Inside the cabin.
The violent gale rushed into the cockpit, killing one pilot. Another pilot who was under mental control was also blown away by the wind and was unable to operate normally. The entire fuselage was shaking.
An Qingyu frowned slightly, and used the frost sword in his hand to swing away the two ten-cut ghost children. He retreated to the broken glass, put his palm on the broken edge, and the frost froze the gap in the windshield. The strong wind in the cab finally stopped.
Swish!
In this brief moment, three Ten-Cut Ghost Children pounced on him, smiling ferociously and stabbing the daggers in their hands into his body continuously!
Blood splashed onto An Qingyu's glasses, but that fair face not only did not show the slightest pain, but became even more excited. He swung the frost sword in his hand like lightning and directly cut off the head of a ten-cut ghost child!
"The weaknesses are at the neck and coccyx..." The blood-stained lenses reflected white light, and a gray gleam flashed across his eyes, and he instantly saw through the weakness of the Jukiri Kid.
The sword light was flowing, and the cold air was overflowing. His black windbreaker was already covered with blood, but his movements did not stop at all, like a tireless killing machine.
He glanced at the time out of the corner of his eye.
3:32 AM.
Now the tavern owner is still fighting with Lin Qiye outside the plane. If nothing unexpected happens, the ceremony will not be able to continue.
What no one noticed was that the thumb-sized bug that rolled into the crystal ball in the corner of the cockpit began to emit a faint red light...
At the same time, in the first class cabin.
The passengers who were knocked unconscious by An Qingyu slowly opened their eyes, stood up mechanically, and walked towards a wall of the first-class cabin.
There was also a faint red light in their eyes.
A young man walked to the wall and raised his hands dully. Several other people held down his limbs and lifted his body into the air, with his feet off the ground.
A woman walked to the flight attendant's work area, took out a knife from the drawer, returned to the first-class cabin, squatted down, and used the knife in her hand to cut the young man's fingers bit by bit...
The young man was pressed against the wall, looking forward with an expressionless face, like a pious lamb.
There was no cry of pain, no wailing, no screaming, the entire first-class cabin was dead silent.
…
ground.
The black van braked suddenly in front of the gate of the community. Hongying jumped down from the driver's seat easily, while Wu Xiangnan and Si Xiaonan staggered forward with a dying look on their faces.
Wu Xiangnan looked up at the plane circling in the low sky, checked the time, and said:
"It's 3:33. It's time for the ceremony to begin."
Hongying sighed, "I don't know what's going on with Qiye."
"Fortunately, he held up the tavern owner." Leng Xuan's voice came from the headset.
Hongying was stunned, "How do you know?"
Leng Xuan, who was standing on the roof, slowly put down the telescope in his hand, "Because they are fighting on the plane."
"I know they're on the plane."
"… Plane, get on."
Hongying and the other two were stunned and looked up suddenly. A low-flying plane was buzzing past their heads. On top of the plane, there seemed to be two figures fighting in the wind.
Hongying opened her mouth wide, her eyes full of shock.
"Fuck... This is too fierce!!"
…
Under the dark sky, two figures stood on top of the plane. The city beneath their feet was shining brightly, like a neon monster crawling on the ground. In their ears, the buzzing sound of the airplane engines was as deafening as the roar of a giant beast.
The howling wind made the dark red cloak rustle. Lin Qiye held two swords, the blades were soaked with blood. He swung them casually, and the blood adhering to the blades fell into the dead silent city below with the wind.
Opposite him, the bloody wound on the tavern owner's neck was healing rapidly.
This was Lin Qiye's sixth beheading. Prior to this, the tavern owner had experienced the feeling of having his head separated from his body five times in a row. Although his psychological quality had always been good, his face was now extremely pale, and the look he gave Lin Qiye was filled with fear.
Beheaded six times by the same man, the calm face of the young man in front of him has become the nightmare of the tavern owner.
"Damn it... Damn it!" When the tavern owner saw Lin Qiye take a step forward, he subconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes full of anger and fear. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger again.
He no longer dared to engage in close combat with Lin Qiye. Even though he possessed the elusive [Weird Silk] and usually considered himself a close combat expert, in front of Lin Qiye, all this was like a joke.
Click!
No bullet came out of the gun, as if it was stuck, and it made a strange sound.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, and the darkness around him became thicker. The gun in the tavern owner's hand disintegrated in an instant, as if an invisible hand had separated all its parts in an instant.
As long as he entered the range of the Dark Ruins, any thermal weapon would be like paper to Lin Qiye and would not be able to cause any harm to him.
"Fuck!" the tavern owner cursed and dropped the gun in his hand.
Lin Qiye shook his head secretly in his heart.
Judging from the mental strength, the tavern owner should be in the "Chuan" realm, but in the final analysis, he is just a fish that accidentally awakened the Forbidden Ruins and hid among the people. He is quite good at playing dirty tricks, but both his fighting skills and mentality are far from the normal "Chuan" realm.
If he didn't have [Weird Silk], he would be a living target that could recover infinitely, and would have no offensive power at all.
With the [Strange Silk], in terms of combat danger, he can indeed be considered to have barely entered the "Chuan" realm, but these silk threads that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye pose no threat to Lin Qiye at all.
Therefore, he could only be completely defeated by Lin Qiye, who was a whole realm lower than him.
Even though it was a complete defeat, it was not so easy to kill the opponent.
Under the horrified gaze of the tavern owner, Lin Qiye put the straight knife in his left hand back into the sheath. Under the other party's puzzled gaze, he stretched out his hand and pressed in the void, and a gorgeous summoning magic circle appeared out of thin air.
When the magic light faded away, a small mummy appeared in front of Lin Qiye. As soon as it appeared, it was almost blown off the plane by the wind. Fortunately, Lin Qiye caught it in time.
When the little mummy saw that he was actually at such a high altitude, his body trembled a little. He quickly lay down behind Lin Qiye, and hugged Lin Qiye's neck tightly with both hands, as if he would not let go even if he was beaten to death.
Lin Qiye touched its head with a wry smile, turned to look at the tavern owner, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
"Tell me... How many kilograms of explosives would it take to blow you up to the ground without leaving any trace?"