Song Wanchun led me through the departure hall, and from a distance, I saw that a business jet had already stopped in the take-off area.

Soon, we sat down in the cabin, and with a loud roar, the business plane rose into the air and flew in the direction of the capital.

In the cabin, I sat by the porthole, looking at the white clouds outside, uncertain.

Song Wanchun sat across from me, trying to talk to me from time to time, and I responded to him in the shortest language, lukewarmly.

This guy killed Jin Moyan at a critical moment, but I haven't forgotten it.

I knew in my heart that he and we couldn't be on the same front, so naturally I didn't bother to pay too much attention to it.

Song Wanchun's bodyguards sat not far behind me, sitting upright one by one, staring at me fiercely.

As if I was afraid that I would jump out of the plane and run away.

Song Wanchun wanted to inquire about some news of the Yin Yang Association from me, but seeing that I had always remained cold, I couldn't find out useful information, so I had to give up.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the plane passed through the troposphere and maintained a constant speed, and according to the current speed, it would take less than three hours to reach the capital.

Seeing that it was still early, I folded my arms and closed my eyes slightly, intending to rest for a while.

But suddenly, with a loud click, the plane began to jolt violently.

I opened my eyes suddenly, only to see that it was already dark outside the window, as if in an instant, from day to midnight.

The thick lightning swept in front of the eyes, like a chaotic electric current, dazzling to look at!

Bursts of thunder sounded in my ears, and every thunder caused the plane to tremble violently, like a ship in a stormy wave.

Such a violent thunderstorm is likely to cause the plane to fall out of control, and may even disintegrate in the air!

Song Wanchun's face turned pale with fright, and he saw him squatting on the ground, clutching the armrest of the seat, and shouting incessantly at the cockpit.

A few bodyguards were also shaking violently at this time, and they didn't care about spying on me at all.

I didn't panic, I just sat down in my seat and held the bag tightly.

I have already made up my mind in my heart, if the plane disintegrates in the air, I will hide directly in the Yin and Yang Road World of the Qiankun Bag.

It was a world of another dimension, and even if the plane exploded, it would not affect that space.

As for Song Wanchun and these people, I don't have the slightest affection for them, so naturally I don't need to rescue them.

However, I underestimated the pilot's skill, and after some emergency maneuvering, the plane actually passed through the thunderstorm turbulence and entered safe airspace.

Whew—

Seeing that the plane had passed through the thunderstorm area and had stabilized, Song Wanchun couldn't help but let out a long breath and collapsed to the ground.

"How can this be ......"

He muttered, "Before we set off, we had already planned our flight route, how could there be a sudden thunderstorm?" ”

I said lightly: "The hundred-year catastrophe is coming, and the visions of heaven and earth are frequent, which is not an incomprehensible thing. ”

Song Wanchun was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that I was still sitting in his seat, he suddenly realized that he was embarrassed.

He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and sat down across from me again.

"It is really admirable that Mr. Cheng can still survive such a crisis."

"By the way, when it comes to the Hundred Years Tribulation, I don't know what Mr. Cheng thinks?"

"What do you think?"

Song Wanchun explained: "After the Hundred Years of Tribulation comes, the evil ghosts of the Yin Cao and the Death God of the Wasteland will come to the world and harm one party. ”

"In addition, we get the information, and the overseas immortals will also stick in the cross, and then the Yang World will be attacked by the enemy, isolated, and in an extremely dangerous situation."

"I don't know, does Mr. Cheng have any good way to help Yang Shi survive the catastrophe?"

I shook my head directly: "There is no good way. ”

"If we want to survive the catastrophe, we can only save ourselves."

"As long as hundreds of millions of people can unite as one, I believe that whether it is the evil ghosts of the Yin Cao, the Death God of the Wasteland, or the overseas immortals, there is nothing to fear."

Song Wanchun pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "You said it lightly......"

"I've heard that those Grim Reapers, who are in the Endless Wasteland, have strange shapes and powerful strengths, and they are not at all existences that humans can compete with."

"Coupled with the assistance of the Yin Cao Demons and overseas immortals, I am afraid that the human race will face the danger of extinction......"

I glanced at him, "What do you mean by Lord Song?" ”

"I think that we may not have to shout and kill those monsters, we can communicate with each other, they want to occupy the Yang World, and they don't necessarily have to kill all the humans."

"As long as some concessions can be made, perhaps, the two sides can also find a basis for coexistence......

After the thunderstorm just now, Song Wanchun was not as arrogant as before at this time, but said with some muttering.

"You mean, let the humans surrender without a fight?"

My pupils shrank suddenly, and an invisible murderous aura spread out in an instant.

Song Wanchun trembled with fright, and quickly explained: "I, I didn't mean that, I just ......"

"Whether it's a Yin Cao evil ghost, a wasteland god of death, or an overseas immortal, it doesn't belong to this world in the first place, why should I give up my own hot land?"

"Even if human beings make compromises and gain the right to live by surrendering and making concessions, they can only be second-class citizens under the rule of those monsters."

"In this way, hundreds of millions of our people will inevitably live under the oppression of the dark day, and there will never be a day when they will come out."

"Lord Song, no matter what you say, you can be regarded as an official high-level figure, how can you be cowardly before you fight, and grow up to be majestic!"

My words were unceremonious, mixed with a release of energy.

The oppressed Song Wanchun and the bodyguards couldn't even lift their heads.

Listening to my reprimand, Song Wanchun's face was red and his neck was thick, and he couldn't even speak.

"I hope this is just your momentary remark, not an official attitude!"

Leaving this sentence, I turned my head to look out the window and ignored Song Wanchun.

My hand just now made Song Wanchun also realize my means, although his face was full of resentment, he didn't say anything after all.

However, Song Wanchun is the representative of the Inspector General, and his statement just now also made me realize that this is very likely to be the attitude of the Inspector General in the face of the century-old catastrophe.

If the official leadership is such a capitulation faction, then I don't think I need to participate in this imperial meeting, and I don't even need to continue to cooperate with the government.

During the rest of the flight, Song Wanchun didn't dare to bother me anymore, and there was a rare silence in the cabin.

One hour later, the plane finally landed at the Beijing airport.

Walking out of the waiting room, a jeep with a military license plate was already waiting outside.