That's it." An Qingyu seemed to understand something and nodded, "Then what are you going to do next?"
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "I have a plan, but before that, I have to deal with the people in the first class cabin."
"Deal with it?" An Qingyu raised an eyebrow, "You night watchmen, do you still do this kind of thing?"
"...I mean, let them close their eyes and mouths temporarily to avoid unnecessary noise." Lin Qiye said helplessly.
"Oh, that's easy to handle."
An Qingyu turned around, his eyes filled with a strange light. The next moment, all the passengers in the first class cabin were slightly shocked and fainted completely.
"Mind control forbidden ruins?" Lin Qiye nodded, "When you went to steal the three corpses, you also confused the forensic doctor in this way, right?"
An Qingyu smiled shyly.
Lin Qiye turned to look at the curtain and said calmly, "It's my turn next..."
…
In the cab.
The two pilots were sitting in the driver's seat with dull eyes, mechanically controlling the instruments in their hands, causing the entire aircraft to hover at low altitude.
In the radio station, calls from the ground continued to ring, but there was no response.
"Call XXXX, this is the ground command, please return immediately, repeat, please return immediately..."
boom--!!
A gunshot rang out, a few sparks burst out from the radio, the sound distorted several times, and finally disappeared completely.
The tavern owner fiddled with the gun in his hand casually, sat on the ground of the cab as if no one else was around, and yawned widely. Opposite him was Wen Qimo, whose limbs were nailed to the wall of the cab.
"It's noisy, isn't it?" the tavern owner smiled.
Wen Qimo frowned, glanced at the tavern owner, and then at the Shikiri ghost boy who was standing in front of him with a short knife and grinning, and said calmly:
"It makes no sense for you to do this. This is just a small plane. Even if you sacrifice me and the entire passengers on the plane, the souls will not be enough to complete the ceremony."
"Yes, it is indeed not enough." The tavern owner nodded, casually took the magazine out of the gun and put it back in again, like a middle-aged man who was idle and panicking, "But what if we add the people on the ground?"
?"
Wen Qimo's face darkened, "You want this plane to crash into a residential area? Are you crazy?!"
"It is their honor to sacrifice their lives and souls in order to revive the great [Bell Crand]." The tavern owner stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the palm-sized crystal ball next to him.
A bug the size of a thumbnail was sealed, motionless as if dead.
The tavern owner looked at the insect with eyes full of admiration and fanaticism.
"[Bell Crand]?" Wen Qimo was slightly startled when he heard the name, "That insect?"
The reason why Wen Qimo was so surprised was not because of the insect itself, but because of its name, Bell Crand... This was a Western name, and the Western countries had been swallowed by the fog a hundred years ago.
"Insects?" The tavern owner's face changed. He stood up slowly, put the muzzle of his gun on Wen Qimo's chin, and spoke seriously, "The great [Bell Clande] is a powerful mystery from the fog of the west.
!The master of desire and spirit! If it were in its heyday, it could make the entire city kill each other within ten minutes!
How can a being with such great power be tarnished by a little night watchman like you?"
Wen Qimo looked at the tavern owner calmly, "It's just a dying insect that escaped from the fog in the west. Does it deserve the word 'great'?"
The tavern owner's eyes burst out with endless anger, the veins on his neck popped out, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against Wen Qimo's chin, as if he was about to pull the trigger at the next moment.
After a moment, he slowly put down the gun and said with a sneer: "Very good, you want to use this method to anger me and ruin the ceremony... you have the guts."
The tavern owner walked up to the two pilots, lowered his head and glanced down to confirm that the plane had flown to the target range, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
3:29 am.
"Start cutting off his fingers slowly... Slow down the process and let him feel more pain!" The tavern owner turned around and said to the Shikiri ghost boy standing in front of Wen Qimo, who was eager to try.
The Shikiri ghost boy became excited instantly. He held the short knife tightly in his thin arms and started making gestures on Wen Qimo's fingers, his eyes full of obsession.
Wen Qimo slowly closed his eyes, "Unfortunately, your ceremony is destined to be unsuccessful."
"Oh?" the tavern owner raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to commit suicide? Haha, now your limbs have been completely sealed. Unless you hide poison in your mouth, it is impossible to commit suicide successfully. Don't try to commit suicide by biting your tongue.
Stupid things, that way, you can't die at all."
"I never thought about committing suicide." Wen Qimo shook his head, "I just believed in my teammates."
"Teammate? Hahahaha..." The tavern owner couldn't help laughing, "Those idiots are still on the ground waiting for me to kill people in the community. Who will come to save you?"
"Really?" A smile appeared on Wen Qimo's lips.
The next moment, an extreme darkness spread from the wall behind him, instantly covering his entire body. The four iron nails that penetrated his body trembled slightly, and then popped out automatically!
The four bloody nails changed directions in mid-air and shot towards the tavern owner like lightning!
When the tavern owner saw this strange scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly turned sideways. However, the space in the cab was not large and there was a lot of equipment blocking it. After dodging three iron nails in a row, he was still hit by
The last iron nail pierced the center of his eyebrow, and he fell to the ground suddenly.
Wen Qimo, who lost the iron nails to support his body, fell directly to the ground, with blood gurgling from his hands and feet. At the same time, the Shikiri ghost boy next to him who was about to cut off his fingers was stunned and swung a short sword to cut off his hand.
Didi, the password is correct!
At this moment, the coded lock of the cab was opened, and a long frost sword poked out from behind the door, firmly holding the short sword of Togiri Ghost Boy.
Wearing a hood, An Qingyu shrouded his entire face in shadow. With a flick of his wrist, the thin Shikiri Ghost Boy was shocked and took a few steps back. The latter stared at him warily and bared his teeth.
Lin Qiye walked to Wen Qimo's side, and with a sweep of his mental power, he could completely detect his injuries. The wounds were deep, but not fatal, but he was unable to move within a short period of time.
"I'm fine." Wen Qimo grinned in pain, gritted his teeth and said with a smile. His eyes fell on the hooded figure, "That one is..."
"A friend is the helper I invited." Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment and said.
An Qingyu raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice and said, "Since you are a helper, you must be paid, right?"
Lin Qiye stood up, glanced at the Shiqie ghost boy and the bug in the crystal, and said calmly: