Flight 914 has an altitude of 3000 meters.
There was a dead silence in the cabin, and the passengers who could not make any sound were shivering at the incomprehensible things in front of them.
The terrified face and the dimly lit cabin formed a depressive scene that was frozen.
"Need more? Coke? Tea?"
The sound that echoed in the cabin was like a yin wind, refreshing.
Standing not far behind the non-mainstream youth, Weizard, who is also in the middle of the aisle, can see very clearly: When the ghost of the flight attendant passed through the body of "Kill Matt", a struggling, illusory and transparent figure was also brought out. …
At the same time, "Kill Matt" exhaled a long breath, but no more inhalation... The vitality in his body was quickly dissipating, and in just a few seconds, this poor fellow Turned into a stiff corpse.
"Ghost? It turns out to be like this..."
Looking at the "stewardess" slowly walking towards him, instead of fear, Wize, who saw the ghost for the first time, looked carefully and studied.
"Well, it can pass directly through the human body... It should be an incorporeal creature! It looks like it should be immune to physical attacks..."
"It can absorb human vitality, and the attack effect directly affects the soul... preliminary judgment, it is best not to have direct contact with it..."
"..."
After a few breaths, Weizard obtained some valuable information through the death of "Kill Matt".
"... In the next words, do you start to purify the wronged souls?"
Weizard, who was playing tarot cards in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It's not right! We still have to consider the long-term..."
Weizard's brain is running fast: "If I act now, I will inevitably cause a lot of trouble for myself in full view! What's more, what I know about ghosts and ghosts at the moment is just a guess."
"... Is the attack of [Tarot] a physical attack? Or a spell attack? Or both? Its attributes show that the attack power is average. What kind of attack strength does this'average' represent?"
"If you attack this flight attendant's ghost, will a single blow work? Will it attract the siege of other evil spirits? Will something else happen?"
"All in all... The information I have is still very limited!"
After thinking about it again and again, Weizard pretended to behave like an ordinary person should: he staggered back a few steps, leaned over and fell on the seat on the left side of the aisle, just avoiding the appearance of the stewardess. The walking route of the wrong soul.
At this moment, when the "Stewardess" had just passed Weizard's position, a fat female passenger sitting behind him could no longer restrain the fear in her heart and struggled desperately! She wanted to unfasten the seat belt around her waist and leave her seat, so as to stay away from the aisle and ghosts as much as possible.
Perhaps the reason for the excessive movement, the flight attendant ghost suddenly stopped and stood in front of the fat woman.
"Do you... need something? Coke? Tea?"
The flight attendant ghost’s pale, hollow eyes stared at the fat woman who wanted to scream, but couldn’t make a sound. It asked quietly, "No... say... words? You need... you need mine. Help?"
While talking, the flight attendant ghost stretched out his bloodstained hands towards the fat woman.
"... It's an opportunity!"
While everyone's attention was drawn away, Weizard's left hand flipped, and a card with the image of "horn blowing angel" was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger. Then, his wrist shook. , The card sandwiched between the fingers went straight into the heart of the flight attendant ghost.
"Wow!!!"
The ghost of the flight attendant with outstretched hands, stature! There was a sharp howl from her mouth, and then it turned into a black eye and disappeared into the air.
[The player "witch" purifies an unjust soul, the task progress is updated to 1/12. 】
At the moment of hearing this wailing, Weizard's brain banged and his health dropped by 14%.
"Nima! This voice... is too sudden..."
Shaking his head vigorously, Weizard spent two or three seconds before returning to normal.
Looking around for a week, Weizard noticed that most of the passengers in the cabin were stunned by the sound.
When the flight attendant’s ghost was purified, the lights in the cabin resumed normal work and the light came on.
"Ghost!!"
"Huh? I can talk again..."
"What happened to the people in front? Are they all dead?"
"..."
Without the influence of ghosts, messy sounds rang from the back of the cabin, and more than twenty passengers who were not in a coma screamed suspiciously.
Just as everyone was tumbling and at a loss, the foreign priest dressed in a black priest costume prayed loudly in half-baked Chinese:
"Father Almighty... Father in Heaven..."
"You are the giver of life!"
"Lord, please use the loving rod of your shepherd to support us with your own hands and lead us forward."
"Although we don't know the way of tomorrow, we know well that you are in charge of tomorrow and you hold my hand!"
"... Ladies and gentlemen, everything will be fine! Because I, the spokesperson of the Lord walking on the earth, is by your side..."
After hearing the prayers of the foreign pastor, everyone seemed to have a backbone, and they moved closer to him, as did Wei Zede.
"Pastor, can you deal with those ghosts?"
"Hallelujah! Pastor, you must protect the Lord's servant..."
"..."
"Everyone is quiet!"
A tall and thin man suddenly said loudly: "We will definitely be safe!"
Faced with the gazes cast by the crowd, "Tall" continued: "I don’t know if everyone noticed it? Except for the people near the priest... Well, that’s us... In addition to our staying awake, the plane The rest of the people above were all unconscious because of the ghost attack!"
"What does this mean? It means that Mr. Pastor is absolutely capable of dealing with the ghost of that flight attendant!"
"In other words, as long as we follow this pastor, we will be safe and sound..."
Having said this, the foreign pastor said solemnly: "Lord! Let me help these people, let me spread your mantra, let me glorify your light..."
"People with eyes but no beads are the most blind. Open your eyes and don't be blinded anymore! Everything is evidenced by black and white..."
The foreign pastor read the Bible he held in his hand: "Revelation... Chapter 15, the glory and power of God... The smoke filled the temple, before the seven plagues of the Seven Angels, any No one can enter the temple!"
"What is he talking about?"
"I don't know, it sounds pretty mysterious anyway..."
"Huh? Do you know what these words mean?"
"I do not know… "
"Foreigners just say what they want, and there is no loss after listening to them anyway!"
"..."
Hearing the whispers of the crowd, Weizard's mouth made a slight arc.
"I'm still thinking about how to avoid people's eyes and ears... Having this nagging guy saves me a lot of thought!"