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Chapter 169 Legends Remain in the Ashes

The air inside the workshop gradually became stale.

The roars of hundreds of young people in the audience made the entire stage tremble.

These young souls, suppressed for too long, have finally found an opening.

Lin Yan's demeanor remained detached from the stage.

Anjie is in very poor condition.

She switched hands holding the microphone twice, both times with uncontrollable spasms.

When she turned around to signal, Lin Yan noticed that the weakness on her face could no longer be hidden.

She managed to hit the high notes several times, but her voice cracked in a few places.

The people in the audience couldn't hear it at all.

They just felt that this experience was too novel, no, in Anjie's words, it was too rock.

As Lin Yan listened, he realized something was missing, so he scanned the stage.

The blond guy has disappeared.

After Lin Yan replaced him as drummer, he switched to playing guitar.

Lin Yan initially thought that perhaps a string had broken and that he would probably be back soon.

A gust of wind blew in from the exhaust fan at the top, and Mo Yan smelled a pungent odor.

His brows furrowed slightly.

It's gasoline.

Moreover, its purity is very high.

"Sister An, hold the pace, I'm checking the lines."

During the interlude, Lin Yan covered the microphone and said something to Sister An, then immediately threw down the drumsticks and jumped off the stage.

He crept toward the workshop door.

The closer you get to the gate, the stronger the smell of gasoline becomes, eventually to the point that it stings your eyes.

Lin Yan's ominous premonition grew stronger.

He rushed to the iron gate in two steps and reached out to pull it open.

The iron gate was stuck and couldn't be opened.

Hmph, just as I expected.

The iron gate was pulled open a crack, and by the light of the street lamp, he could see the scene outside.

A chain as thick as a child's arm was wrapped around the doorknob.

A figure passed by; the blond-haired man was carrying a tin oil drum and bending over to work.

This guy is pouring gasoline.

"What are you doing!"

Upon hearing the sound, the blond-haired man immediately stopped and trembled on the spot.

He turned his head and saw Lin Yan's eyes through the crack in the door.

This kid is usually timid, and Lin Yan thought he would see guilt or panic on his face.

But he was wrong.

The blond-haired man's face was flushed.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears.

"Linzi, don't worry about it."

Huang Mao was still shaking when he said it.

"I'm helping her, I'm helping our peace of mind."

"Are you crazy?"

Lin Yan kicked the iron gate.

What nonsense is this guy spouting?

He could have easily broken the chain, using any authority he might have used.

But he didn't. He felt that the story of the nun wasn't finished yet, and that now was not the most crucial time.

"I'm not crazy! Linzi, you don't understand!"

"You've only been here a few days, you have no idea what she means to us!"

Huang Mao threw down the oil drum, grabbed the doorknob, and stared at Lin Yan.

"I know Sister An is sick!"

"She secretly took painkillers; yesterday she couldn't even play the chords!"

"Linzi, can you imagine?"

"In the end, she'll end up like those old men and women, lying in the hospital, with tubes in her mouth, unable to speak, just waiting..."

die!"

Huang Mao became more and more agitated as he spoke, tears and snot flowing into his mouth.

He was completely unaware and suddenly burst into laughter.

"That's pathetic, that's an insult to rock and roll!"

Lin Yan's eye twitched. Is there even one normal person left in this world?

"So you want to burn her alive?"

Lin Yan asked a question in response.

"No! I'm helping her achieve immortality!"

As if his Achilles' heel had been struck, the blond-haired man changed from his usual timid demeanor to a sudden and devout expression.

"Which of those international rock stars died of old age?"

"Shooting himself in the gun, car accident, drug paralysis!"

"Only by stopping at the very peak, at the most dazzling moment, can she become a legend!"

"An eternal legend!"

He pointed inside the door, his eyes gleaming with compassion.

"Listen to this sound, how beautiful it is."

"If only Sister An had died today, it would have been an accident."

"But what if hundreds of people had perished in this fire along with her?"

"Tomorrow, newspapers across the country will report on this final, tragic song!"

"Thirty years from now, fifty years from now, countless rock and roll believers will come here on pilgrimage!"

"Sister An will become a god!"

"And I—"

Huang Mao pulled a box of matches out of his pocket, as if he could see a bright future.

"I will be the only surviving band member."

"I will distribute the calming tapes nationwide, and I will become her evangelist."

Lin Yan looked at this madman who was completely lost in self-pity and couldn't understand his thought process.

Only a wild, chaotic, yet deadly alluring circle like the late 80s could breed such a monster.

No.

He is more terrifying than a monster.

He actually thought he was noble.

"Stop dreaming, you idiot."

Lin Yan took two steps back.

He stopped arguing; reasoning with a madman was pointless.

Outside the door, the match had already been struck.

Orange flames danced on the tips of Huang Mao's fingers.

He closed his eyes, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, and threw the match at the wooden board not far away.

boom!

The flames instantly climbed up the base of the wall.

The two iron doors became branding irons, sealing off the exit.

Soon, thick black smoke billowed out.

"Peace and longevity!!!"

A final roar came from outside the door, followed by the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

Lin Yan turned and ran wildly toward the stage.

The people in the workshop hadn't even realized what was happening; they were still dancing wildly.

It wasn't until Lin Yan rushed onto the stage and snatched the microphone from Sister An's hand that things started to get interesting.

With a hiss, the speaker shrieked, and the entire audience finally stopped.

Hundreds of people in the audience still had their hands raised, staring blankly at Lin Yan on the stage.

Sister An was also stunned.

She was sweating, her eyes were glazed, and she looked at Lin Yan.

She had planned to have Lin Yan light the fireworks for her during the climax of the last song.

Create chaos.

Then he would stay on the stage forever.

This should have been her farewell performance.

"Linzi, what are you doing?"

Sister An frowned, her voice hoarse.

Lin Yan gave her a look and pointed the microphone toward the door.

"Everyone, run to the vents and windows immediately! Smash the windows! Quickly!"

"The gate is locked by the blond-haired guy, and he set it on fire outside!"

"He wants to burn you all alive!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than, as if to confirm Lin Yan's words, a loud bang came from the door.

An iron drum filled with waste engine oil exploded due to high temperature.

Flames shot straight up to the roof, and billowing black smoke billowed towards the crowd.

Half a second later, the crowd realized what was happening.

"Fire!"

"The door won't open! It's really locked!"

"Help!"

The believers, who had just been immersed in utopia, collapsed in the face of the threat of death.

They pushed and shoved each other, trampling and scrambling around the workshop like headless flies.

On the stage.

Sister An froze on the spot.

Her arrogance, decisiveness, and contempt for death were shattered at this moment.

She looked down at the hellish scene below.

This was not what she expected.