# 1551
Chapter 1551: Grand Finale
"Qingyu!!"
Seeing An Qingyu's condition, Jiang Er cried out, reaching out to gently cradle his head, but her hand passed right through him.
"Qingyu!" An Qingyu's curled-up form on the wheelchair grew more hunched. In his struggle, he lost his balance and was about to fall off the wheelchair. Lin Qiye quickly grabbed him. "Qingyu, are you okay?"
"Seven Nights…" An Qingyu's features contorted with agony. He gripped Lin Qiye's wrist tightly, his reddened eyes meeting Lin Qiye's gaze. His lips trembled as he spoke, "They must be looking for… me…"
Lin Qiye looked at him, his expression growing increasingly complicated. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists…
To be honest, before today, Lin Qiye had never connected An Qingyu to this Migo incident. Although An Qingyu's headache last time coincided with the Migo invasion, one coincidence couldn't possibly make him suspect his own brother. Moreover, An Qingyu had no connection to the Cthulhu Faction. Why would Migo target him?
But today, the Mortal Divine Realm repeatedly pointed toward An Qingyu's location, forcing Lin Qiye to reconsider carefully.
He and the other Night Watch had searched Shangjing City for so long without finding any traces of Cthulhu Faction members or items. If Migo's target wasn't the Cthulhu Faction but something else entirely… then among everyone, An Qingyu was the most likely candidate.
The elderly Wang Mian had said that in the future, An Qingyu would become this world's nightmare. When they met the future An Qingyu in the underworld, his words seemed to indicate some connection to the Cthulhu Faction. Combined now with the "coincidence" of An Qingyu's headache and the Migo invasion, the scattered fragments of information all seemed to point in one direction…
But even if An Qingyu might be connected to the Cthulhu Faction in the future, that was a future matter. Lin Qiye was very clear in his heart that the current An Qingyu had absolutely nothing to do with them. He was simply the vice-captain of the Nightfall Squad, nothing more.
In that case, why would Migo target An Qingyu?
Although scattered clues pointed toward An Qingyu, there was no direct, conclusive evidence. Lin Qiye had planned to wait until after the event ended, take An Qingyu and the others back to Shangjing headquarters, and report this to Zuo Qing and the Heavenly Court to see what they thought.
But he never imagined Migo would descend at this moment!
After all, the last Migo invasion had occurred four days apart, and now it had only been less than two days since the previous invasion.
At this moment, seeing An Qingyu's headache strike, Lin Qiye basically confirmed his suspicion. After all, one coincidence could be coincidence, but two coincidences… that was no longer simple coincidence. The moment Migo invaded, An Qingyu would get a headache. There must be some connection between them.
But now, Lin Qiye had no time to explore their relationship.
"This time there are sixteen! Damn it, are they multiplying exponentially?" Lin Qiye's expression was grim.
One Klein-level Migo, Lin Qiye could easily kill. Four Migo, they could also handle simply. But sixteen all at once, in different directions? Where would they get enough people to stop them?!
"Sixteen?" Hearing this number, Chen Han's heart also lurched. "Where are they all?"
"Just within a ten-kilometer radius around Shangjing University… very close to us, but their positions are scattered, and they're all rushing toward here at high speed." Lin Qiye glanced at An Qingyu clutching his head in agony. "They… should have already locked onto Qingyu's position."
After the Battle of Chennan Pass, the Night Watch's Klein-realm experts had become extremely scarce. Now sixteen Klein-level Migo appearing in Shangjing all at once, and in the city center, was undoubtedly a disaster!
Chen Han's expression shifted repeatedly. He immediately pulled a walkie-talkie from his chest and said in a low voice:
"Immediately deploy the Prohibition Domain around Shangjing University within a ten-kilometer radius. Then requisition all sound transmission devices within ten kilometers and prepare to broadcast the Dream Whispers."
Lin Qiye was no stranger to these two standard forbidden artifacts of the Night Watch. He had encountered them both during his first mission against the Nanda Serpent Demon. The former could prevent outsiders from accidentally entering the barrier, while the latter could reshape listeners' short-term memories through sound transmission.
The simultaneous deployment of these two forbidden artifacts indicated the situation had already reached an extremely severe stage.
"Sixteen Migo, splitting up to eliminate them definitely won't work in time… The only way now is to gather them all into the campus and eliminate them in one fell swoop." Lin Qiye's mind raced.
"But there are大量的 teachers and students on campus. Is there enough time to dispatch people for evacuation?"
"No need to dispatch people for evacuation. I'll handle it alone."
A determined light flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes. He turned to look at Jiang Er. "Jiang Er, hack into the campus system and route all the speaker signals to the equipment here."
Jiang Er was stunned, then seemed to realize something and immediately nodded: "Got it!"
Lin Qiye strode through the dim, empty audience hall, lightly leaping onto the center of the stage. He took the microphone from its stand and, looking at the empty venue before him, sighed helplessly:
"Unexpectedly, the grand finale performer turns out to be me…"
Lin Qiye turned and shouted toward the tent behind the stage where the control console stood: "Cao Yuan! Turn my microphone to maximum volume!"
Inside the tent, although Cao Yuan didn't understand what was happening outside, seeing Lin Qiye's demeanor, he could vaguely guess at something. He immediately turned to Lu Menglei and said:
"Can you turn his microphone back on and max out the volume?"
"No problem!"
Lu Menglei pressed a few buttons again. The static noise once again emanated from the speakers, and she had already maxed out the volume on the microphone in Lin Qiye's hand.
"Put this on." After some thought, Cao Yuan picked up a pair of noise-canceling headphones from the table and placed them on Lu Menglei's head.
An Qingyu was in agonizing pain. Lu Menglei was currently the only person who knew how to operate these devices. If she too was overcome by Lin Qiye's singing, things would only get more troublesome.
Below the stage, Jiang Er closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and nodded to Lin Qiye, signaling that all speakers had been connected.
Lin Qiye gripped the microphone, took a deep breath,
"Windmill goes creak, creak, slowly spinning round…"
The melodious and bizarre singing rang out from every speaker on Shangjing University. From the speakers hidden in the grass along the roads, to the players inside classrooms, to the Bluetooth speakers students had connected to their dormitory computers… The moment they heard this singing, everyone's brow furrowed instinctively, then their eyes gradually grew hollow!