I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 173 Return

Flames rolled and thick smoke billowed out.

Inside the workshop, the roar of heavy metal drowned out the explosions from the fire.

The false tranquility was finally shattered.

The world is left with only their own clamor.

Anjie stood on the stage, sweeping her bass guitar.

Blood from his fingertips splattered onto the strings, making a hissing sound.

She closed her eyes and laughed wildly, the blood and tears in the corners of her eyes turning crimson in the firelight.

The tin drumstick in Lin Yan's hand had been smashed and deformed.

He was panting heavily, his chest burning, but his hands never stopped moving.

As the last drumbeat fell heavily, the sound waves exploded.

The workshop was engulfed in flames, and the walls began to yellow and curl from the edges before turning into ashes.

The music fans dancing wildly in the flames around them stopped what they were doing.

They waved to Sister An on the stage, and the fear on their faces disappeared.

Their bodies became transparent, turning into specks of starlight that merged into the sea of ​​fire.

The fire has shrunk.

The illusion is collapsing.

Anjie put down her bass.

The styles of her leather jackets changed rapidly.

The body paint on the face was constantly changing.

Finally, Sister An's image was captured in a photograph.

She transformed into the appearance of the "Funeral Love Family - Heavy Metal Nun".

Sister An stepped off the stage.

The high-heeled Doc Martens creaked as they stepped on the wooden planks.

She walked up to Lin Yan and stopped.

Lin Yan looked up, wiped the soot off his face, and looked at her.

Neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, Sister An raised her hand, her fist clenched tightly.

Lin Yan instinctively tried to dodge, but her body was too tired to move.

"Bang."

Anjie's fist landed on Lin Yan's chest.

The force wasn't great, it was quite gentle, but the blow was surprisingly heavy.

"You little brat, you're even crazier than I am."

Sister An's voice was hoarse, and her tone was full of disdain.

She turned her head away, refusing to look at Lin Yan.

"but."

"Thanks, Linzi."

Lin Yan chuckled softly, and the dull pain in his chest lessened considerably.

"Don't mention it. We're all group members, it's only right to help each other out."

Sister An didn't respond.

She reached behind her neck and pulled off a black leather cord.

A pick was hanging from the leather cord.

She shoved the pick into Lin Yan's hand.

The edge of the pick is slightly worn and feels cold to the touch.

"Take this."

Anjie turned her back to Lin Yan and spoke in a muffled voice.

"From now on, who will dare to bully you?"

She paused, as if the words were stuck in her throat.

"Call me anytime."

Lin Yan held the pick, and a strange rhythm came from it.

"We had an agreement."

Sister An turned and stared at him.

"From now on, as long as I want to sing, you'll have to play the drums for me."

She raised her chin, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"I'll shove your head into a subwoofer."

Lin Yan smiled and put the pick into his inner pocket.

"make a deal."

[Ding! System notification: The "Heavy Metal Nun" of the Funeral Love Family has had her obsession completely dispelled.]

[Affection level increased; current affinity: 99.]

The system notification sounded, and the sea of ​​fire, the workshop, and even the nun's figure vanished in the blinding white light.

A feeling of dizziness washed over me.

Lin Yan closed his eyes.

"call."

Lin Yan opened her eyes.

All around was a familiar yet strange darkness.

Heavy machinery factory.

Gear wall.

The suffocating sense of oppression in the air.

He is back.

Lin Yan moved his fingers and immediately realized something was wrong.

The fatigue of the past few days in the illusion miraculously disappeared.

not only that.

He clenched his fist, and a terrifying power emanated from his knuckles.

He squeezed his arm and could feel that his bones had become denser, and the strength in his muscles seemed to have been accumulating for many years.

Nine-turn hell bone body.

They actually broke through the first bottleneck directly.

According to the original manual, this is the youth version.

Ordinary people do not have the talent for self-healing of the periosteum, so it is basically impossible for them to break through the first layer.

Lin Yan tried pinching a steel pipe.

He controlled his strength, using only ten percent of his power, but he still managed to pinch several dents into the steel pipe.

Lin Yan felt secretly pleased.

I never expected that the nun's illusion would have such benefits.

Unfortunately, the nun's obsession had been dispelled, otherwise she could have come a few more times.

The power of rules was quietly gathering, and he looked up into the depths of the factory.

In mid-air, the illusory image of the judge, high above, was fluctuating violently.

Its face, devoid of features, kept changing, trying to push itself back but unable to move.

And behind it, on that gear wall.

The seals binding the nun are crumbling bit by bit.

The nun opened her eyes, and she seemed like a different person. Her blood-red eyes seemed to reflect the firelight, and the humiliation and despair had been burned away.

She glanced at Lin Yan below.

He didn't say anything.

But Lin Yan recognized Sister An from the smile that flashed in her eyes.

The nun opened her arms.

The last few seals remaining on his body shattered with a "bang".

Originally, her chainsaw guitar was broken in two and lying on the ground.

The next second, thin threads were seen pulling out from the broken ends of the guitar, as if an invisible hand was threading a needle and sewing the pieces back together.

The instrument is now a size larger than before, and there is an additional row of serrations on the string blades.

The guitar trembled in her hands and emitted a low hum. The first thing she did after waking up was to bare her teeth.

The nun kicked off the gear, transforming into a black shadow that shot straight at the judge's phantom in mid-air.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

The nun swept her fingers across the strings.

A blood-red sonic wave, carrying the rage that had not been extinguished for thirty years, struck the judge's illusory figure.

The "judge's" body split in two.

From the moment it stands upright until it lands in two halves, the middle frame looks like it was cut out.

The crack was smooth, and it only tilted to both sides half a second later.

The guitar's hum only came through then, like someone burping after a big meal.

The silent courtroom vanished.

The silence that had enveloped the entire heavy machinery factory shattered instantly.

The sounds of wind and birdsong returned to the space.

The nun landed on the ground, hoisted her guitar onto her shoulder, and resumed her usual self.

She looked at the ashes scattered on the ground, then at Lin Yan.

Then, she arrogantly gave the middle finger, and her figure transformed into a cloud of black mist and disappeared into the shadows.

Lin Yan looked in the direction she disappeared and rubbed his nose.

That woman is really heartless after pulling out her penis.

However, the pick in the inner pocket was getting slightly warm.

The favor that Mr. Lin owes is not so easy to repay.

Not long after, the factory's iron gate was violently kicked open from the outside.

The beams of tactical flashlights crisscrossed as the group charged into this dead zone.

"Medics, get on board! Turn the detectors up to full power!"

Old Zhao and Su Qinghan led a team of fully armed heavy-duty agents into the room first, rushing in as if facing a formidable enemy.

They held their guns, their expressions tense.

The advance team was wiped out here, and the sounds returned shortly after Lin Yan ventured in alone.

They rushed as fast as they could, fearing that Lin Yan might encounter some danger.

When the beam of light swept across the factory, everyone stopped.

There was only a layer of grayish-white powder on the ground.

Several pieces of scrap iron lay askew in the middle of the powder, their original shape no longer recognizable.

There are no more sources of pollution here.

Lin Yan was leaning against a load-bearing pillar.

Holding a bottle of mineral water that he'd somehow gotten his hands on, he slowly rinsed his mouth.