Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Richard Landau gazed at his father one last time with a look of deep longing before resolutely stepping into the profound darkness.

Urged and shoved by his brother, Foss Smith staggered through the dark shadows.

Turing Steve clutched the book given to him by his mentor, who was both a teacher and a father figure to him. His face was now serene, devoid of any emotion, as he slowly disappeared into the shadows of the warp...

Three, four, five...

Eight children stepped into the torn spatial rift one after another. Looking back through the rift, they saw the reluctant figures of their loved ones reflected in their eyes.

As the last child stepped into the subspace, Kong Jiu knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, and a dark blue light suddenly burst forth from his eyes.

He could clearly feel his head spinning and feeling incredibly heavy.

Unlike carrying inanimate objects, the cost of bringing living people into the warp is far greater.

However, he had already noticed this when he carried Wintert to see Squich.

After the eight children entered, Kong Jiu could clearly feel that his originally clear and firm consciousness was gradually dissipating.

It was as if an extra burden had been placed on his mind, and to lift this burden, he had to constantly consume his spiritual energy.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and a faint stinging pain came from the depths of his mind. Kong Jiu forced himself to raise his head and look into the cabin, meeting the expectant gazes of the passengers.

And there are rows and rows of bright red health bars...

"I should be able to bring two or three more people... no, maybe four or five..."

Kong Jiu wiped the sweat from his brow, took a deep breath, and shouted, "We can bring six more people! Preferably smaller ones, and definitely no big guys!"

Although the sound he made through gritted teeth wasn't loud, it seemed to have a magical power, spreading throughout the entire plane and reaching everyone's ears.

Upon hearing the commotion, the flight attendant immediately mobilized the crew to gather the slender passengers together.

Some of the burly passengers exchanged glances, then smiled knowingly and settled into their seats.

Several frail, elderly people with weathered faces waved their hands in refusal of the flight attendant's invitation, shaking their heads with bitter smiles, leaving the hope of life to others.

After several rounds of selection, five women and one short man were brought before Kong Jiu.

Among them was a woman who was clearly overweight and by no means "slender".

Just as Kong Jiu was about to ask her how she was chosen, Aisha hurriedly pointed to her slightly protruding belly and whispered, "Four months along."

The words that were about to come out were swallowed back down.

"Line up, go in one by one."

Kong Jiu lowered his head again, his thoughts becoming increasingly scattered, unable to even focus his gaze on the people in front of him, and gave his orders in a slightly stiff tone.

The family members of those individuals bowed deeply before Kong Jiu, leaving behind many perhaps priceless tokens of affection, before reluctantly breaking free from the hands of their loved ones, family, and close friends, and returning to their seats with heavy steps.

"I never imagined that I would see a warp traveler in my lifetime."

A deep, weathered voice came from above. Kong Jiu's pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly looked up.

A woman stepped out of the line and slowly walked up to him.

Kong Jiu rubbed his throbbing head and looked up, trying to concentrate.

The old woman who was sitting next to me just now?

No, something seems different?

At this moment, the wrinkles on the old woman's face had vanished without a trace, and the marks left by time had disappeared completely. Although she was still wearing that old dress, she looked every bit the young and beautiful woman.

"You... never mind, I don't have the energy to ask any more questions right now."

Kong Jiu wanted to ask more questions, but his increasingly disorganized thoughts forced him to shake his head and urge, "Let's go in quickly."

"Are you in pain? It looks like you're overdrawing your psychic energy." The beautiful woman leaned down and reached out to touch Kong Jiu's chest.

A small, fair hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"What are you going to do?" Mina gripped the beautiful woman's hand warily, a look of suspicion flashing in her eyes.

"Don't be nervous, young lady." The beautiful woman smiled slightly at Mina, who looked wary. "I just want to help your little sweetheart. After all, the longer he holds on, the better my chances of getting off this plane alive."

As she spoke, the beautiful woman took out a small, emerald-green crystal from a pouch at her waist. It was crystal clear, like a gemstone.

"I am also a psychic, Lady Wincher of the Netherworld School. What, you two young people have never heard of me?"

Two pairs of eyes, wondering "Who is this person?" were cast upon her. Mrs. Winchester picked up the emerald fragment with two fingers, a clear hint of displeasure on her face.

"Well, it seems I've been out of the public eye for too long."

Mrs. Winchester rolled her eyes self-deprecatingly, then squeezed the green fragment with her fingertips and crushed it.

The shattered fragments scattered in the air, surrounding the peacock and emitting a faint glow.

"'Emerald Green Finger Bone' is an invention that caused a sensation in the spiritual awakening school fifty years ago."

Mrs. Winchester smiled faintly. "It can replenish psionic energy and, depending on individual compatibility, perform a temporary summoning..."

"Summoning?" The shimmering light seeped into his body, and Kong Jiu felt his drowsy mind clear considerably, finally managing to ask, "What is that?"

"That is—"

Mrs. Winchester looked at Conju with a smug expression, but her voice suddenly trailed off, grew weaker, and then fell completely silent.

The image suddenly freezes, the colors gradually fade, turning into black and white.

Time, this ever-flowing river, was pulled back to a standstill by some higher-dimensional being.

That is, psychic energy will reach countless dimensions, unfolding a minimalist summoning ritual, extending an invitation to millions of people whose fates are intertwined with yours, and summoning a temporary helper...

A vague voice echoed from the depths of his consciousness, reverberating in Kong Jiu's mind.

"A helper?" A hint of joy flashed across Kong Jiu's face.

In terms of helpers, he has made quite a few acquaintances among extraordinary beings.

In this strange phenomenon where everything is still, he could feel an elusive force pulsating around him, as if it were about to tear open the thin veil and descend upon this place at any moment!

"Squirtie, Neos, Li Yingying? Or even 'myself' would do! Anyone will do, just come and save the day!"

A surge of hope welled up in Kong Jiu's heart. He knew that as long as those extraordinary beings appeared, they could definitely turn the tide of the current crisis!

Sure enough, just as he was looking forward to it, a ray of golden light pierced through this dark, time-stopped domain.

Golden light?

Kong Jiu turned around with a hint of anticipation, wanting to see if the newcomer was indeed the dazzling sun he had imagined.

A door radiating a soft golden light came into his view.

door?

"I apologize, Angel of Death. This minimalist invocation ritual is called 'minimalist' because the life timeline being retrieved is not very long..."

As a polite voice rang out, the golden doors slowly opened, and the doorman wearing a captain's hat appeared before Kong Jiu.

"What? It's you?"

Kong Jiu's lips twitched slightly as he gazed at this mysterious figure he had met once before in Lixin Township.

"Because the deities you recently encountered were me and Yog."

The doorman gently adjusted the brim of his hat and bowed gracefully in response.