Chapter 237
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Chapter 237: Ritual Failure?
Not only him, but all the other passengers in this first-class cabin lay in pools of blood, their bodies showing no other wounds, as if they had simply fallen asleep, with strange smiles on their faces.
An Qingyu stepped forward, carefully analyzing everyone’s condition, and shook her head.
They are all dead. During our battle, the people here must have been mentally controlled to complete a ritual. Only he died from a knife piercing his heart; the others all died from mental strangulation.
That bug was sealed in crystal and was dying, yet it could still control so many people? Lin Qiye looked at the corpses scattered around and quickly scanned the economy class ahead with his mental power, slowly speaking: The passengers in the rear cabin are fine; it seems its control has a limited range.
Perhaps it sensed the situation was not right and made a desperate move.
Even if he killed the last person of the ritual, the strength of the sacrificed souls should be far from enough. Lin Qiye pondered; there are only corpses here, and the souls of ordinary people cannot complete the ritual…
As Lin Qiye’s words fell, the entire plane suddenly shook, a strong sense of weightlessness hit, and the plane began to plunge rapidly downward!
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu exchanged glances and spoke simultaneously:
It wants to crash this plane!
The two quickly rushed into the cockpit, where they saw the only pilot’s eyes glowing red, as if he had gone mad, controlling the plane to dive rapidly!
The dense residential buildings loomed larger before them!
Inside the cockpit, Lin Qiye and the others could clearly hear the screams coming from the rear cabin!
Without hesitation, Lin Qiye struck the pilot’s neck with his palm, and the latter immediately fainted. An Qingyu quickly moved to the control panel and began to operate swiftly.
You can fly a plane? Lin Qiye asked in surprise.
Yes.
When did you learn?
Three seconds ago.
A gray light flickered in An Qingyu’s eyes as she grabbed the control lever and pulled it back with all her strength!
…
On the ground.
The spiraling plane suddenly lost control, diving rapidly toward the residential area, and this sudden change made everyone in Team 136’s hearts drop.
Captain, it’s going to crash into the residential building! Wu Xiangnan’s face was extremely serious.
The massive fuselage quickly enlarged in everyone’s view, the deep engine roar echoing through the sky. If this continued, in no more than ten seconds, the plane would crash into this residential area!
At that time, the casualties would be counted in the thousands!
Chen Muye stared intently at the plane before him, his expression increasingly conflicted. He reached out, gently touching a spot on his chest, and slowly spoke:
Xiangnan, what is the plane’s number?
What?
The plane’s number.
It’s xxxxxxx. Captain, why are you asking this now? Wu Xiangnan was filled with confusion, his palms already sweaty from anxiety.
Chen Muye did not answer; his fingertips had already touched the corner of something, pulling out a small portion. From its appearance, it was an ancient, yellowed sheepskin scroll.
As the sheepskin scroll appeared in the air, it was as if some seal had been lifted, and a strange wave of power emanated from it.
At the same time, a mysterious and ethereal gaze descended from the void, hovering above the entire city, as if searching for something.
Three seconds until the plane crashes into the residential area.
Suddenly, the massive body of the plane adjusted its position in mid-air, sharply changing its dive direction, veering away from the residential area and flying past the rooftops, while the wings on both sides trembled violently, and then the fuselage began to ascend gradually!
The strong winds generated by the plane rustled the trees in the community, and the deep engine noise echoed like continuous thunder between the buildings.
Countless people were awakened, turning on their room lights, curiously peeking outside…
At this moment, the plane had already pulled up its angle, flying steadily toward the night sky.
Seeing this scene, everyone in Team 136 breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing when their backs had become soaked with cold sweat.
I thought we were going to die… Hong Ying patted her chest, her face full of lingering fear.
Chen Muye stood alone on the rooftop, watching the plane gradually disappear into the sky, letting out a long sigh as he tucked the sheepskin scroll back into his clothing.
That ethereal gaze continued to search the city for a while, seemingly not finding its target, and eventually dissipated without a trace.
…
In the cockpit.
Lin Qiye felt the crisis had finally passed and let out a sigh of relief.
What? Don’t you believe me? An Qingyu skillfully operated the plane and glanced at Lin Qiye.
Hmm.
… An Qingyu was silent for a moment. You’d better have the flight attendants make two announcements to calm the passengers; otherwise, once they discover the corpses in first class, it will definitely cause a commotion.
Lin Qiye nodded in agreement, walked to the flight attendant’s rest area, untied a flight attendant’s ropes and tape, and after showing his police credentials, she immediately complied.
Due to weather conditions, the plane may encounter unstable air currents during the flight. Please fasten your seatbelts and refrain from moving around…
The flight attendant’s gentle voice echoed in the cabin, soothing some of the agitated passengers, but many still did not believe it; after all, they had just witnessed the plane nearly crash into a building—was that still called unstable air currents?
Lin Qiye untied several other flight attendants and instructed them to calm the passengers and inform them that the plane would return in about ten minutes.
Finally, Lin Qiye walked over to the slumped Wen Qimo, who looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows.
Did you get it done?
I don’t know. Lin Qiye shook his head. The tavern owner and the Ten Cuts Demon Child are dead, but the ritual was still completed. I don’t know if their souls will be absorbed by the ritual. If so, with one from the River Realm, one from the Pool Realm, and the several corpses in first class, it might meet the minimum requirements for the ritual.
Wen Qimo reached out, as if wanting to pat Lin Qiye’s shoulder, but seeing his bloodied palm, he smiled wryly and withdrew it.
You’ve already saved everyone on this plane and in the residential area; that’s quite good. As for that mysterious entity from the Western Mist, it should be handled by the Phoenix Special Team. They will take care of the subsequent matters.
Lin Qiye was taken aback. Has there been a mysterious entity from the Western Mist before?
Of course, but they are extremely rare. However, each one is extremely dangerous; otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to survive in the mist. Once a mysterious event involving the Western Mist occurs, regardless of its size, it must be handled by the Phoenix Team.
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