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In this world, this kind of ordinary people occupy the vast majority, and it seems that each one is no different from others, just a member of the vast sea of people, without any characteristics, and will not leave any traces of existence in the world after living an ordinary life.

But it is these ordinary people who have no characteristics that form the foundation of human society, and it is they who lay the cornerstone of this world. In fact, they are the real constituents of society, the real part of this world.

Ming Chuan felt that he was also one of them, even if his physique was different from ordinary people, he felt that he should belong to those ordinary people.

For ordinary people like Jiang Shengqing, Mingchuan has a sense of intimacy. In fact, the source of this intimacy is not because Mingchuan belongs to them, but on the contrary.

From the day his physique was revealed, Ming Chuan did not belong to those ordinary people. His intimacy with Jiang Shengqing is precisely because he aspires to be such an ordinary person.

When he saw Jiang Shengqing stand up, Ming Chuan didn't realize that something was wrong, and after a part of his consciousness was separated, the speed of his thinking seemed to decrease a little.

He frowned and was about to speak, when he noticed something strange.

The corners of Jiang Shengqing's mouth were slightly raised to reveal a smiling face, but his eyes were unfocused, making this smiling face look very weird, as if there were two threads pulling the corners of his mouth and lifting the corners of his mouth up.

The strangest thing is not Jiang Shengqing's smiling face, but what flows from his cracked mouth.

"Is that a thin white line?" After Ming Chuan concentrated, his consciousness almost returned to the body that was half-kneeling on the ground, and asked with some confusion.

Shadow Lan, who had transformed into a black mist-like barrier, let out a "hmm", sounding very confused.

"Lord Mingchuan, those thin lines look a lot like bugs. Ying Lan said in a very serious tone.

"I don't need you to say that. Mingchuan said, "Do you know what that thing is?"

"Bugs?" Shadow Lan was a little unsure.

"Of course not. Mingchuan was a little tired, and he felt that he really had a brain twitch before he remembered to ask Yinglan.

Ming Chuan couldn't get up, he still had to provide energy to the magic circle, so he could only maintain a half-kneeling posture, tilting his head and looking at Jiang Shengqing at the end of the cabin vigilantly.

Jiang Shengqing stood in front of his seat, tilting his head slightly, motionless, and the corners of his mouth always kept rising, making him look like a lifeless puppet. And in his mouth, like a spider spinning silk, he kept spitting out white silk threads.

The threads were thin and light-colored, and they covered his mouth so densely that they looked disgusting.

The silk threads fell to the ground like sections of noodles, and then disappeared without a trace. And his mouth was still spitting out.

What the hell are these things? Ming Chuan was puzzled.

Whatever those thin lines are, it's definitely not a good thing. There was a burst of foreboding in Mingchuan's heart, and this foreboding was gradually strengthening and spreading little by little with these thin lines.

Before Mingchuan could figure out what was going on, a passenger sitting in the middle by the window unbuckled his seat belt and stood.

Ming Chuan turned his head to look and saw a male passenger in his thirties in a suit standing straight in front of his seat, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes were sloppy and unfocused, and his mouth was spitting white silk threads outward.

It is exactly the same as Jiang Shengqing's state.

What's going on?

The ghost qi has obviously been shielded by him with a magic circle, and the cabin has also been purified with a magic circle and a net bell, how can there still be such a strange state?

Just as he was thinking, the third passenger stood up.

It was a woman in her forties, dressed in a tweed coat with heavy makeup, and a large earring hanging from her ear. The bright red lips were raised high, and white silk threads continued to spit out from the bright red mouth.

Then, fourth, fifth......

"Lord Mingchuan, something doesn't seem right. Ying Lan said hesitantly.

"I don't need to be reminded of this. Ming Chuan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"What now?" Shadow Lan was a little undecided.

"If only I knew what to do. Ming Chuan muttered quietly.

"Huh?" Shadow Lan didn't hear what Ming Chuan was muttering.

"Now that these passengers have become like this, we don't need to continue to hide it. Ming Chuan looked left and right, and found that even the passengers who did not stand up looked a little delirious at this time, and immediately waved his hand, letting Ying Lan leave in front of him.

Shadow Lan obeyed the order and reverted to a black humanoid form, standing beside Mingchuan, completely exposing Mingchuan's figure.

As Ming Chuan expected, none of the passengers noticed that a white-haired man suddenly appeared in the middle of the corridor of the cabin, and none of the passengers glanced more than he could.

It was as if the entire cabin had been hypnotized collectively, and everyone lost their minds and consciousness, sitting or standing in a daze.

The mouths of the standing passengers were still spitting out a steady stream of white filaments, which fell to the ground one by one, and then disappeared without a trace.

Those white filaments are probably the initiator of this situation, but Mingchuan doesn't know what those filaments are, where they come from, and how they do these things.

Because of the ghost qi in the outside world, Ming Chuan couldn't move, and he had to keep his palms close to the ground to transmit his energy. He couldn't get up and get a closer look at the standing passengers.

But he soon realized that he didn't need to stand to see the thin white lines up close.

Ming Chuan saw that at some point, the ground was already covered with those strange white lines. It's like a clump of entangled white roundworms, rolling and wriggling on the ground, climbing on top of each other, and moving around.

The white lines that were thought to disappear when they landed did not actually disappear, but only disappeared the moment they landed, and when they were revealed, they were already covering every corner of the cabin.

Ming Chuan found that he was already surrounded by these thin white lines.

Before he could come back to his senses, Shi Qing's sharp exclamation came from the direction of the cockpit, and then, the entire plane shook as if it had hit some obstacle.