would never be able to come back. And she just thought that even if she didn't go out, she still had a way to notify the outside world.
Also, she was safe because her soul was stabilized by the system, so as long as the system was there, this soul ritual could not hurt her. Therefore, she did not need to rush out.
Lin Xian quickly ran into the backstage and started looking for a computer. Yes, she wanted to find a computer to verify her guess. Why did the Blue Flame people deliberately seal the TV? There was only one reason, to prevent her, or more precisely, to prevent the space supernatural person who rescued Xu Feihang. Of course, it was impossible for the Blue Flame people to know that she was in the concert by chance. They did this to prevent someone from entering and leaving the concert through the TV.
So, if the other party just wants to prevent someone from entering the stadium through the TV, then the computer can still be used, because the computer has a mouse.
In the backstage, all the staff fainted on the ground. Some fell directly on the ground, and some lay on the table. Lin Xi didn't care about these people. She kept searching with her eyes and soon found a laptop on a desk.
She took the computer and tried operating it a few times, and soon confirmed her guess that both the keyboard and the mouse worked. As expected, anything that was not a touch screen would work.
Lin wanted to log into WeChat subconsciously, but when she clicked on it, she found that WeChat required scanning a code to log in, and she couldn't scan the code after the phone was locked.
What kind of crappy design is this? Can’t we just scan the QR code and log in with our account number like □□?
Lin An muttered inwardly while quickly logging into her mailbox. She found the payroll sent to her by Assistant Tan in her historical mails. The payroll included the phone numbers of six groups of colleagues.
Lin found a phone number, copied and pasted it, and sent it to Bao Ya, the makeup artist in the secret room of the Coffin Shop, using the logged-in Penguin. Nowadays, few people use Penguin, but many of Bao Ya's COS groups are Penguin groups, and they are online 24 hours a day. Therefore, among Lin's Penguin friends, the only one who can see this message the fastest is Bao Ya.
I hope Bao Ya is not following the drama at this time.
Perhaps the bad luck of "being able to meet Lan Yan at a concert" had used up all her luck, and Lin Xi soon received Bao Ya's reply.
Bao Ya: [Didn’t you go to see Jing Lu’s concert? Why are you texting me? Whose phone number is this?]
Lin Ying had no time to explain, so she just said, "Sister Xiaoya, the signal here is not good, and I can't make a call. This person is my colleague, you call him and tell him that I saw the blue flame. It's very important, you call him right now, and by the way, give him my Penguin ID. I can't log into WeChat."
Bao Ya: [Okay.]
Although Bao Ya found it strange, she could sense Lin Nan's anxiety between the lines, so she didn't ask any more questions and called the number Lin Nan gave her with her mobile phone.
Soon, the call was connected.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Yun?" Lin An gave Bao Ya the phone number of the Dirty King. Chen Chu was not there, Assistant Tan was in seclusion, and the King of the Sea did not look reliable. Qingkong had never met him, so Lin An chose the Dirty King's phone number.
"Who are you?"
The man's voice was so cold. Bao Yamin was quick to sense that the man opposite her was not easy to get along with, so she stopped talking and said quickly, "Well, I'm Lin Nan's friend. Lin Nan asked me to tell you that she saw Lan Yan."
There was a sudden movement on the other end of the phone, as if something had fallen to the ground.
"What else?" asked the King of Dirty calmly.
"She asked you to add her Penguin account, as I can't log in with her WeChat account." Bao Ya felt strange as she spoke, wondering why she could log in with her Penguin account but not with WeChat.
"Penguin."
"Wait a minute, let me check." Bao Ya clicked on the information of Lin's Penguin and then reported a string of numbers. As soon as he finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone.
"How rude." Bao Ya couldn't help but complain, and then replied to Lin Xi with penguin.
Just as Lin Xi finished saying thank you, the friend request notification tone rang on her computer, and she quickly clicked to accept it.
The name of the Penguin account used to add a friend is the word "cloud", and you can tell at first glance that it is the dirty king Yun Yi.
When her friend came through, Lin Xi was about to tell others what she knew, but the King of Dirty typed two words to her first: [Wait a moment.]
About five seconds later, another prompt popped up: Your friend cloud invites you to join six temporary groups.
It turned out that he was going to create a group, and Lin Xi decisively clicked to agree.
Entering the group chat, Lin found that the group was quite full. Even Assistant Tan, who was in seclusion, and Chen Chu, who was on the border, were in the group. Could it be that this penguin group had already existed, but they just forgot to add her?
Lin immediately began to type rapidly, clacking away at the keyboard as she typed out everything she knew, emphasizing the sickle and the enchantment cast on the television.
Qingkong: [The sickle is the ritual consciousness form. Every time the sickle is swung, it will harvest a part of the vitality. When all the vitality is harvested, the person inside will die.]
Lin also guessed it: [Then you guys should think of a solution quickly.]
Assistant Tan: [I have already applied to the higher-ups, but every S-class psychic has a special mission, so it will take more than an hour to get here.]
Such a large-scale terrorist activity occurred in Jin City, and the higher-ups had to help deal with it. The King of Wu had no choice but to call out Assistant Tan who was in seclusion.
Lin Xi was about to say that she could go out and bring the people over, but Qing Kong said again: [It’s useless. Even if the S-class psychic can get there immediately, by the time he breaks the barrier, half of the people inside will be dead.]
Assistant Tan: [If we can save half, then that’s half.]
Qingkong: [The remaining people will go crazy even if they don't die. If you harvest them three times, their souls will be incomplete and cannot be restored.]
Lin looked horrified: [Is there no solution to this ritual?]
青空：[除非你能搶到儀式的載體，在靈魂被收走的兩個小時之內，重新把靈魂補回去。這種載體，通常是亡靈法師的法器，但能夠舉行萬人祭祀的亡靈法師，等級一定是S級，要在兩個小時內搶他的載體，太難。]
污王：[而且藍焰的目的是制造恐慌，如果載體帶不走，他們很可能會直接毀掉。一個S級異能者要毀掉法器，誰也攔不住。更何況，還有S級結界。]
海王：[如果是我，我就在你們快要攻破結界的時候，直接毀掉載體。]
海王你這家夥到底是哪邊的？
雖然知道海王是在客觀的分析情況，但林媗還是狠狠的被代入了。
林媗：[就沒有什麽辦法可以在儀式中和對方搶靈魂嗎？比如吸到我們這邊來？]
海王：[除非有一個同等級的亡靈法師，同樣在體育場裏布置了儀式。]
青空：[也不行，這種情況只會造成一個人的靈魂同時被兩種儀式拉扯，死的更快。]
海王：[那就沒有辦法了，除非每個人都是異能者，且都在C級以上，這樣才可以勉強穩住靈魂不被抽離。]
這還必須是在大型祭祀儀式中才行，如果是一對一，哪怕是A級異能者也可能會被高等級的亡靈法師抽走靈魂。
穩住靈魂？她不是靠異能穩住的，她靠的是系統。
系統，對，系統。
“系統，你有沒有什麽辦法可以和外面那個儀式搶靈魂？”林媗問系統。
“我只是一個占蔔系統。”系統丢出萬能答案。
我信你個鬼啊。
林媗根本不信，想了想，又道：“我要抽獎，我要抽一個可以對抗獻祭儀式的道具。”
上次把大祭司的王冠交易給系統之後，系統答應過她，下一次會給她一個厲害點的道具。自那之後，林媗就沒有再抽過獎，為的就是等危險的時候可以用這個條件讓系統給她一個可以救命的道具。而現在，正是時候。
“抽獎不能指定道具，我最多給你二選一的機會。”系統頓了一下，沒有拒絕，而是給出了一個選擇。
果然可以。
“好。”林媗一口便答應了下來。
以她對系統的了解，系統如果不想幫忙，完全可以給她準備一堆道具讓她随意抽，反正只要抽到的道具算厲害的，系統就不算食言。能夠二選一，已經是系統在幫忙了。
林媗答應之後，系統面板一陣扭曲，出現抽獎轉盤，抽獎轉盤飛速旋轉中，上面的道具一個個飛出，最後只留下兩個打了馬賽克的道具，供林媗選擇。
左邊的還是右邊的？
介于自己-99的運氣值，林媗果斷取出了幸運女神的發卡，給自己別上。
“許願，抽到想要的道具。”林媗閉目許願。
【叮，許願等級過高，無法實現。】
“……”抽個獎等級怎麽就高了？不會是因為和系統有關，所以發卡許願失靈了吧，所以不能許願和系統有關的東西？
也是，用系統給的東西卡系統的BUG，系統不可能出這種失誤。
那到底選哪一個？
林媗擡頭，眼角餘光正好瞥見了旁邊的化妝鏡，鏡子裏粉色的女神發卡別在了林媗的右邊頭發上。
右，幾乎是毫不猶豫的，林媗選了右。
幸運女神的發卡，任何時候，應該都會在幸運的方位。是的，林媗玄學了，但幸運女神的發卡本身就是一種玄學。
“恭喜宿主，抽中008號商品，高僧的木魚，請自行前往物品欄查看商品屬性。”
林媗連忙打開物品欄，開始查看屬性。
【名稱：高僧的木魚。】
【使用指南：這是一位得道高僧的木魚，它聆聽過這世上最高深的佛法。口念佛號敲響它，可淨化一切污穢，讓靈魂尋到歸處。】
【提示：聞佛號者，方得淨化。】
讓靈魂尋到歸處？是字面意思嗎？找一個試一下就知道了。
如果說這場儀式有什麽優點，大概就是受害者足夠多，多到多一個少一個，對方可能都不會察覺。
林媗拿着木魚，在後臺飛快的搜尋着合适的實驗目标，然後她看到了一個熟悉的人影。
杜博容，那個陪着景露一起去鬼屋前占蔔的人。
林媗蹲下身，小小的敲了一下木魚，“篤”的一聲輕響後，林媗小聲的念了一聲佛號：“阿彌陀佛。”
林媗不敢太大聲，她怕萬一這個木魚真的有用，一下驚醒的人太多，那個亡靈法師會察覺，所以只敢小小聲的先喊醒一個人。萬分之一的概率，亡靈法師要發現并不容易。
片刻後，地上的男人忽然□□了一聲。
真的有用？！
杜博容迷迷糊糊的睜開眼，他先是茫然的看了一眼林媗，接着很快就認了出來：“你是那個……這怎麽回事。”
“別說話。”林媗用實現準備好的衣服，直接堵住了杜博容的嘴，并飛快的解釋道，“我現在跟你說的事情你可能會不可置信，但一切都是真的。”
當下，林媗又一次把靈魂獻祭儀式的事情講了一遍。
“你要是不相信，可以現在立刻使用你的手機，看看是不是無法觸屏了。如果你還是不相信，可以從門口往外看一看，是不是觀衆席倒了一大片。如果你還不相信……”
“我相信。”杜博容在吸收完這個匪夷所思的信息之後，很快就冷靜了下來，不知道為什麽，他覺得此時的自己無比的平靜，像是靈魂被淨化了一般，仿佛任何事情都能理智的思考。
“這麽容易就相信了？”林媗反而有點不适應了。
“從游樂場回來之後我查過你，網上說你很靈驗。”杜博容道，“所以……現在我們能做什麽？”
做什麽？
“你等一下，我去問問我同事。”現在有搶靈魂的道具了，她得去群裏和大家重新商量解決辦法。
林媗又返回了電腦前，而企鵝群裏，因為林媗長時間不回消息，衆人在@了無數遍得不到回應之後，從焦急到默認她的死亡，只用了短短一分鐘。
青空：[這麽長時間都沒回消息，大概率兇多吉少了。]
污王：[那個白癡，不知道自己先跑出來嗎？]
海王：[連電視都施加了結界，她也出不來啊。唉，我通知陳初吧。]
他們不知道貞子長發的具體使用方法，又見林媗沒能從體育場出來，便理所當然的以為林媗的空間穿梭技能被結界封住了。
譚助理：[執法隊已經到了體育館外圍，雖然沒什麽用。]
之後，群裏再沒有人說話，一直到現在，靜默了大概五分鐘。而在五分鐘前，身在華國北部邊境，和一位S級土系異能者對峙的陳初，忽然接到了一個電話。
對峙的情況下，陳初是不會分神看手機的，這樣對敵人未免太不尊重了。但電話進來就不同了，任務中，沒有急事不會有人給他打電話。
他看了一眼手機，發現打電話的是海王。
“什麽事？”
“陳初，邊境有藍焰的人嗎？”海王問。
“有，不過像是在拖延時間。”這位土系異能者，只是站在邊境線上，就是那麽站着，遠遠的和他對峙。因為對方沒有踏入華國領土，原則上陳初是不能主動攻擊的。所以就算知道對方是在拖延時間也沒有辦法。
而且他也不能離開，一旦離開，在沒有S級異能者坐鎮的情況下，對方完全可以長驅直入，随便找個地方埋地脈圖。如此，雙方只能僵持着。
“他們的目的不是埋地脈圖，他們的目的是萬人祭祀。”海王快速的說着，“在晉市的一場萬人演唱會裏，林媗今天去聽的那一場。剛剛，林媗失聯了。”
陳初在聽到失聯兩個字的時候，邊境的風忽然靜默了一瞬。
“我知道了。”陳初挂了電話。
“怎麽，是聽到什麽不好的消息了嗎？”對面穿着黑色長袍，胸前別着藍焰徽章的異能者見陳初神色不對，語氣挑釁的用英語問着。
“你們的目的是萬人祭祀？”陳初用英語反問。
“這麽快就被發現了？翟那個家夥還信誓旦旦的說，直到儀式結束，你們都不會察覺呢。為此，提前一個月就用占蔔術挑選了觀衆，結果還是被你們發現了。你要趕回去嗎？”對方笑盈盈的問着。
“不。”陳初輕輕吐出一個字，忽然一個巨大的龍卷風自天邊吹來，卷動着地上所有的砂石呼嘯着朝藍焰成員席卷而去。