Chapter 235 The Pious Lamb
inside the cabin.
The gust of wind rushed into the cockpit, and one pilot was lost. The other pilot who was mentally controlled was also unable to operate normally due to the wind, and the entire fuselage was bumped.
An Qingyu frowned slightly, and swung the frosty long sword in his hand away from the two ten-cut ghost boys, and stepped back to the broken glass, with his palm on the broken edge, and the frost froze the gap in the windshield, and the gust of wind in the cab stopped. down.
Swish——!
In this short moment, three ten-cut ghost boys jumped on his body, while smiling ferociously, they stabbed the dagger in his hand continuously into his body!
Blood spattered onto An Qingyu's glasses, not only did that fair face not feel any pain, but became more excited, and the long frost sword in his hand swung out like lightning, and directly chopped off the head of a ten-cut ghost boy!
\"Is the weakness in the neck and tailbone...\" The blood-stained lenses reflected white light, and the grayness in his eyes flashed, and he instantly understood the weakness of Shiche Guitong.
The sword light was flowing, and the cold air was overflowing. His black windbreaker was already full of blood, but his movements did not stop at all, like a tireless killing machine.
Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the time.
3:32 am.
Now the tavern owner is still fighting Lin Qiye outside the plane. If there is no accident, the ceremony should not be able to continue.
What no one noticed was that when it rolled into the crystal ball in the corner of the cockpit, the thumb-sized bug began to emit a faint red light...
At the same time, in the first class cabin.
Several passengers who were stunned by An Qingyu slowly opened their eyes, stood up mechanically, and walked towards a wall of the first-class cabin at the same time.
There was also a faint red light in their eyes.
A young man walked up to the wall and raised his hands dully. Several other people held down his limbs, lifted his body into the air, and lifted his feet off the ground.
A woman walked to the flight attendant's work area, took out a small knife from the drawer, returned to the first-class cabin, squatted down, and used the small knife in her hand to cut the young man's fingers bit by bit...
Just like that, the young man was pressed against the wall, looking forward blankly, like a pious lamb.
There was no screaming, no howling, no screaming, and the entire first-class cabin was dead silent.
...
ground.
The black van braked sharply at the gate of the community, Hongying easily jumped off the driver's seat, while Wu Xiangnan and Si Xiaonan walked forward staggeringly with expressions of death.
Wu Xiangnan looked up at the plane circling in the low sky, checked the time, and said:
\"At 3:33, it's time for the ceremony to begin.\"
Hongying sighed, \"I don't know what happened to Qiye.\"
\"Fortunately, he dragged the owner of the tavern.\" Leng Xuan's voice came from the headset.
Hongying was taken aback, \"How do you know?\"
Leng Xuan standing on the top of the building slowly put down the binoculars in his hand, \"Because they are fighting on the plane.\"
\"I know they're on the plane.\"
\"...Airplane, get on.\"
The three of Hongying were stunned for a moment, then looked up abruptly, the low-flying plane humming and passing over their heads, on the top of the plane, there seemed to be two figures fighting in the wind.
Hongying opened her mouth wide, her eyes full of shock.
\"Fuck... this is too fierce, right?!\"
...
Under the pitch-black sky, two figures stood on top of the plane. The city beneath them was shining brightly, like a neon monster crawling on the ground. In the ear, the humming plane engine was as deafening as the roar of a giant beast.
The howling wind made the dark red cloak flutter. Lin Qiye held two knives, the blades were already soaked in blood. With a random wave of his hand, the blood adhering to the knives fell into the dead city at his feet along with the strong wind. among.
Opposite him, the blood on the tavern owner's neck was rapidly healing.
This was Lin Qiye's sixth beheading. Before this, the tavern owner had experienced the feeling of decapitation five times in a row. Although his psychological quality has always been good, his face is extremely pale now. full of fear.
Having been beheaded six times by the same person, the peaceful face of the young man in front of him has become the nightmare of the tavern owner.
\"Damn it...Damn it!!\" Seeing Lin Qiye taking a step forward, the tavern owner subconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes full of anger and panic, raised his pistol, and pulled the trigger again.
He no longer dares to fight Lin Qiye in close quarters. Even though he possesses the elusive [Strange Silk], he usually claims to be a melee master, but in front of Lin Qiye, all this is like a joke.
Click -!
There was no bullet fired from the muzzle, and it made a weird noise as if it was jammed.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, and the darkness around him became thicker. The gun in the tavern owner's hand disintegrated in an instant, as if an invisible fast hand dismantled all its parts in an instant.
As long as it enters the range of the Darkest God Ruins, any hot weapon is like paper to Lin Qiye, unable to cause any harm to him.
\"Fuck!\" The tavern owner cursed angrily, and dropped the handle of the gun in his hand.
Lin Qiye shook his head secretly in his heart.
In terms of mental strength, the owner of the tavern should be in the "Sichuan" realm, but in the final analysis, he is just a fish that slipped through the net after accidentally awakening the Forbidden Ruins. Fighting skills or mentality are far from the normal "Sichuan" environment.
If it wasn't for his [Strange Silk], he would be a living target that can recover infinitely, without any aggressiveness at all.
With [Strange Silk], from the perspective of the danger of combat, he can indeed be regarded as barely entering the "Sichuan" realm, but these silk threads that cannot be discerned by the naked eye do not pose any threat to Lin Qiye at all.
As a result, he could only be abused by Lin Qiye, who was one level lower than him.
It is not so easy to kill the opponent after the abuse is over.
Under the horrified eyes of the tavern owner, Lin Qiye put the straight knife in his left hand into the sheath, and under the suspicious eyes of the other party, he stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void, and a gorgeous summoning circle appeared out of thin air.
When the magic light receded, a small mummy appeared in front of Lin Qiye. The moment he appeared, he was almost blown off the plane by the wind. Fortunately, Lin Qiye caught it in time.
The little mummy saw that she was at such a high altitude, her body trembled a little, and she quickly lay on the back of Lin Qiye, her two hands tightly wrapped around Lin Qiye's neck, as if she would not let go even if she was beaten to death.
Lin Qiye patted its head with a wry smile, turned to look at the tavern owner, the smile on his face gradually faded.
\"You said... How many kilograms of explosives are used to blow you up without leaving any slag?\"
