Chapter 232

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Chapter 232: Each Person Has One

I see. Anqing Yu seems to understand something, nodding slightly. So, what do you plan to do next?

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. I have a plan, but first, we need to deal with the people in this first-class cabin.

Deal with them? Anqing Yu raised an eyebrow. You Night Watchers do this kind of thing too?

…What I mean is, let them temporarily close their eyes and mouths to avoid unnecessary noise, Lin Qiye said helplessly.

Oh, that’s easy.

Anqing Yu turned around, a strange light glimmering in her eyes. The next moment, the passengers in the first-class cabin shuddered slightly and fell completely unconscious.

Mental control type forbidden domain? Lin Qiye nodded. You used this to confuse the forensic doctors when you stole those three corpses, right?

Anqing Yu smiled shyly.

Lin Qiye turned to the curtain and calmly said, Now it’s my turn…

…

In the cockpit.

The two pilots sat in their seats with blank expressions, mechanically controlling the instruments, causing the entire plane to circle at low altitude.

In the radio, calls from the ground continued to ring out, but there was no response.

Calling XXXX, this is the ground command center. Please return immediately. Repeat, please return immediately…

Bang—!!

A gunshot rang out, and the radio erupted with sparks, the sound distorted a few times before finally disappearing completely.

The tavern owner casually fiddled with the gun in his hand, sitting on the floor of the cockpit as if he were in a public space, yawning widely. Opposite him was Wen Qimo, whose limbs were nailed to the cockpit wall.

It’s quite noisy, isn’t it? The tavern owner chuckled.

Wen Qimo frowned, glancing at the tavern owner and then at the grinning Shiqie Guitong standing in front of him with a short knife. He spoke calmly:

What you’re doing is meaningless. This is just a small plane. Even if you sacrifice me and all the passengers on board, the souls won’t be enough to complete the ritual.

That’s right, it’s indeed not enough. The tavern owner nodded, casually removing the magazine from the gun and then reloading it, looking like a bored middle-aged man. But what if we include the people on the ground?

Wen Qimo’s expression darkened. You want this plane to crash into a residential area? Are you insane?!

To allow the great 【Bel Kland】 to revive, sacrificing their lives and souls is their honor. The tavern owner extended his hand, gently rubbing a palm-sized crystal ball beside him, which contained a bug the size of a thumbnail, seemingly dead and motionless.

The tavern owner looked at the bug with eyes full of admiration and fanaticism.

【Bel Kland】? Wen Qimo was slightly taken aback upon hearing the name. That bug?

Wen Qimo was surprised not because of the bug itself, but because of its name, Bel Kland… This is a Western name, and the Western countries were swallowed by the fog over a hundred years ago.

A bug? The tavern owner’s expression changed. He slowly stood up, pressing the gun against Wen Qimo’s chin, and spoke seriously. The great 【Bel Kland】 is a powerful mystery from the Western fog! The master of desire and spirit! In its prime, it could make an entire city’s people kill each other within ten minutes!

Such a powerful existence, how could a mere Night Watcher like you tarnish it?

Wen Qimo calmly looked at the tavern owner. It’s just a dying little bug that escaped from the Western fog. How can it be called great?

Endless fury erupted in the tavern owner’s eyes. The veins on his neck bulged, and the gun pressed firmly against Wen Qimo’s chin, as if he would pull the trigger at any moment.

After a moment, he slowly lowered the gun and sneered. Very well, you want to anger me this way to disrupt the ritual… you have guts.

The tavern owner walked over to the two pilots, looking down to confirm that the plane had reached the target area, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

3:29 AM.

Let’s start slowly cutting off his fingers… take your time, let him feel more pain! The tavern owner turned back and said to the eager Shiqie Guitong standing in front of Wen Qimo.

Shiqie Guitong instantly became excited, gripping the short knife tightly in his small hands, preparing to slice Wen Qimo’s fingers, his eyes filled with obsession.

Wen Qimo slowly closed his eyes. Unfortunately, your ritual is destined to fail.

Oh? The tavern owner raised an eyebrow. Are you planning to commit suicide? Heh, now your limbs are completely restrained. Unless you have poison hidden in your mouth, it’s impossible to successfully commit suicide. Don’t try to do something as foolish as biting your tongue to death; that way, you won’t die at all.

I never thought of committing suicide. Wen Qimo shook his head. I just believe in my teammates.

Teammates? Hahaha… The tavern owner couldn’t help but laugh. Those fools are still down there waiting for me to go kill people in the neighborhood. Who’s going to save you?

Is that so? A smile appeared at the corner of Wen Qimo’s mouth.

The next moment, an extreme darkness spread from the wall behind him, instantly enveloping his entire body. The four iron nails piercing through his body trembled slightly and then shot out automatically!

The four blood nails changed direction mid-air and shot toward the tavern owner like lightning!

Seeing this bizarre scene, the tavern owner’s pupils suddenly constricted, and he quickly dodged to the side. However, the cockpit was small, with a lot of equipment in the way. After dodging three iron nails, he was still pierced in the forehead by the last one, collapsing to the ground.

Without the support of the iron nails, Wen Qimo fell directly to the floor, blood gushing from his hands and feet. At the same time, Shiqie Guitong, who was about to cut his fingers, froze for a moment and swung the short knife down.

Beep beep beep, password correct!

At that moment, the password lock in the cockpit was unlocked, and an ice-cold longsword emerged from behind the door, steadily blocking Shiqie Guitong’s short knife.

The hooded Anqing Yu shrouded her entire face in shadow, flicking her wrist and sending the small Shiqie Guitong staggering back a few steps. The latter glared at her, baring his teeth.

Lin Qiye walked over to Wen Qimo’s side, scanning his injuries with his mental power. The wounds were deep but not fatal; he just lacked the ability to move for a short time.

I’m fine. Wen Qimo grimaced in pain but forced a smile, his gaze falling on the hooded figure. That person is…

A friend, I’d say a helper I called in. Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment before saying.

Anqing Yu raised an eyebrow and lowered her voice. Since it’s a helper, there must be a reward, right?

Lin Qiye stood up, glancing at Shiqie Guitong and the bug in the crystal. He spoke calmly:

These two corpses, one for each of us.