Lin: [Still alive.]

When typing this sentence, Lin Xi inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had said similar words in the group more than once.

Aquaman: [How did you come back to life?]

Aquaman: [You are still alive. I just reported the death to Chen Chu.]

Perhaps knowing that his first sentence was wrong, Aquaman added another sentence.

Lin: [……]

She guaranteed that if the Sea King was present, no matter if he was a colleague or an A-level, Lin Yan would kill him. It only takes five minutes to report the death, and you actually went to report the death? And what's wrong with your tone? Do you regret that I'm alive?

The Dirty King: [If you are still alive, stay still and stop jumping around.]

Qingkong: [King Wu is right. When thousands of people are performing sacrifices, it is difficult for the necromancer to detect individual abnormal movements. You should hide and wait for rescue.]

In fact, Qingkong wanted to say that he wanted to wait for the ceremony to end, because he felt that there was no way to interrupt the ceremony. A large-scale sacrificial ceremony requires at least several days of preparations for the venue, but with such a big commotion, the law enforcement team in Jin City, including the six teams, did not notice anything. The best time to stop such a large-scale ceremony is when they are preparing for the ceremony.

Is there any special method used?

Assistant Tan: [Be careful.]

Everyone who had said what needed to be said had said it before, so Assistant Tan could only say dryly, "Be careful." He couldn't say that he almost opened his computer to write a pension application form. It wasn't that he liked writing this form, but he had prepared it several times for Lin Nan, so every time Lin Nan got into trouble, he would subconsciously think of it.

How should I put it? He felt a sense of relief that the things he prepared could finally come in handy. Of course, his mind told him that it was best if he didn't use them, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin: [I have found a way to check and balance the ritual, and I can save everyone. The problem now is that even if I save everyone, we are still trapped in the barrier and can't get out. Do you have any ideas?]

With the "monk's wooden fish", she can call back the souls of the audience at any moment before the end of the ceremony. But the problem is that once she calls back, her existence is exposed. Facing an S-level necromancer, Lin Yan is definitely not going to be able to defeat him, so she can only run away. But if she runs away, she can never get back in, and the necromancer can restart the ceremony, so her attempts to stop him will be meaningless.

Lin An anxiously waited for responses from her colleagues, but after she sent the message, there was silence in the group for more than ten seconds, and no one paid any attention to her.

After more than ten seconds, Qingkong finally spoke: [Although it is very rude, can I ask, what is the solution? ]

Basic courtesy in the supernatural world is not to casually explore other people's supernatural characteristics. This is why Lin Yan showed so many differences, but no one in Group 6 ever asked her the reason. But privately, they were all very curious.

Are you sure you're not kidding? Five minutes ago you were asking me how I could stop the sacrifice, and five minutes later you did it yourself? As a logical and meticulous criminal investigator, Qingkong couldn't stand it.

Lin was worried about the situation of the ceremony outside and wanted to find a solution as soon as possible. Moreover, the "monk's wooden fish" would have to be used anyway, so she couldn't hide it. She said directly: "I have a prop that can call back all the souls that have been drawn away."

Aquaman: [You have new props again. By the way, Chen Chu’s call didn’t go through just now, so I sent him a WeChat message.]

Aquaman was not surprised. After all, he had the experience in the Soul Locking Tower and he had experience that Lin Nan had many props.

Qingkong: [Have I heard of this tool?]

Lin Nan: [You probably haven’t heard of the monk’s wooden fish, because it is part of my special ability.]

What is your special ability? Can you transform into a tool? The six groups of people managed to hold back from asking.

King of Dirt: [Are you sure your wooden fish can call back the soul?]

Lin: [Sure, I just tried it and woke one up.]

As soon as Lin Xi said this, the comrades in Group 6 roughly knew what Lin Xi did during the five minutes she disappeared.

Assistant Tan: [Now that we have confirmed that Lin's wooden fish is useful, we can re-plan things.]

Yes, yes, yes, plan quickly, plan quickly.

Qingkong was not in a hurry at all: [No need to plan anything, just drag it out.]

Lin Yan was stunned: [Drag?]

Qingkong: [Before the S-class esper arrives, we can't break the barrier, so there is no point in you saving people in advance, except exposing yourself. What you need to do now is to hide yourself and observe the progress of the ceremony at any time to ensure that you can save people at the last moment of the ceremony. Before that, the longer you delay, the better. Also, if no S-class esper arrives by that moment, you will be in danger. So, think carefully before knocking.]

The necromancer would be furious if the ceremony was ruined at the last minute. Qingkong's last words were actually telling Lin that she could choose not to use the wooden fish. If she used it, she would most likely die, but if she didn't use it, she could live, but the tens of thousands of spectators would definitely die.

If it were him, he would have struck the wooden fish without hesitation, but the person who owned the wooden fish was Lin Nan. In the entire group of six, he and Lin Nan were the only ones who had never met each other, and their relationship was the most unfamiliar. He had no way of asking Lin Nan to strike the wooden fish.

Qingkong's emotions were extremely complicated at this moment, and not only him, but also the other people in Group 6. None of them wanted Lin Xi to have an accident, but if it really came to that, should they knock the wooden fish?

Lin: [I’m fine. I can go out anytime. At most, I can just knock and leave. But if I leave, what if Blue Flame restarts the ceremony? I can’t come back after I go out.]

Qingkong: [……]

Neptune:[……]

The King of Filth: [……]

Assistant Tan: [……]

Why were they all so complicated just now? They thought that the guy who could die at any time could be out in a few minutes. At this moment, the six groups of people wanted to shout at Lin Yan in unison: Give me back the feelings I wasted.

After a long while, the King of Wu said, "Then you just stay put. If the time is up and the support hasn't come yet, you can go out first and leave the rest to us."

Qingkong: [You said before that the necromancer left Jinglu alone and did not extract her soul?]

Lin: [Yes.]

Lin has always been curious about this matter. Shouldn't a mass sacrifice ceremony be as covert as possible? Why leave one person alive?

Qingkong: [The soul sacrifice ritual requires harvesting the soul's vitality when their emotions are at their highest. This way the harvesting speed will be faster and smoother. The Blue Flame Necromancer left Jinglu behind, probably because he wanted Jinglu to stimulate their emotions and speed up the harvesting process.]

Lin: [Should we try to get Jinglu to stop singing? But then Jinglu will be in danger.]

Qingkong: [If possible, let her sing songs that are not too emotional, so as not to over-stimulate the audience’s emotions.]

This is probably difficult, because you don't know those fans. Even if Jing Lu didn't sing anything, they were very excited just standing there.

Lin was complaining in her heart, thinking of some way to appease the audience, when Du Borong, who had been silent, suddenly went crazy and ran towards the door excitedly: "I want to go out."

"What are you doing? Zhenzi, drag him back." Du Borong walked very fast. Seeing that it was no time to stop him, Lin Yan could only let Zhenzi drag him back.

Du Borong, who was tied up and dragged back from the door, lay on the ground and struggled: "Let me out, Lulu is going to collapse."

Lin Yan was stunned, but still said seriously: "But if you go out, we will be exposed. Then not only Jing Lu will die, but everyone will die."

Du Borong was not a person who did not know the seriousness of the matter. He had just seen Jinglu's mood was not right and was too nervous, so he lost his mind for a moment. At this time, he was reminded by Lin Nan, and he slowly calmed down and stopped struggling: "But Jinglu is dying. She already has depression and has a very serious tendency to pessimism. If she continues like this, if she continues like this...she will commit suicide."

Suicide?

It was like a thunderclap in Lin's ears. The necromancer's purpose of keeping Jing Lu was not to let Jing Lu sing, but to make Jing Lu collapse and commit suicide on the stage. The audience were all Jing Lu's fans. If they witnessed their idol's suicide, their emotions would be extremely intense.

This is his purpose.

We can’t let Jinglu commit suicide.

Almost instantly, Lin made a decision: "Is there any way to contact Jing Lu on the stage?"

Although Lin Xi didn't know what the concert process was like, she believed that there must be a way for the backstage to connect with the stage.

"Yes, Jinglu has an earphone on him." Du Borong also responded, "Let me go first."

Lin Xi signaled Zhenzi to let go of Du Borong.

Du Borong immediately got up from the ground and ran back to the monitor. He looked at the girl in the video singing mechanically with an increasingly desperate look in her eyes. He trembled and turned on the call function of his earphone: "Lulu."

On the stage, Jing Lu paused in playing the piano and the music stopped abruptly.

"Why did you stop?" Mr. Zhai's gloomy voice sounded again. He could feel that Jing Lu's emotions were almost reaching the peak, and in just a little while, she would definitely collapse.

"Don't act abnormally. Just listen to what I say," Du Borong said quickly.

On the stage, Jing Lu didn't say anything, but just started playing the piano again, continuing the song that had just been unfinished.

"We still have a chance to save the fans below." Du Borong followed Lin's instructions and conveyed them to Jing Lu one sentence at a time. "The other party left you alone to force you to commit suicide. Because once you die on the stage, the fans below will be greatly stimulated, and he can quickly harvest all the souls. So, Lulu, you must not collapse."

On the surveillance camera, Jing Lu was still singing, but Lin Yin could see from the camera that the dullness in Jing Lu's eyes slowly faded away, becoming bright, and she even nodded slightly.

She was telling Du Borong in the background that she knew what to do.

"Hurry, let her sing a song with less emotional ups and downs." Lin Xi did not talk to Jing Lu directly because she felt that at this moment, Du Borong's voice would have the greatest soothing effect on Jing Lu.

"People outside already know about our situation here, but we still need time to prepare, so what we need to do now is to delay as much time as possible. Don't be too emotional when you sing, and try to sing dryly, so that the audience's emotions cannot be mobilized, and the other side will reap the rewards more slowly." Du Borong said.

As Lin listened, she suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment. That's right, if the singer sings without emotion, the audience will naturally not resonate. This is much better than her previous method, and she doesn't have to deliberately screen the songs.

On the stage, Jing Lu perfectly carried out Du Borong's words, and the singing gradually became dry. The voice was still the same, the song was still the same, and Jing Lu didn't sing out of tune, but the song suddenly didn't sound good.

For a moment, Lin Xin suddenly felt that songs also have souls, and singers can inject or extract this soul at will.

"What are you singing?" Mr. Zhai noticed immediately that the sickle was slowing down its speed in harvesting vitality.

Jing Lu was so frightened that she stopped singing and stood trembling on the stage.

"Sing, sing well, otherwise I will kill your audience right now, just like now." As he said this, the sickle in the air cut down again.

All of a sudden, tens of thousands of souls below were like shadows wrinkled by the wind. After swaying for a while, they became more transparent, as if they would disappear in the wind at any time.

Jing Lu's eyes immediately revealed tension and despair. She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but then she realized something and held back. She could only glance vaguely at the camera on the stage.

Du Borong immediately understood what Jing Lu meant. He turned around and asked Lin Yan, "What should she do if the other party threatens her with the audience?"

Lin Xi had already moved the computer over and immediately explained the matter.

Qingkong was the one who knew the sacrificial ritual best among the six groups. He quickly replied: [Don't worry about it. Don't care about the number of times you harvest. The effectiveness of the sickle's harvesting depends on the soul's emotions. If the soul's emotions are too high, it can harvest the soul in five or six strokes. But if the emotions are not high enough, it may take ten or even more.]

Lin Xi immediately said to Du Borong: "Don't worry about the sickle, it's just a bluff. The most important thing is to control your emotions."

Du Borong immediately conveyed Lin Xi's meaning.

On the stage, Jing Lu was completely relieved and obediently started singing again, but the song still lacked soul.

"Shut up!" Mr. Zhai was angry, like a veteran fan who bought a pirated CD. "Aren't you a singing queen? Where are your singing skills?"

"I'm... I'm sorry, I... I'm just... too scared." Jing Lu's body was shivering and shaking, but through the surveillance camera Lin Xi could see the determined light in her eyes.

Jing Lu was not afraid at all, she was acting. Jing Lu was afraid before, because Lan Yan's people used the tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium to threaten her. But now, these spectators are no longer a threat to her. Her resistance can save these spectators. What else is there for her to be afraid of? What can Lan Yan threaten her with? Kill her? But death is what she wants most.

At this moment, Jing Lu was no longer afraid of anything.

"For the first time... I saw light in her eyes." Du Borong stared at the girl with a determined look in the surveillance camera, and an indescribable emotion grew in his heart.

"If we can both survive, maybe her illness will be cured." Lin Xi said sincerely.

"Yes, I will." Du Borong nodded heavily, his voice full of hope.

"Then you continue to comfort Jinglu here, and remember not to expose yourself." Lin Nan said.

"I will." Du Borong nodded, then looked at Lin in surprise, "What about you?"

"I'll go check the situation." Lin Xi said.

Just now, through the data collected from various parties, the six teams worked together to infer a new conclusion. That is, the barrier that seals the gymnasium is likely a barrier prop called "Umbrella of God".

Qingkong: [Although Blue Flame has many experts, it is unlikely that two S-level esper would be dispatched to carry out a terrorist attack, not to mention that an S-level esper has also appeared on the northern border, so the probability that the barrier in the stadium is the Umbrella of the God is very high.]

Assistant Tan: [The Umbrella of the Gods was originally a prop of the official organization of Country M. During a terrorist attack, the Umbrella of the Gods was stolen by the Blue Flame Organization, and then became a prop of the Blue Flame. To open the Umbrella of the Gods, someone needs to tell it a joke, and the joke cannot be repeated. So the method to close the barrier is very simple, find the Umbrella of the Gods, and tell it a repeated joke.]

Is this true? Lin Yan was stunned: [Isn’t this too childish?]

Assistant Tan: [It is a chuuni umbrella.]

Is this the correct way to open an S-rank item? What can she say? Anyway, this child is not our own, so we can just watch and have fun, right?

Lin: [Then I will go find this umbrella.]

Qingkong: [Pay attention to surveillance, there must be someone from Blue Flame in the surveillance room.]

This is a police officer's intuition.

Assistant Tan: [Be careful.]

Lin: [Don't worry, I'll be fine.]

Assistant Tan: [I know you'll be fine, but if you come out, there will be no one to knock on the wooden fish.]

Hey, even if you think so in your heart, do you need to say it directly? She felt that since she knew she could leave the meeting at any time, her colleagues in the group no longer loved her.

Lin went out of the backstage and groped her way into the gymnasium. She remembered Qingkong's warning and tried not to expose herself to surveillance.

But there are surveillance cameras everywhere in this gymnasium. It is difficult for her to even go to the restroom, so how can she find the middle school umbrella?

Just when Lin was in a dilemma, a burst of crazy laughter suddenly came from the quiet corridor: "Hahahaha, this is so funny."

Could this be the umbrella of the middle school kid who loves to hear jokes?

Lin was guessing when suddenly a man's voice came from far away. The voice sounded hoarse as if he had talked too much. The voice was not as loud as the previous laughter, but Lin could still hear it clearly: "A street vendor selling watermelons was shouting that if you are not familiar with him, you don't have to pay. I walked over to look at him and confirmed that I didn't know him, so I picked up two watermelons and left."

Lin Yan: “…”

“Hahahahaha, that’s so funny.”

I think you are funnier.

Although she complained in her heart, Lin still remembered the joke and planned to tell it again when she had the chance. Although the joke was very lame, it was the password to close the barrier.

Lin found a blind spot for surveillance, took out the computer, turned it on, and explained the situation in the group: [I found the Chuuni Umbrella, and successfully memorized a joke it had heard.]

The Dirty King: [So smooth?] It doesn’t seem to fit Lin Yan’s unlucky character.

Lin: [It laughs so loudly that it's hard not to notice.]

At the same time, China's northern border.

At this time, the northern border was as if it had just experienced an earthquake. The originally barren and poor but relatively intact land was now covered with deep cracks, like a spider web, covering the entire earth.

In the center of the spider web, on a huge rock, an earth-type mutant in a black robe was pierced through the chest by an ancient red-blue long gun and nailed to the ground.

"I... have not set foot in China." The earth-type mutant stared at Chen Chu unwillingly. He had never thought of going to war with Chen Chu. He just came here to stand there and delay time.

"So what?" Chen Chu said coldly, "Rules must be followed by the weak, but for the strong, they are just willing to follow them."

After saying that, Chen Chu pulled out his spear without any emotion. Blood gushed out from the boulder and seeped into the ground.