"I see." 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?"
"… What I mean is to let them close their eyes and mouths temporarily to avoid making unnecessary noises." Lin Qiye said helplessly.
"Oh, that's easy."
An Qingyu turned around, with a strange light in his eyes. The next moment, all the passengers in the first-class cabin were shocked and fainted completely.
"Mind control type of forbidden ruins?" Lin Qiye nodded, "When you went to steal those three bodies, you also confused the forensic doctor in this way, right?"
An Qingyu smiled shyly.
Lin Qiye turned his head to look at the curtain and said calmly, "It's my turn next..."
…
In the cab.
The two pilots were sitting in the driving seats with dull eyes, mechanically controlling the instruments in their hands, making the entire plane hover at a low altitude.
Calls from the ground continued to ring through the radio station, but there was no response.
"Calling XXXX, this is the ground command center, please return immediately, repeat, please return immediately..."
boom!!
A gunshot rang out, sparks flew from the radio, the sound distorted a few times, and finally disappeared completely.
The tavern owner casually fiddled with the gun in his hand, sat on the floor of the cab as if no one was around, and yawned loudly. Opposite him was Wen Qimo, whose limbs were nailed to the wall of the cab.
"It's quite noisy, isn't it?" the tavern owner smiled.
Wen Qimo frowned, looked at the tavern owner, then looked at the grinning Shiqie ghost boy standing in front of him holding a dagger, and spoke calmly:
"There's no point in doing this. This is just a small plane. Even if you sacrifice me and the entire plane's passengers, there won't be enough souls to complete the ritual."
"Yes, it's not enough." The tavern owner nodded, pulled the magazine out of the gun, and reloaded it, like a middle-aged man with nothing to do. "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 Kland]." The tavern owner stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the palm-sized crystal ball beside him. Inside the crystal ball was a bug the size of a thumbnail, motionless as if it were dead.
The tavern owner looked at the bug with eyes full of admiration and fanaticism.
"[Bell Crand]?" Wen Qimo was slightly startled when he heard the name, "That bug?"
The reason why Wen Qimo was so surprised was not because of the bug itself, but because of its name, Bell Crand... This is a Western name, and the Western countries had been swallowed by the fog a hundred years ago.
"Bugs?" The tavern owner's face changed. He slowly stood up, put the muzzle of the gun to Wen Qimo's chin, and said seriously, "The great [Bell Crand] is a powerful mystery from the Western Mist! The master of desire and spirit! If it were in its heyday, it could make everyone in the city kill each other in ten minutes!
How can a mere night watchman like you defile such a powerful being?"
Wen Qimo looked at the tavern owner calmly, "You are just a dying bug that escaped from the western mist. Do you think you deserve the word 'great'?"
Endless rage erupted in the tavern owner's eyes, the veins on his neck bulged, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Wen Qi Mo'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 sneered, "Very good, you want to irritate me in this way and disrupt the ceremony... You have guts."
The tavern owner walked over to the two pilots, looked down, and confirmed that the plane had reached the target range. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
3:29 AM.
"Start cutting off his fingers slowly... Go slower so he can feel more pain!" The tavern owner turned around and said to the eager ghost boy standing in front of Wen Qimo.
The ghost boy became excited instantly. He tightly grasped the dagger in his thin arms and gestured on Wen Qimo's fingers, his eyes full of obsession.
Wen Qimo slowly closed his eyes, "Unfortunately, your ritual is doomed to fail."
"Oh?" The tavern owner raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to commit suicide? Haha, your limbs are now completely sealed. Unless you have poison in your mouth, it is impossible to commit suicide successfully. Don't try to do stupid things like biting your tongue to commit suicide. You won't die that way."
"I didn't think 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 lying 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 out from the wall behind him, instantly enveloping his entire body. The four iron nails that pierced his body trembled slightly, and then popped out automatically!
The four blood nails changed direction in mid-air and shot towards the tavern owner like lightning!
When the tavern owner saw the strange scene, his pupils suddenly contracted and he quickly moved to the side, but the space in the cab was not large and there were a lot of equipment blocking it. After he dodged three iron nails in succession, he was still pierced in the center of his eyebrows by the last one and fell violently to the ground.
Without the iron nails supporting his body, Wen Qimo fell directly to the ground, blood oozing from his hands and feet. At the same time, the ghost boy who was about to cut off his fingers beside him was stunned and swung his dagger to chop his hand.
Ding ding ding, the password is correct!
At this moment, the combination lock of the cab was opened, and a long frost sword stretched out from behind the door, firmly blocking the short knife of the Ten-Kissing Kid.
An Qingyu, wearing a hood, had his entire face covered in shadow. With a flick of his wrist, he shocked the skinny and small Jiqie Guitong and made him take several steps back. The latter stared at him warily, grinning.
Lin Qiye walked to the side of Wen Qimo and with a scan of his mental power, he was able to fully understand his injuries. The wound was deep, but not fatal. He just lost the ability to move for a short period of time.
"I'm fine." Wen Qimo grimaced in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and smiled, his eyes fell on the hooded figure, "Who is that..."
"A friend, a helper I invited." Lin Qiye said after hesitating for a moment.
An Qingyu raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "Since you are a helper, you should be paid, right?"
Lin Qiye stood up, glanced at the Ten-cut Ghost Child and the bug in the crystal, and spoke calmly:
"These two bodies, one for each person."