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

He was panting heavily, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

The thing in front of him was completely unaware of Lin Yan's change.

Its mouth almost touched Lin Yan's face, and the door behind it was completely open, with a sea of ​​blood about to overflow.

"Take it off..."

"Tell me quickly... what are you hearing...?"

Lin Yan lowered his head and immediately took off his left earphone as well.

The thing's smile was so intense that all the features on its face were squeezed together.

They won! The rules were triggered, and this person belongs to them!

Lin Yan looked up at the bizarre sight so close to him and took a step forward.

"You ask me what kind of music I listen to?"

"I'm listening to the Great Compassion Mantra."

The moment the three words of the Great Compassion Mantra were uttered, the eccentric blogger's maniacal laughter froze.

Its incomplete brain circuits are a bit stuck.

The Great Compassion Mantra?

What song is this?

According to its rules, regardless of whether a passerby answers with pop music, rock music, or children's songs, it can instantly pull the person into the corresponding music video space.

But does the Great Compassion Mantra... have a music video?

During this brief lull in the weird card bug.

Lin Yan made a move.

"Listening to music, huh?"

"I'll let you hear it all today!"

Lin Yan roared inwardly and stepped forward.

With his left hand, he grabbed the grotesque collar, and with his right hand, he shoved the earphones hard into the grotesque ear.

next second.

"Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~"

The electronic music intro begins.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya!!!"

The moment the drum kit blasted in, it was an instant explosion!

The chanting of Sanskrit at 100,000 decibels can have a liberating effect in many ways.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

The bizarre creature let out a mournful roar.

That pale, greasy face instantly twisted into a pretzel.

Black blood gushed from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth, like several taps being turned on.

"Does it sound good?"

Lin Yan pressed down hard on its shoulders, ignoring the stench of the corpse, wanting only to make its death more complete.

Anyway, [Absolute Play] is a one-way lock, so he can't hear anything on his end; he can only enjoy the bizarre pain up close.

The thing managed to break free and struggled desperately.

He casually tossed aside the microphone and fill light, and frantically tried to pry the earphone out of his right ear.

"I can't pull it off!"

"Why can't I pull it off!"

Of course you can't pull it off; the song hasn't finished playing, even if a god came, it wouldn't help.

The chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra grew increasingly powerful, reaching its climax.

The space behind the monster was the first to give way.

The sea of ​​blood boiled under the impact of the Sanskrit inscriptions, then suddenly exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of black powder.

"No! Don't!"

"My data! My data!"

The grotesque flesh began to peel away layer by layer, like wax dripping from a candle, congealing into a clump.

Less than a minute before and after.

It didn't even let out a final scream.

Bang.

It turned into a pool of black ash.

Once the wind blows, it all disappears.

The poor headphones were left behind.

At this moment, Lin Yan felt the pressure around him dissipate rapidly.

The commercial street has returned to its former nighttime appearance.

His legs went weak and he sat down on the ground.

survived.

They really survived.

The panel popped up again.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully broken through the bizarre murder patterns of the Wandering Soul-level network!]

[Settlement Reward: 100 Bond Points!]

[Current Affinity Points Balance: 100]

100 points.

Lin Yan's eyes lit up. He had just exchanged ten points for something that saved his life. Would this hundred points be enough to get him a powerful backer?

As he was about to get up from the ground, he caught a glimpse of something else in the black ash.

He picked it up and shook off the black ash.

Oh, it's the foam cover from the microphone that Weirdos was holding.

[A bizarre relic was discovered: a tattered sponge sleeve.]

Lin Yan casually stuffed it into his pocket.

Keep it for now.

Just then, footsteps came from the shadows at the street corner.

Seriously? Again?

Lin Yan's chrysanthemum tightened, and she turned to look.

Two people emerged from the shadows, an old man and a young man.

The man walking in front was a middle-aged man, wearing a gray trench coat, with a stubble beard, a weathered face, and a strangely shaped pipe dangling from his mouth.

Lin Yan noticed that his left hand was a mechanical prosthetic.

Half a step behind him was a young girl, dressed in a black combat uniform, with delicate and refined features, but no expression.

She was holding something that looked like a tablet, but much thicker than a tablet.

The man stopped.

I glanced at the black ash covering the ground.

She glanced at Lin Yan again.

"Qinghan, is your crappy machine broken?"

The girl called Qinghan looked down at the screen:

"Report to Team Leader Zhao, the detector is functioning normally."

"Two minutes ago, a ghost-level rule contamination occurred here."

"The pollution index is 780, which is considered a bizarre occurrence in the code-named neighborhood."

"But now..."

She looked up at Lin Yan.

"The pollution index has dropped to zero, and the bizarre has been completely erased."

"Based on the analysis of residual energy at the scene, the method of elimination was sonic attack."

Old Zhao let out a sound of surprise.

"A solo kill?"

"An ordinary person, single-handedly killed a ghost-level monster?"

Lin Yan sat on the ground, his mind racing.

These two are definitely government officials, most likely from a special department that handles paranormal events.

The biggest trump card is to keep your own dating group a secret.

But the bizarre ashes are still there; it's impossible to pretend you don't see them.

Never mind, let's test the waters with sweetness first.

When Lin Yan saw the uncle walking over, he immediately trembled as if in response, his face showing just the right amount of fear and confusion.

Coupled with the cold sweat that had genuinely frightened him from the bizarre sight, it was flawless.

Who are you?

He spoke timidly, like a fledgling bird going up to the second floor for the first time.

"That monster with the microphone suddenly went berserk, rolling around on the ground, and then it exploded."

"Let's run! We don't know if this monster will come back to life."

Old Zhao stared at him for a while.

I didn't see anything.

Lin Yan is indeed an ordinary person without any spiritual energy fluctuations; this cannot be faked.

"Did it explode?"

Old Zhao turned around and glanced at Su Qinghan.

Su Qinghan pushed up her glasses on her nose without expression and looked at the machine in her hand.

"Based on the other person's heart rate, pupil dilation/contraction ratio, and micro-expression analysis..."

"The probability that he just lied is 98.5%."

Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Holy crap, a lie detector?

Su Qinghan continued to deliver the final blow:

"Also, Captain Zhao."

"The fabric in his right trouser pocket had a slightly altered shape, leading to the initial assumption that he had picked up a relic of the rules from a bizarre death."

Just as Su Qinghan finished speaking, Lin Yan's eyes met Old Zhao's.

The air froze awkwardly.

Old Zhao smacked his lips on his pipe, looked at Lin Yan who was still trying to maintain his pitiful, ordinary persona, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Kid, your acting is a bit lacking."

"Get up, the ground is cold."

He extended his mechanical left hand and stopped in front of Lin Yan.

"Let's get to know each other again."

"Zhao Jianguo, Jiangcheng Branch of Folklore Research Bureau."

"Interested in finding a place to talk about that thing in your pocket?"