"Master Qi?"

"Master Qi?!"

Zhao Zhicheng knew that Qi Yan and Cen Baihe had a personal relationship, and the relationship was very good, otherwise the Cen family would not have been so warm and friendly to Qi Yan. Now seeing Qi Yan's pale face and a completely unrelieved look, he explained very worriedly, "Master Qi, don't worry too much, we have received news that the robbers have been controlled, and a passenger on the plane was injured, but there are doctors in the visiting group, and the wounds of the injured have been treated urgently, and there should not be life-threatening injuries." ”

"Who was hurt?" Qi Yan walked around the house twice, "Will anyone on the plane defuse the bomb?" ”

"It's not clear yet," Zhao Zhicheng shook his head, "Our department is not responsible for this work, and this matter has a great social impact, so the news will not be disclosed to the public for the time being." ”

Qi Yan's mind was a little confused, he put his butt on the chair, and his right hand unconsciously buckled the corner of the table, "Before the robber was caught, he didn't make any requests?" ”

Zhao Zhicheng shook his head silently.

It's not scary to make a request, but it's scary that the other party doesn't ask for it, which means that the other party doesn't plan to live and doesn't have what they want to get.

Qi Yan took two deep breaths: "Captain Zhao, I want to ask you to help me do a few things." ”

Zhao Zhicheng nodded without hesitation at the moment: "You say." ”

"You help me prepare an altar on the top floor, I don't have enough time now, it's good to have a sacrificial table and an incense burner," Qi Yan pulled his hair, "Please." ”

"Okay." Zhao Zhicheng was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked his teammates to help prepare things. The situation of their department is special, and all these things that Qi Yan needs are ready-made, so they are all set up quickly.

Qi Yan washed his hands and face in the copper basin, wiped his hands with a white cotton cloth, and walked to the altar. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhicheng prepared more things than he imagined, in addition to incense burners and candles, there were also sacrificial offerings, yellow brocade tablecloth covered table, the table was made of pure logs, and Taoist scriptures were carved on it, exuding a strong aura.

It's a good thing for years.

"Master Qi," Zhao Zhicheng endured for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Pray for blessings," Qi Yan took out a stack of rune paper, put a handful of rice into the bowl, and turned to Zhao Zhicheng and a few other members of the special group who came up and said, "In ancient times, emperors and nobles often asked the mage to set up altars, seeking the blessing of the heavens, and protecting the water, soil and people. ”

"But that wasn't the people seeking psychological ......comfort at that time" Xiang Qiang in the corner hadn't finished speaking, when he saw Qi Yan looking over here, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

"You're right," Qi Yan smiled, "I'm just asking for psychological comfort." ”

It's not that the people in the special group haven't seen other masters set up altars, but they have never seen anyone who has caused such a big commotion after setting up the altar. After Qi Yan threw out the first handful of rice, the wind began to rise on the roof of the building, which was originally just a breeze, but as Qi Yan's scriptures became more and more urgent, the wind became stronger and stronger.

Swish.

Sheets of yellow rune paper were rolled into the air, swirling and flying in the wind, and they gradually joined together, like flying dragons tumbling in the clouds.

"Captain, what is this?" Xiang Qiang held the book in front of his eyes, so as not to blow the wind and sand into his eyes, he rubbed to Zhao Zhicheng's side, looked at the yellow dragon flying in the air, and muttered for a long time, "Am I still dreaming?" ”

Zhao Zhicheng didn't bother with him now, he just looked at Qi Yan in a daze, with irrepressible ecstasy in his expression.

"Please the gods of the eight directions, bless this person to be safe." Qi Yan held a piece of red paper in his hand, on which Cen Baihe's name and birth date were written, he looked at the flying yellow dragon, gritted his teeth, and threw the red paper out.

The red paper is constantly floating in the air, like a duckweed without roots, which cannot be implemented.

"I beg the gods of the eight directions, bless this person to be safe!" Qi Yan took a deep look, and the red paper shook in the air, but it still floated like a headless fly.

"Qi Yan, the twenty-third generation head of Tianyimen, sacrifices his blood and purple qi to the gods of the eight directions, and bless this person to be safe and sound!" Qi Yan bit his index finger, flicked his finger, and the blood beads mixed with merit and purple qi fell onto the floating red paper.

Suddenly, an ethereal roar sounded, like a dragon roaring and like a phoenix, the yellow dragon hovering in the air bowed his head and swallowed the red paper into his mouth, and in an instant the yellow dragon burned into a fire dragon, and the ashes after burning were swept into the air, and then disappeared.

The wind stopped suddenly, and all the visions on the rooftops disappeared without a trace.

Qi Yan clutched his chest, at this time his heart was like a fire for a while, and it was like an ice cave for a while, these two kinds of alternating pain had made him forget the pain of his index finger being bitten.

He still remembers that when he was twelve years old, he found a dilapidated and broken book in the master's room, which talked about various ways to pray to the heavens.

Master said, "Although they are cultivators, they are human beings after all." There are only three things to be a human being, and the same is true for praying to God.

To this day, he still remembers that the master said in a sad tone: "Who else can really seek God now?" ”

"Poof!" Qi Yan spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and a smile appeared on his face.

What you can't do, old man, I did.

On the plane, everyone was still nervously rummaging for the traces of the bomb, but they found nothing. The captain who was tied to his seat watched them look nervous to desperate, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, like a long-starving man who was about to wait for his long-awaited meal, and his face twisted with excitement.

"Don't die anymore, we are so close to the sky now, and we will be able to go to heaven after death, away from the noise and sin of mortal worlds, how beautiful is this?" He grinned and said, "Even if you land at the nearest airport now, it will take at least an hour and a half, and you won't be in time." ”

He looked at the angry people with smug faces, "Anger, weep, and then welcome your death." ”

"Shut up!" A woman in high heels was too lazy to listen to nonsense, raised her leg and kicked him under the lower abdomen, and the captain wailed, looked at the woman who kicked him with an expression of pain and excitement, and laughed maniacally.

The woman raised her eyebrows: "You can laugh if you can't kick here." ”

The men on the plane couldn't help but clench their legs at such a tense moment. What surprised them even more was that the captain reacted very much to the woman's words, he twisted his neck, stared at blood-red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You lowly and dirty woman, what qualifications do you have to talk about me?" ”

There was a deep contempt in his eyes, just like the ancient nobles looking at slaves, looking high. He looked down on men, despised women, and felt that he was the master of these people.

At this time, if it weren't for everyone's rush to find the bomb, this man would probably have been beaten into meat sauce.

"Stupid." The woman felt that it was pointless for her to argue with a madman about such a matter, and after giving the man another kick, she turned to look for the bomb and did not look at him again.

But the captain couldn't stand being scolded by others for being stupid, he kept struggling in the chair, and even yelled, but no one looked at him and no one paid attention to him. This is even more unbearable for him than others scolding him and beating him.

These people should be angry and crying, why would they ignore him?! Why?!

"Women, I really can't be offended," the psychologist whispered beside Cen Baihe, "My wife is also this kind of pungent character, if I can't go back this time, I don't know who can stand her nagging and pungent character." ”

His words were full of complaints, but Cen Baihe could hear that he couldn't let go of his wife in his heart, otherwise his tone would not be full of worry.

"We'll get to the ground safely," Cen said in a firm tone, "even for the sake of those who are waiting for us to go back." His gaze swept over the cabin, and as he swept over a certain seat, his back went cold, as if he heard a dragon's groan.

Turning his head suddenly, he saw only the faces of the others who were holding back fear, no one playing with electronics, and no strange sounds coming from him.

He strode over to the edge of the seat, which was still stained with blood, where the man who had been wounded by a gun at the airport had been sitting. He searched around the seat and found nothing suspicious.

He opened the salute rack above, and there was only a notebook carrying case inside, which was what the injured man had brought on the plane.

"Five Shao," Huang He squeezed to Cen Baihe's side, seeing that he was looking at a notebook carrying bag, "I'll take it down." ”

"Lighten up, I suspect the bomb is in there."

Cen Baihe didn't speak loudly, but at this moment, everyone on the plane turned their eyes to him, and then looked at the luggage rack. They checked all the nooks and crannies, not even the life jacket oxygen inhaler, and the only thing they didn't suspect was what everyone had brought with them.

For a while, everyone became nervous.

"Let me come," a middle-aged man in a military uniform strode over and said to Cen Baihe and Huang He, "I used to do bomb disposal work, you two stand farther away." ”

The Yellow River went to see Cen Baihe, Cen Baihe thought for a while, and then nodded. Let professional people deal with professional problems, so as not to hold everyone back. He took a few steps back with Huang He, who stopped in front of him with another bodyguard.

The middle-aged man carefully took down the carrying bag, opened the carrying bag and saw that the bomb they couldn't find was really inside.

The bomb was small, looking no bigger than an adult's fist, but it was not small. As soon as it exploded, the walls would crack, and even if they could avoid the bombs, they wouldn't have been able to prevent the plane from being damaged in flight.

"It's □□," the middle-aged man's face was sweaty, "but it's still a relatively old-fashioned kind, and I can't take it apart by technique." ”

"What then?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly: "There are still twenty-one minutes before the bomb explodes, and the location of the plane is over the territorial waters of our country." Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly, "At least when the plane explodes, the wreckage will not hit the innocent people on land." ”

There was a dead silence in the cabin.

The middle-aged man pointed to four leads of the same color, "Choose one of the four, we have a twenty-five percent chance of surviving, who will decide?" ”