Yang Lan'er arrived late. Just after she had exchanged greetings with Bai Xin, Mu Tingting and their mothers, the lights in the venue went out and the concert began.

To Yang Lan'er's surprise, Ye Yuelun's skills were obviously very strong. In addition to his singing ability, his dancing skills were also good. He sang slow and fast songs alternately, which always made the scene exciting without being too intense.

I think, as someone who is used to holding concerts, he should know how to make the choice.

However, the world's requirements for big stars are indeed different. To become a singing god, it is not enough to just sing well. In addition to opportunities, you must also have strength, and it is best to have all-round development.

After a slow lyrical song ended, Ye Yuelun started a dance music. Yang Lan'er was enjoying it calmly, but suddenly she straightened her back and looked around vigilantly.

Because everyone was paying attention to the stage, the two friends sitting next to Yang Lan'er didn't notice anything unusual about her.

"Is it an illusion?" Yang Lan'er muttered to herself in confusion, her eyes scanning around all the time.

But the stadium was too big and packed with people, so there was really little you could see.

At that moment just now, she actually felt a hint of murderous intent? Of course, it was not directed at her, but at Ye Yuelun on the stage.

It was incredible. How could there be murderous intent during a concert? Looking at King Ye who had already started dancing on the stage, Yang Lan'er was very puzzled. Ye Yuelun was just an ordinary person. How could someone want to kill him? And in such a blatant way? Wouldn't this cause social unrest? After scanning a few times and finding nothing unusual, Yang Lan'er frowned and expanded her spiritual consciousness.

The stadium's auditorium is so large that Yang Lan'er's current spiritual sense is not enough to scan it all. Normally, she seldom uses her spiritual sense over such a large area and didn't feel anything. But now that she is stretched to the limit, she feels that it is not enough.

In terms of range, her current spiritual awareness is indeed not as good as Mu Feng's system scan.

"It can only cover one quarter? That doesn't seem to be a problem." Yang Lan'er frowned, stood up, pretended to go to the toilet and ran to the back. She quickly reached the center of another quarter and continued to scan with her spiritual sense.

Still not finding any problems, Yang Lan'er comforted herself secretly, hoping that it was just her illusion.

Changing seats again meant running to the opposite side of where she had just sat, which took some time.

Just as Yang Lan'er was about to expand her spiritual awareness again, she suddenly felt something strange. Yang Lan'er immediately looked towards the quarter of the area that she had not yet reached.

There were too many people, so naturally nothing could be seen, but Yang Lan'er was shocked to catch the trace of the bullet. She gasped and looked towards the stage anxiously.

It seemed that Ye Yuelun was fine, as he was just pulled away by his partner's dancer who was spinning around.

The guns were equipped with silencers, the live music was deafening, and the crowds were bustling, so naturally no one could notice anything unusual.

What's more, the nearest audience seats were several runway widths away from the stage, so it was not easy to see the bullet entering the stage with the naked eye.

After taking two quick steps, Yang Lan'er discovered that there was something wrong with the dancer. He didn't seem to be an ordinary dancer. Every time he made Ye Yuelun dodge the bullets it was not a coincidence but intentional.

This kind of action was naturally different from the rehearsal. Ye Yuelun's expression did not change, the lyrics did not stop, and the dance steps were not messed up at all, but he looked at the dancer with a hint of surprise, not quite understanding what she was doing? The dancer's movements were not messed up either, but when she turned sideways, she pointed at the bullet hole on the ground to show Ye Yuelun.

Although Ye Yuelun was an ordinary person, he still had some knowledge at his stage. He knew something was wrong without having to squat down and check carefully.

His pupils shrank, and Ye Yuelun made a decision. He gave up his own behavior and let the obviously abnormal dancer lead him to finish the dance.

Seeing that the two of them had finished their secret communication and it still did not affect the performance of the dance, Yang Lan'er's mouth twitched. This King Ye's psychological quality is really too good!

If an ordinary person encounters such a thing, even if he is not scared to death, shouldn't his mind go blank and his legs and feet go weak?

King Ye was fine. Although he felt a little strange in his breath for a moment, it did not affect his singing.

This kind of thing feels like something that only happens in a TV movie. It's so scary.

Someone was protecting Ye Yuelun at close range, so Yang Lan'er felt relieved for the time being. She kept running towards the place where the shooting took place, but it was too late when she opened her spiritual consciousness.

In his spiritual consciousness, he only saw the man abandon his gun, look at the stage viciously, and then turn around and leave without hesitation.

Yang Lan'er frowned, stopped, turned around and ran backstage. The man just now probably didn't notice her approaching, but simply felt that the situation was impossible, so he changed his approach.

Yang Lan'er felt a little regretful that she failed to track down the killer in time because the distance was too far, but she knew that she had to stay closer to Ye Yuelun to prevent the killer's next move.

"Why are you suddenly coming backstage?" Xi Shen was puzzled when he saw Yang Lan'er running towards him.

Fortunately, he had just brought Yang Lan'er in, otherwise, the security personnel would have definitely stopped her outside.

"Didn't you notice?" Yang Lan'er's expression was serious.

"What happened?" Xi Shen unconsciously changed his expression.

"Someone shot King Ye. If it weren't for the dance music and the irregular movements, I'm afraid he would be lying on the stage now." Yang Lan'er's face was gloomy.

Uncle Ye was the cleanest artist she had ever seen in her two lifetimes, and they had a good personal relationship after several interactions. Naturally, she didn't want Ye Yuelun to be killed like this.

Xi Shen's expression became serious, and he immediately said to the assistant beside him: "There are ten songs left, just cut it off. Although it is a bit sorry for the fans, it is better than an accident. Sing the new song at the end, and let Ye Yuelun not stand in one place to sing. There must be no regular movement."

"Huh?" Yang Lan'er was surprised. Wouldn't most people find her words ridiculous? Why did Xi Shen react like this? He seemed to believe what she said.

Putting aside this doubt for the moment, Yang Lan'er stopped the assistant and said, "Wait, the killer has already abandoned his gun and left. He is over there. You can ask someone to go and take a look."

Yang Lan'er pointed at the location, looked at Xi Chen and said, "So, he won't shoot again. It's actually the safest to be on the stage now. The concert can go on normally. It's better for us to think of a countermeasure during this time. I feel that the killer will not retreat just like that."

After looking at Yang Lan'er in silence for a while, Xi Shen raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, the concert will continue."

“By the way, it’s better to let the dancer follow Uncle Ye all the time, so that we can be safer.” Yang Lan’er nodded and gestured to the leader of the dancers who was still dancing with Ye Tianwang.

"She?" Xi Shen looked back at the stage in surprise, then opened his eyes: "What's going on? She is not Jiang Yiyi. Where did Jiang Yiyi go?"