I discovered a world bug.

Chapter 70 The King of Hell's Roll Call

As soon as Lin Shu finished speaking, the "sense of restraint" on his body instantly lessened considerably.

Perhaps, as he guessed, the "binding" was not caused by the rituals of the Yinshan Method, but by the "people" who exist in reality.

Just as you might dream of falling into a river if you wet your pants in your sleep, you would obviously feel a sense of restraint if you were being hugged in a hallucination.

This reassured Lin Shu a lot—at least it proved that her teammates were not completely incapacitated and were still trying to find a solution.

As long as they're trying to find a solution, there will definitely be one!

A battle of wits?

Why would I argue with you?!

Is there any more effective method than "direct destruction"?

If you don't use such a large state apparatus, do you expect me to set up a new stage for you to perform?

Stop messing around!

Lin Shu waited quietly, while the lines and black mist continued to entwine and twist.

But it happened in a very short moment.

"Buzz----"

It was as if something had torn apart space.

A massive, blinding light engulfed the darkness with overwhelming force. Countless lines snapped, and the "black mist" connecting them shattered instantly, like bubbles that had lost their support.

Lin Shu felt as if her world had blinked.

It wasn't him blinking.

Rather, the entire world was slowly being refreshed before him.

The lines are still there, and so is the black mist.

But there is another layer of "real image" superimposed on top of those lines.

Lin Shu saw the people surrounding her—Qin Lang's team had returned sometime earlier.

Someone was pressing on his shoulders while he was sitting on the ground.

A strange cloud floated above the opposite mountain peak—not the raging flames seen in movies, but a cloud mixed with mud, dust, and white smoke.

"Did it explode?"

"It exploded...artificial rainmaking...low yield..."

"Can we...do...do it again?"

Lin Shu saw Qin Lang's mouth open and close, but the words he spoke were fragmented.

To be precise, it wasn't that his words were intermittent, but rather that the sounds he heard were intermittent.

The largest altar has likely been destroyed, and the pressure I faced in the hallucination has been greatly reduced.

But it did not disappear immediately.

"Over there...over there..."

Lin Shu pointed to the location where the "dense black fog" was.

Following the direction of his finger, Qin Lang immediately turned around and made a quick observation.

Then, he turned back and held the PDA up in front of Lin Shu.

That's a 3D map.

"here?"

He marked a point on the map.

Lin Shu shook her head frantically and blinked frantically.

His current state is like that of someone who has drunk alcohol, is completely drunk, and is somewhere between having blacked out and not having blacked out.

I can see things, but I can't see them clearly.

I can hear things, but I can't hear them clearly.

The only difference is that my mind is clear.

Although it is sluggish and slow, it is finally no longer in a state of "logical confusion" as before.

"Not here... a little further to the left..."

Lin Shu finally saw the points on the map clearly. After they overlapped with the points in his line of sight, he stretched out his finger and made adjustments with trembling hands.

"Correction...38...12..."

Qin Lang's voice was still faint and ethereal. Over his shoulder, Lin Shu saw the real Chen Zhu.

She stood there at a distance, her eyes filled with concern.

It wasn't until then that Lin Shu realized that Chen Zhu was wearing a neat denim jacket today.

The woman he saw in his hallucination was wearing a police shirt.

----She was dressed the same way I first met her.

"Next, next!"

Qin Lang turned to Lin Shu.

"Are there any other goals?"

Yes, yes.

Lin Shu gripped her hair tightly, trying to clear her head.

But as soon as he made that move, Huo Qing, who had been waiting beside him, pounced on him.

He was fast enough, but he still couldn't keep up with Lin Shu's movements.

As Huo Qing pressed down on Lin Shu's hand, a small tuft of hair was forcibly pulled from Lin Shu's scalp.

"Cognition...dislocation..."

"Keep an eye on him... he doesn't... feel anything..."

Chen Zhu's voice drifted over from afar, and Lin Shu did indeed feel something was wrong the moment her hair was pulled out.

The senses of "danger" and "pain" seem to be blocked.

If you threw a bollard in front of you right now, you might just pick it up and use it as a ball.

Or rather, even if there is a cliff in front of you, you might not be afraid, but rather think, "How exhilarating it would be to jump down."

This misplaced impulse is not controlled by reason, but rather seems to be a switch in one's brain that has been directly turned off, changing one's behavioral logic from a physiological perspective.

He forced himself to curl up into a ball and spoke only to Qin Lang:

"To the left, in the ravine, turn left."

"On the mountaintop on the right, there is a place with a pine tree."

"There's one behind the mountain, but I don't know exactly where it is, I can't see it."

"There's a stream...below the waterfall..."

"calibrate...calibrate...fire."

Qin Lang's voice rang out again.

"Equivalent weight... Caution..."

"Rockets...use them first..."

"right......"

"implement!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a helicopter roared overhead.

He originally thought that such a "bombing mission" should be carried out by a fixed-wing fighter jet.

But clearly, the idea of a fixed-wing fighter jet dropping bombs is still too shocking.

Attack helicopters are enough.

Don't be fooled by how easily rockets from attack helicopters appear to shoot out in military programs; in reality, the blast wave and shockwave from the explosion are incredibly powerful...

Powerful!

"Target locked... Target number one... Open fire..."

"Number Two... Awaiting... Instructions..."

"Target number three has been destroyed."

"Target number four has been destroyed."

"Target number five not detected. Prepare for a comprehensive strike on the suspected area..."

This moment.

It's time for the King of Hell to call the roll!

One target after another was destroyed, and the sounds Lin Shu heard became clearer and clearer.

The effects of the intoxication are fading, but the lines in front of me remain.

But all the lines are becoming neat and orderly.

All the lines, like gravitational mean lines, became regular and orderly.