"Master Qi?"
"Master Qi?!"
Zhao Zhicheng knew that Qi Yan and Cen Baihe had a personal relationship, and the relationship was very good, otherwise the Cen family would not be so warm and friendly to Qi Yan. Seeing Qi Yan's pale face now, looking completely unable to slow down, he explained very worriedly, "Master Qi, don't worry too much, we have received news that the robbers have been brought under control, and there is a man on the plane. One passenger was injured, but there were doctors in the delegation who performed emergency treatment on the wounds of the injured, and there should be no life-threatening."
"Who was injured?" Qi Yan walked around the house twice, "Does anyone on the plane defuse bombs?"
"It's not clear yet," Zhao Zhicheng shook his head. "Our department is not responsible for this work, and this incident has a great social impact, so the news will not be disclosed to the public for the time being."
Qi Yan's mind was a little confused, he slumped onto the chair, and unconsciously clasped the corner of the table with his right hand, "Before the robber was caught, did he make any demands?"
Zhao Zhicheng shook his head silently.
It's not scary to make a request. What's scary is that the other party doesn't ask for it, which means that the other party has no intention of living and has nothing to get.
Qi Yan took a deep breath: "Captain Zhao, I want to ask you to help me with a few things."
Zhao Zhicheng nodded without hesitation: "You said."
"You help me prepare an altar on the top floor. I don't have enough time now. It's good to have an altar table and an incense burner." Qi Yan tugged at his hair, "Please."
"Okay." Zhao Zhicheng was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked his teammates to help prepare things. Their department was special, and all the things Qi Yan needed were ready-made, so they were all set up quickly.
Qi Yan washed his hands and face in the copper basin, wiped his hands with a white cotton cloth, and walked to the altar. He didn't expect that Zhao Zhicheng prepared more things than he imagined. In addition to the incense burner and candles, there were also sacrificial offerings. The yellow brocade tablecloth covered the table.
It's a good old thing.
"Master Qi," Zhao Zhicheng endured for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said, "What are you going to do?"
"Pray for blessings," Qi Yan took out a stack of talisman paper, put a handful of rice into the bowl, turned to Zhao Zhicheng and several other members of the special group who followed, "In ancient times, emperors and nobles often asked mages to set up altars to seek God bless, protect the water and soil and the people."
"But that wasn't the time when the people sought psychological comfort..." Xiang Qiang in the corner had not finished saying a word when he saw Qi Yan looking over, and hurriedly put out his hand to cover his mouth.
"You're right," Qi Yan smiled, "I'm just asking for psychological comfort."
It's not that the people in the special group have not seen other masters set up the altar, but they have never seen such a big movement after setting the altar. After Qi Yan threw the first handful of rice, the roof began to wind. It was originally just a breeze, but as Qi Yan read the scriptures more and more urgently, the wind became stronger and stronger.
Swish.
Pieces of yellow rune paper were rolled into the air, circling and dancing in the wind, and they gradually connected together, like a flying dragon rolling in the clouds.
"Captain, what is this?" Xiang Qiang held the book in front of his eyes to prevent the wind and sand from blowing into his eyes. He rubbed against Zhao Zhicheng and looked at the flying Huanglong in the air before mumbling for a while, "I'm still here. dreaming?"
Zhao Zhicheng has no intention of ignoring him now, but just stares at Qi Yan blankly, with uncontrollable ecstasy in his expression.
"Please all the gods in all directions, and keep this person safe." Qi Yan held a piece of red paper in his hand, on which was written Cen Baihe's name and birth date. He looked at the flying Huanglong, gritted his teeth, and took this piece of paper The red paper was thrown out.
The red paper is constantly floating in the air, like a rootless duckweed, which cannot be realized.
"Respect to the gods in all directions, keep this person safe and sound!" Qi Yan bowed deeply, and the red paper shook in the air, but it still floated like a headless fly.
"Qi Yan, the head of the 23rd generation of Tianyimen, sacrificed his blood and purple energy to the gods in all directions, and bless this person safe and sound!" Qi Yan bit his index finger, flicked his finger, and mixed his merits and virtues. Blood beads with purple energy fell on the floating red paper.
Suddenly, an ethereal roar sounded, resembling the roar of a dragon and the roar of a phoenix. The yellow dragon hovering in the air bowed his head and swallowed the red paper into his mouth. In an instant, the yellow dragon burned into a fire dragon, and the burned ashes were swept up into the sky, and then disappeared. not see.
The wind suddenly stopped, and all the visions on the roof disappeared without a trace.
Qi Yan clutched his chest. At this moment, his heart was burning like fire, and then it was like entering an ice cave. These two kinds of alternating pains had made him forget the pain of his index finger being bitten.
He still remembered that when he was twelve years old, he found a dilapidated and broken book in the master's room, which described various methods of praying to God.
The master said: Although they are practitioners, they are human beings after all. There are only three things one should pay attention to in being a human being, and the same goes for asking God.
To this day, he still remembers that at that time, the master said in a wistful tone: "Now, who else can really ask God?"
"Pfft!" Qi Yan spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and a smile appeared on his face.
Old man, what you can't do, I do.
On the plane, everyone was still nervously rummaging for traces of bombs, but they found nothing. The captain who was tied to the seat by them watched their expressions change from nervousness to despair, and the smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger, like a person who has been hungry for a long time is about to wait for the long-awaited meal, his face is full of excitement. All twisted.
"You don't have to struggle anymore, we are so close to the sky now, and we will definitely be able to go to heaven after death, away from the noise and sin of the mundane world. How beautiful is this?" It will take at least an hour and a half to land at the airport, you are too late."
He looked at these angry people proudly, "Be angry, cry, and then meet your death."
"Shut up!" A woman in high heels was too lazy to listen to the nonsense, and kicked his leg under his lower abdomen. The captain wailed, looked at the woman who kicked him with an expression of pain and excitement, and laughed wildly.
The woman raised her eyebrows: "You can laugh even if you can't kick here."
The men on the plane couldn't help but squeeze their legs at such a tense moment. What surprised them even more was that the captain reacted very strongly to the woman's words, he twisted his neck, stared at blood-red eyes, and gritted his teeth: "You lowly and dirty woman, what qualifications do you have to talk about me? "
There was a deep contempt in his eyes, just like the ancient nobles looked at slaves and looked aloof. He looked down on men and despised women, and he felt that he was the master of these people.
If everyone hadn't been in a hurry to find a bomb at this time, this man would have been beaten into meat sauce.
"Stupid." The woman felt that it was pointless to argue with a lunatic about this kind of issue. After she gave the man another kick, she turned around to look for the bomb, and didn't look at him again.
But the captain couldn't stand being called a fool by others. He kept struggling on the chair and even yelling, but no one looked at him and ignored him. For him, it was more unbearable than others scolding him and beating him.
These people should be furious and cry, why would they ignore him? ! Why? !
"Women, I really can't offend you," the psychologist whispered beside Cen Baihe, "My wife also has such a stubborn character, if I can't go back this time, I don't know who can stand her nagging and saucy character. "
His words were full of complaints, but Cen Baihe could hear that he couldn't let his wife go, otherwise he wouldn't be full of worry.
"We will reach the ground safely," Cen Baihe said firmly, "Even for those who are waiting for us to go back, we have to go back." His eyes swept across the cabin, and when he swept over a certain seat, his back With a cold back, it seemed that a dragon roar was heard.
Turning his head sharply, he only saw the faces of other people who were holding back their fear, no one was playing with electronic products, and there was no strange sound coming.
He strode to the seat, which was still covered in blood, where the man who was shot at the airport just now sat. He looked around the seat and found nothing suspicious.
He opened the salute above, and there was only a laptop carrying case inside, which was what the injured man brought on the plane.
"Five Young Masters," Huang He squeezed to Cen Baihe's side and saw him looking at a laptop carrying case, "I'll go get it."
"Lighten up, I suspect the bomb is in there."
Cen Baihe's voice was not loud, but at this moment everyone on the plane turned their attention to him, and then to the luggage rack. They checked all the corners, not even the life jackets and oxygen absorbers. The only thing they didn't suspect was what everyone brought with them.
For a while, everyone was nervous.
"Let me come," a middle-aged man in a military uniform strode over to Cen Baihe and Huang Hedao, "I've done bomb disposal before, you two should stand farther away."
Yellow River went to see Cen Baihe, Cen Baihe thought for a while, then nodded. Professional problems should be handled by professional people, so as not to hold back everyone. He and Huang He took a few steps back, and Huang He and another bodyguard stopped in front of him.
The middle-aged man carefully took down the carrying case, opened it and saw that the bomb they couldn't find anywhere was actually inside.
This bomb is small, it looks like an adult fist size, but the power is not small. As soon as it exploded, the walls would crack, and even if they could avoid the bombs, it wouldn't stop the plane from being destroyed in flight.
"This is a ticking time bomb," the middle-aged man said with sweat on his face, "but it's an old-fashioned kind that I can't dismantle with technology."
"Then what?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
"Can the safety escape door be opened?" the middle-aged man asked.
The flight attendant shook his head, "No, the escape door cannot be opened during the flight."
The answer wasn't too surprising, but they were still a little disappointed.
They could neither open the escape door, nor allow the plane to land safely and complete the emergency evacuation of the personnel in just a few minutes, so their only option was to defuse the bomb.
The middle-aged man shook his head slowly: "It's less than five minutes before the bomb explodes, and the location of the plane is over our territorial waters." Speaking of this, he smiled wryly, "If something unfortunate happens, at least when the plane explodes, the wreckage will disappear. It won't hit innocent people on the land, and we can die on the boundaries of our own country."
There was a dead silence in the cabin.
The middle-aged man pointed to four leads of the same color, "Choose one of the four, we have a 25% chance of surviving, who will make the decision?"