"I see." An Qingyu seemed to understand something and nodded. "So, what are you planning to do next?"
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "I have a plan, but before that, we need to deal with the people in first class."
"Handle it?" An Qingyu raised an eyebrow. "You Night Watchmen do this kind of thing?"
"...What I mean is, let them keep their eyes and mouths shut for now, so as not to make any unnecessary noise," Lin Qiye said helplessly.
"Oh, that makes things easier."
An Qingyu turned around, her eyes filled with an eerie light. The next moment, the passengers in the first-class cabin shuddered and completely fainted.
"A forbidden realm of mind control?" Lin Qiye nodded. "When you stole those three corpses, you used the same method to deceive the forensic doctor, didn't you?"
An Qingyu smiled shyly.
Lin Qiye turned to look at the curtain and calmly said, "Next, it's my turn..."
...
Inside the driver's cab.
The two pilots sat blankly in the cockpit, mechanically operating the instruments in their hands, causing the entire aircraft to hover at low altitude.
Inside the radio station, calls from the ground continued to ring, but there was no response.
"Calling XXXX, this is ground command. Please return to base immediately. Repeat, please return to base immediately..."
Bang—!!
A gunshot rang out, sparks flew from the radio, the sound distorted a few times, and then disappeared completely.
The tavern owner casually fiddled with the gun in his hand, sitting on the floor of the driver's cab as if no one else was around, and yawned widely. Opposite him was Wen Qimo, whose limbs were nailed to the wall of the driver's cab.
"It's noisy, isn't it?" The tavern owner chuckled.
Wen Qimo frowned, glanced at the tavern owner, then at the grinning Ten-Cut Ghost Child standing before him with a short sword, and calmly spoke:
"What you're doing is pointless. This is just a small plane. Even if you sacrifice me and all the passengers on board, your souls won't be enough to complete the ritual."
"That's right, it's definitely not enough." The tavern owner nodded, casually removing the magazine from the gun and then putting it back in, like a middle-aged man with nothing better to do. "But what if we add the people on the ground?"
Wen Qimo's expression darkened slightly. "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 Crand]." The tavern owner stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the palm-sized crystal ball beside him. Inside the crystal ball was a worm the size of a thumbnail, motionless as if it were dead.
The tavern owner looked at the insect with eyes full of adoration and fanaticism.
"[Bell Crand]?" Wen Qimo paused slightly upon hearing the name. "That bug?"
Wen Qimo was so surprised not because of the insect itself, but because of its name, Bell Crand... This is a Western name, and the Western countries were swallowed up by the mist a hundred years ago.
"Insects?" The tavern owner's expression changed. He slowly stood up, pressed the gun to Wen Qimo's chin, and said seriously, "The great [Bell Crand] is a powerful and mysterious being from the Western Mist! The master of desire and spirit! In its prime, it can make the entire city kill each other within ten minutes!"
"How could someone with such immense power be defiled by a mere Night's Watchman like yourself?"
Wen Qimo calmly looked at the tavern owner, "Just a dying little bug that escaped from the Western Mist, does it deserve the word 'great'?"
The tavern owner's eyes blazed with fury, the veins on his neck bulged, and the muzzle of his gun was pressed firmly against Wen Qimo's chin, as if he was about to pull the trigger at any moment.
A moment later, he slowly lowered his gun, and sneered, "Very well, trying to provoke me this way to disrupt the ceremony... You've got guts."
The tavern owner walked over to the two pilots, glanced down to confirm that the planes had reached the target area, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
3:29 AM.
"Start cutting off his fingers slowly... go slowly, let him feel more pain!" The tavern owner turned around and said to the Ten-Cut Ghost Child who was standing in front of Wen Qimo, eager to try.
The Ten-Cut Ghost Child instantly became excited, his thin arms gripping the short knife tightly, gesturing with Wen Qimo's fingers, his eyes filled with infatuation.
Wen Qimo slowly closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, your ritual is destined to fail."
"Oh?" The tavern owner raised an eyebrow. "You want to commit suicide? Heh, your limbs are completely bound now. Unless you've hidden poison in your mouth, there's no way you can succeed. Don't try to bite your tongue off like that; you won't die that way."
"I never thought about suicide," Wen Qimo shook his head. "I just trusted my teammates."
"Teammates? Hahahaha..." The tavern owner couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Those idiots are still lying on the ground, stupidly waiting for me to go kill people in the neighborhood. Who's going to come to save you?"
"Is that so?" A smile appeared on Wen Qimo's lips.
The next moment, an extreme darkness spread from the wall behind him, instantly enveloping his entire body. The four iron nails piercing his body trembled slightly and then popped out automatically!
The four blood nails changed direction in mid-air and shot towards the tavern owner like lightning!
Upon witnessing this bizarre scene, the tavern owner's pupils contracted sharply. He quickly dodged to the side, but the driver's cab was already small, and there was a lot of equipment blocking his way. After dodging three nails in succession, he was still pierced in the brow by the last nail and collapsed to the ground.
Without the iron nails to support his body, Wen Qimo fell directly to the ground, blood gushing from his hands and feet. At the same time, the Ten-Cut Ghost Child, who was about to cut off his finger, was stunned and raised his short knife to cut off his hand.
Beep beep beep, correct password!
Just then, the combination lock on the driver's cab was opened, and a frost-covered longsword emerged from behind the door, steadily blocking the Ten-Cut Demon Child's short sword.
Wearing a hood, An Qingyu's face was shrouded in shadow. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the skinny Ten-Cut Ghost Child staggering back several steps. The latter stared at him warily, baring his teeth.
Lin Qiye walked to Wen Qimo's side and scanned him with his spiritual power, which completely revealed his injuries. The wounds were quite deep, but not fatal; he was simply unable to move for a short period of time.
"I'm fine." Wen Qimo grimaced in pain, but still managed a forced smile as he looked at the hooded figure. "And who is that...?"
"A friend, someone I invited as a helper," Lin Qiye said after a moment's hesitation.
An Qingyu raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice, saying, "Since they're helping out, they should be paid, right?"
Lin Qiye stood up, glanced at the Ten Ghost Children and the insects in the crystal, and calmly spoke:
"Two corpses, one for each person."