At half past one in the morning, it was finally time to start boarding. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The four of them were taking a plane for the first time, Feng Xiaotian and the scholar looked calm, Yu Hong looked a little dodgy, and the passengers next to him looked sideways from time to time, as if they were looking at fugitives.

Feng Jin was also a little nervous in his heart, he was not afraid of other people's jokes when he said it, he had never even taken a plane after living for more than 20 years, and this time he finally had the capital to brag.

The process of taking off is very short, and the feeling of weightlessness makes Feng Jin a little uncomfortable, on the other hand, Feng Xiaotian and the scholar are like a boss who often takes planes, and the scholar also asks the flight attendant for drinks from time to time, and by the way, a few jokes are teasing, which makes the little girl's face blush.

Feng Jin shook his head, the scholar looked like a middle-aged artist, maybe he was handsome and familiar with ancient culture, and the temperament of the whole person was completely different from the middle-aged uncles with fat heads and big ears around him.

One of the advantages of the early morning flight is that it is quiet, everyone will close their eyes and sleep after sitting down, the wind remembers that it was not the same at all when I used to take the train, no matter what time it was full of people, it was still noisy at three or four o'clock in the morning, the aisle was full of people, not to mention, and the attendants who sold things back and forth, and woke people up every time they passed.

However, he used to be a poor ghost, and he could only take the train when he went far away, and his living expenses would be wasted for a few months after a plane trip, so Feng Jin would not be idle to experience this.

However, there is a reason why it is expensive, not to mention the fast speed, at least the passengers around are self-aware.

Based on his previous experience in taking trains, he thinks that passengers can be roughly divided into the following categories.

The most awesome people in China are in the hard-seat carriage, among them are big bosses, national insiders, relatives of leaders, former royal nobles, these people speak the loudest, for fear that others will not know their awesome identity, intentionally or unintentionally reveal their awesome background, such as drinking tea with a certain leader today, which leader to eat with tomorrow, in short, it sounds like the posture of the upper class. A little less in the hard sleeper, they have big business, know provincial leaders, and have intimate relationships with all kinds of awesome; Again, some of them are in the soft sleeper, they are generally some white-collar workers, intellectuals, all kinds of professional and technical personnel, and the level of the bullet train is about the same; The economy class of the plane is generally some financial migrant workers, business managers, self-employed people, etc.; The worst are the first class people on the plane, they don't speak, they just read books or newspapers, and if you ask them what they do, they usually say do whatever they do.

The few people around were still relatively quiet, and Feng Jin's eyelids were together after a few fights, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

There are more things on the scholar's side, maybe the scholar's mouth is poorer, and the middle-aged fat man sitting next to him had a little conflict, and the two began to fight there, but the fat man was the scholar's opponent, and he was so angry that his face was red and red, and his eyes glared at the scholar but couldn't help him.

A cold smile appeared on the scholar's face, which stimulated the middle-aged fat man sitting next to him, and he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight.

At this time, it was early in the morning, most of the passengers on the plane had fallen asleep, and the middle-aged fat man couldn't take care of his personal image, and scolded "!" I'll you today! ”

The second half of the sentence was obviously cut off, the voice suddenly became smaller, the middle-aged fat man looked at the scholar with round eyes, this person stretched out his hand and made himself speechless, his neck seemed to be choked by an invisible force, and he thought he had seen a ghost, and he was almost scared to pee on the spot.

The scholar snorted coldly, then let go of his hand, and the middle-aged fat man obediently covered his neck and retracted back to his seat, never daring to look at the scholar again.

"Don't think you're great." The scholar warned softly.

The middle-aged fat man's eyes were full of fear, and at this moment, the scholar in his eyes was tantamount to a demon king of the mixed world who only existed in legends.

Calm finally returned to the cabin, as if nothing had happened.

"If you make such a big move, aren't you afraid that others will see it?" Feng Xiaotian asked.

The scholar turned his head and smiled at him: "It's just boring to have some fun, and besides, I have already laid an enchantment around me just now, and no one can see me make a move except him, even if I kill him on the spot, everyone present will think that he strangled himself." ”

Feng Xiaotian closed his eyes and said: "This time, you should keep a low profile, don't look for trouble, the purpose of our trip is to invite Mu Xindao people to go down the mountain, and don't get involved in other things." ”

The scholar said a little helplessly: "Okay then, I'll sleep now." ”

The cabin suddenly became quieter, and there was no noise except for the breathing of passengers. Feng Xiaotian has been paying attention to a person at the back of the cabin, this person has never moved since he got on the plane, and it seems very abrupt to sit there quietly like this.

Feng Xiaotian was very puzzled, if this person slept as soon as he got on the plane, it would not be that he would not move his fingers, Feng Xiaotian still suspected that this person was a dead man.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, Feng Xiaotian pretended to go to the toilet, and deliberately went around to the rear of the cabin to look at the man, his face seemed to be covered by something, and his facial expression was all covered by this layer of things.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked, this person was killed as soon as he got on the plane, who did it?

When he first got on the plane, there was a surge of people, and he didn't pay much attention to how this person died, what made Feng Xiaotian puzzled was that the murderer's modus operandi was very peculiar, which was to block the face of the deceased with such a mass of things that ordinary people could not see, so that he could suffocate to death, so vicious means!

After Feng Xiaotian finished going to the toilet, he pretended to be casual and hurriedly returned to his seat, and secretly used his divine sense to sweep the passengers in the cabin, but he didn't find anything abnormal, which made him feel a little puzzled, and he was able to avoid his divine sense, which showed that this murderer was not an ordinary person.

Since he is not an ordinary person, he is a cultivator, I don't know what the relationship between this dead person and the murderer is, if the murderer is a cultivator who cultivates evil arts, and improves his cultivation by killing people, then he will definitely strike again.

Feng Xiaotian felt that since the matter had already been encountered by himself, there was no reason to sit idly by, the murderer was simply rampant, and he was not afraid of being discovered if he openly killed people on the plane, and ordinary people could not find out about the modus operandi, but unfortunately he didn't know that there were cultivators like Feng Xiaotian sitting on the plane.

The scholar didn't sleep from beginning to end, Feng Xiaotian's behavior just now fell into his eyes, he immediately realized something, glanced at Feng Xiaotian, and there was a lot of information in his eyes. Feng Xiaotian nodded, and said with a voice transmission technique: "There are evil cultivators here, let's be careful." ”

"What are you afraid of, there are a lot of us!" The scholar laughed.