This time the shaking did not last, it only shook once and then stopped, but the shaking was so large that Ming Chuan, who was half-kneeling on one knee, crashed into the seat next to him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He touched his sore shoulder with his right hand and turned his head to look at the cockpit behind him with a grin.

It didn't matter, he felt his liver tremble.

Li Ruyao and Shi Qing were in a mess in the cockpit, and from Ming Chuan's point of view, Li Ruyao's face could be seen, and it was easy to find that the flight attendant was in the same state as the passengers in the cabin, she had lost her mind and was manipulated by those strange white lines.

As a powerful ghost, Shi Qing will be suppressed by a ** longitudinal human, this guy is inevitably too useless.

Ming Chuan could only see the back of Shi Qing's head, so he didn't see the scene where he was attacked by those white lines.

The fight between Shi Qing and Li Ruyao was not the reason for Ming Chuan's fear.

Behind Shi Qing and Li Ruyao, in the driver's seat, the other two people also fought together.

The co-pilot who was bitten by Li Ruyao was also like Li Ruyao at this time, his eyes were dilated, his expression was hideous, his mouth was flowing with white silk threads, and his face was full of blood on the captain's body, and he pinched the captain's neck hard.

"Damn!" Ming Chuan scolded and said to Ying Lan, "Go and save the captain." ”

Ying Lan listened to the order, and as soon as his body twisted into a black shadow, he immediately rushed over, dexterously past Li Ruyao and Shi Qing, like a black python directly entangled the injured co-pilot.

Ying Lan's strength was extremely great, and with a flick of the flowing tail, he threw the co-pilot onto the windshield of the bridge. And the moment the other party fell after hitting the glass, he retracted his tail, avoided the impact with the console, and threw it directly to the door of the cockpit, and collided with Shi Qing and Li Ruyao, who were entangled there.

The captain sat up straight while touching his neck, and he didn't have time to ask why the co-pilot suddenly went crazy, so he hurriedly operated in front of the console.

Ming Chuan was slightly relieved to see that Ying Lan was temporarily stabilized over there.

But before he could relax, his state became more severe.

The passengers remained unmoved, like controlled stone sculptures, looking lifeless.

But the white lines that kept pouring out of their mouths were writhing wildly on the ground, and they were surrounding Mingchuan little by little.

After only a few moments, Mingchuan found himself surrounded by those white lines.

The white threads that were tangled and piled up were so high that they almost reached his knees.

The white threads that piled up and wriggled together were like piles of maggots, and it was unusually disgusting to look at.

Mingchuan knew that this thing was more than just disgusting.

He couldn't move now, he could only stare at the piles of "bugs" in front of him, like white seawater, slowly surging towards him.

Ming Chuan bared his teeth and cursed in his heart.

If he wanted to avoid these things, he would have to withdraw his energy supply to the circle and concentrate on the situation at hand.

Just thinking about the supply of energy, Ming Chuan suddenly realized that his physical state was also a little strange.

The tiredness and tingling that were originally caused by the supply of energy have completely disappeared at this time. Originally, he thought that his attention was distracted by the passengers and the white line, and he ignored the feelings inside his body for a while. But when he shifted his attention to his body, he also lost the unbearable stinging sensation of pain just now.

The supply of energy has not decreased compared to before, and the magic circle is still constantly absorbing the ghost energy in his body, and the speed has increased instead of decreasing. At the same time, without his deliberate suppression and control, the ghost qi in his body is also growing continuously. He felt his body like a compression pump, pumping water from one side and pumping it out from the other.

The growth and outflow of ghost energy gave him an extremely distinct feeling. He can clearly perceive the trajectory of each wisp of ghost qi flowing in his body, and he can clearly perceive where each wisp of ghost qi is formed in his body, how it flows in his body after it is formed, and how it is attracted by the magic circle and flows out of his body.

The pinprick pain was gone, replaced by an indescribably strange sensation.

Ming Chuan tried to concentrate his consciousness on the ghost qi in his body and regain control of the ghost qi.

His attempt went smoothly and he ran into no obstacles.

He first tried to curb the output of ghost qi, and the speed of ghost qi output slowed down significantly.

The beams of light in the surrounding circles dimmed.

The ghost qi from the outside world was obviously suppressed towards the fuselage, and the small fragment of consciousness that Ming Chuan separated suddenly felt an obvious impact.

At the same time, Ming Chuan felt that the growth rate of the ghost qi in his body had also slowed down correspondingly.

Then, Ming Chuan tried to speed up the output of the ghost qi, so that the speed of the ghost qi flowing towards the magic circle was faster than before, and correspondingly, the growth of the ghost qi became faster.

After trying this several times, both the degree of control he had over the ghost qi and the speed at which it grew were the same as he expected.

It seems that there is a play.

The corners of Ming Chuan's mouth hooked into a smile. Although he was now almost overwhelmed by the disgusting white threads, his expression became very relaxed.

It would have been nice to have a cigarette lit up, but unfortunately I didn't have it with me when I boarded the plane.

Mingchuan sighed and suppressed the thought of smoking.

He pressed his palms tightly against the ground, and at this time he was completely covered by the wriggling white threads, which looked like a raised hillock, motionless, and the thin white worm-like threads kept rolling down from him, and at the same time they kept climbing towards him. The bulging white "hill" grew higher and higher, and soon the shape of his body was invisible, and only a high spired "hillside" remained.

The insect-like thin threads seemed to be injected with hormones, and they were surging towards Mingchuan more and more excitedly. And the wide open mouths of those standing passengers gushed more and more thin lines.

Ming Chuan didn't move like a lifeless sculpture, letting the thin threads swarm and crawl all over every part of his body.

He was patient, enduring the sticky feeling of those weird "bugs" climbing and squirming on his body, enduring the suffocation feeling after his mouth and nose were stuffed, and enduring the coldness and oppression that were different from the ghostly energy.

He tried his best to concentrate his consciousness on the ghost qi in his body, ignoring the discomfort on his body, and putting all his body and mind on the control of the ghost qi in his body.

The sticky "bugs" climbed on him, getting colder and heavier on his body.

Not yet, it's still a little bit closer, and we have to keep it up a little longer.