"I see." An Qingyu seemed to understand something, and nodded, "Then what are you going to do next?" "

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "I have a plan, but before that, I have to deal with the people in this first-class cabin first." "

"Processing?" An Qingyu raised her eyebrows, "You night watchmen, still doing this kind of thing?" "

"…… I mean, let them close their eyes and mouths for a while so that they don't make unnecessary noise. Lin Qiye said helplessly.

"Oh, that's easy to do."

An Qingyu turned around, his eyes were dyed with a strange light, and the next moment the passengers in the first-class cabin were slightly shocked and completely fainted.

"Mind Control Forbidden Ruins?" Lin Qiye nodded, "When you went to steal those three corpses, you also confused the forensic doctor like this, right?" "

An Qingyu smiled a little shyly.

Lin Qiye turned his head to look at the curtain and said calmly, "It's my turn next......

……

Inside the cab.

The two pilots were sitting in the driver's seat with blank eyes, mechanically controlling the instruments in their hands, causing the entire plane to hover at a low altitude.

Inside the radio, calls from the ground continued to sound, but there was no response.

"Call XXXX, this is the ground command, please return immediately, repeat, please return immediately......"

Bang——!!

A gunshot rang out, and the radio burst out with a few sparks, and the sound was distorted a few times, and finally disappeared completely.

The tavern owner fiddled with the gun in his hand, sat on the floor of the cab as if no one was around, yawning profusely, and across from him was Wen Qimo, whose limbs were nailed to the wall of the cab.

"It's noisy, isn't it?" The tavernkeeper smiled.

Wen Qimo frowned, glanced at the tavern owner, and then at the ten-cut ghost boy who was standing in front of him with a short knife and smiling, and said calmly:

"There's no point in you doing this, it's just a small plane, even if you sacrifice me and the entire crew of the plane, your soul won't be enough to complete the ceremony."

"Yes, it's not enough." The tavern owner nodded, casually withdrew the magazine from the gun, and reloaded it again, like a middle-aged man who was idle and panicking, "But what if you add the people on the ground?" "

Wen Qimo's face was slightly gloomy, "You want this plane to crash into a residential area?" Are you crazy?! "

"It is their honor to sacrifice their lives and souls in order to revive the great [Bell Crane]." The tavernkeeper reached out and gently rubbed the palm-sized crystal ball beside him, which was sealed with a bug the size of a thumb nail, motionless as if dead.

The tavernkeeper's eyes were full of adoration and fanaticism as he looked at the bug.

"[Bell Crane]?" Wen Qimo was slightly stunned when he heard this name, "That bug? "

The reason why Wen Qimo was so surprised was not because of the bug itself, but because of its name, Bell Crane...... This is the name of the West, and the countries of the West were swallowed up by the fog a hundred years ago.

"Bugs?" The tavernkeeper's face changed, he slowly stood up, put the muzzle of the gun on Wen Qimo's chin, and said solemnly, "The great [Bell Crane] is a powerful mystery from the Western Mist!" The master of desire and spirit! In its heyday, it could kill an entire city in ten minutes!

With such a mighty existence, how could you, a little night watchman, be defiled? "

Wen Qimo looked at the tavern owner calmly, "It's just a dying insect that escaped from the Western Mist, and it also deserves the word 'great'?" "

The tavernkeeper's eyes erupted with endless anger, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against Wen Qimo's chin, as if he was about to pull the trigger in the next moment.

After a moment, he slowly lowered the gun and said with a sneer: "Very good, you want to provoke me in this way and ruin the ceremony...... You have a kind. "

The tavern owner walked over to the two pilots and glanced down to confirm that the plane had flown within range of the target, a cold smile on his lips.

3:29 a.m.

"Let's start cutting off his fingers slowly...... Slow down the process and make him feel more pain! The tavern owner turned around and said to the ten-cut ghost boy who was standing in front of Wen Qimo and was eager to try.

The ten-cut ghost boy instantly became excited, his thin arm clenched the short knife, and he gestured it on Wen Qimo's fingers, his eyes full of obsession.

Wen Qimo slowly closed his eyes, "It's a pity that your ritual is not destined to succeed." "

"Oh?" The tavernkeeper raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to kill yourself?" Hehe, now that your limbs have been completely sealed, unless you have poison hidden in your mouth, it is impossible to succeed in suicide, don't try to do something stupid like biting your tongue and killing yourself, that way, you can't die at all. "

"I didn't think about suicide." Wen Qimo shook his head, "I just trust my teammates. "

"Teammates? Hahahaha......" The tavern owner couldn't help but laugh, "Those idiots, who are still stupidly waiting on the ground for me to kill people in the community, who will come to save you?" "

"Really?" A smile appeared on the corner of Wen Qimo's mouth.

The next moment, a touch of extreme darkness spread out from the wall behind him, instantly enveloping his entire body, and the four iron nails that penetrated his body trembled slightly, and then automatically popped out!

The four blood spikes spun around in mid-air and shot at the tavernkeeper like lightning!

When the tavern owner saw this strange scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly opened his body sideways, but the space in the cab was not large, and there were a large number of equipment blocking it, and after he dodged three iron nails in a row, he was still pierced into the center of his eyebrows by the last iron nail and fell to the ground violently.

Wen Qimo, who had lost the support of the iron nails, fell directly to the ground, and the blood of his hands and feet flowed out, and at the same time, the ten-cut ghost boy who was about to cut his fingers beside him was stunned, and he waved a short knife to slash his hand.

Dididi, the password is correct!

At this moment, the combination lock of the cab was opened, and a frost long sword poked out from behind the door, steadily holding the short knife of the Ten Cut Ghost Boy.

An Qingyu, who was wearing a hood, shrouded his entire face in shadows, and with a flick of his wrist, he took a few steps back from the skinny ten-cut ghost boy, who stared at him vigilantly, baring his teeth.

Lin Qiye walked to Wen Qimo's side, and with a sweep of his mental power, he completely explored his injury, the wound was relatively deep, but it was not fatal, but he did not have the ability to move in a short period of time.

"I'm fine." Wen Qimo grinned in pain, gritted his teeth and smiled, his eyes fell on the hooded figure, "That is ......"

"A friend, kind of helper I've invited." Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment and said.

An Qingyu raised her eyebrows, lowered her voice and said, "Since you are a helper, you have to be paid, right?" "

Lin Qiye stood up, glanced at the ten-cut ghost boy and the worm in the crystal, and said calmly:

"These two bodies, one for each person."