The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

"Master Qi?"

"Master Qi?!"

Zhao Zhicheng knew that Qi Yan and Cen Bohe 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.Seeing that Qi Yan's face was pale and he looked completely overwhelmed, he explained very worriedly, "Master Qi, don't worry too much. We have received news that the robbers have been brought under control. Two passengers were injured, but there are doctors in the delegation, and emergency treatment was performed on the wounds of the injured, which should not be life-threatening."

"Who was injured?" Qi Yan walked around the room twice, "Is there anyone on the plane who can defuse bombs?"

"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 slumped onto the chair, unconsciously clasping the corner of the table with his right hand, "Before the robber was caught, didn't he make any demands?"

Zhao Zhicheng shook his head silently.

It is not terrible to make a request, but the terrible thing is that the other party does not ask, which means that the other party has no intention of living and has nothing to get.

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

Zhao Zhicheng nodded without hesitation and said, "Say it."

"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 in their department is special, and all these things Qi Yan needs are ready-made, so they are all arranged very 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 the incense burner and incense candles, there were sacrificial offerings. The table was covered with a yellow brocade tablecloth. The table was made of pure logs with Taoist scriptures carved on it, exuding a strong aura.

It's a good old thing.

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

"Pray for blessings," Qi Yan took out a stack of talisman papers, put a handful of rice into the bowl, turned to Zhao Zhicheng and several other members of the special team who followed, "In ancient times, emperors and nobles often asked mages to set up altars, seeking God blesses and protects the water, soil and people."

"But that's not when the common people were looking for psychological comfort..." Before Xiang Qiang could finish his sentence in the corner, he saw Qi Yan looking over and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

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

It's not that the people in the special team haven't seen other masters setting up altars, but they have never seen anyone who caused such a big commotion after setting up an altar.After Qi Yan threw the first handful of rice, the wind started to blow on the roof of the building. It was just a breeze at first, but as Qi Yan read the scriptures more and more urgently, the wind became stronger and stronger.

Swish.

Sheets of yellow talisman papers were rolled up into the air, circling and dancing in the wind, they were gradually connected together, like flying dragons rolling in the clouds.

"Captain, what is this?" Xiang Qiang held the book in front of his eyes to prevent the wind and sand from blowing into his eyes. He rubbed against Zhao Zhicheng and looked at the yellow dragon flying in the air. Dreaming?"

Zhao Zhicheng was not in the mood to talk to him now, but just looked at Qi Yan in a daze, with uncontrollable ecstasy in his expression.

"Regardless of the gods in all directions, please bless this person with safety." Qi Yan held a piece of red paper in his hand, on which was written Cen Bohe's name and birth date. He looked at the flying yellow dragon, gritted his teeth, and took the paper The red paper was thrown out.

The red paper kept floating in the air, like duckweed without roots, unable to fall into place.

"I pray to the gods in all directions, that this person is safe and sound!" Qi Yan bowed deeply, and the piece of red paper dangled in the air, but it was still floating like a headless chicken.

"Qi Yan, the 23rd generation head of Tianyi Sect, sacrificed his heart blood and purple energy, and prayed to the gods in all directions to bless this person in safety!" Qi Yan bit his index finger, flicked his finger, mixed with merit and purple energy. The angry blood drops fell on the floating red paper.

Suddenly, an ethereal roar sounded like a dragon's chant and a phoenix's cry. The yellow dragon hovering in the air bowed its head and swallowed the red paper into its mouth. In an instant, the yellow dragon burned into a fire dragon, and the burning ashes were swept into the sky, and then disappeared. not see.

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

Qi Yan clutched his chest. At this moment, his heart was burning like a fire, and like falling into a cave of ice. These two kinds of constant alternating pain had already made him forget the pain of his index finger being bitten.

He still remembers that when he was 12 years old, he found a dilapidated and incomplete book in the master's room, which described various ways to pray to God.

Master said: Although they are practitioners, they are human beings after all.There are no more than three things in life, and the same is true for praying to God.

Up to now, he still remembers that at that time, the master said this sentence in a sad tone: "Now, who can really seek God?"

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

Old man, what you can't do, I can do.

On the plane, everyone was still nervously looking for traces of the bomb, but they found nothing after being too busy.The captain, who was tied to the seat by them, watched their expressions change from nervousness to despair, and the smiles on their faces grew bigger and bigger, as if someone who had been hungry for a long time was about to wait for his long-awaited feast, and was so excited All twisted up.

"Don't be dying anymore. We are so close to the sky now. After death, we will definitely be able to go to heaven, away from the noise and sin of the mundane world. What a wonderful thing is that?" He grinned and said, "Now is the closest It will take at least an hour and a half to land at the airport, and you are too late."

He looked proudly at these angry people, "Be angry, cry, and welcome your death."

"Shut up!" A woman in high heels was too lazy to listen to nonsense, raised her leg and kicked his lower abdomen, the captain wailed, looked at the woman who kicked him with a pained and excited expression, and laughed wildly.

The woman raised her eyebrows: "You are so incompetent that you can laugh here."

At this tense moment, the men on the plane couldn't help but tighten their legs.What surprised them even more was that the captain reacted very strongly to the woman's words. He twisted his neck, stared at his blood-red eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "You lowly and dirty woman, what right do you have to talk about me? "

There is deep contempt in his eyes, just like the ancient nobles looked at slaves with a superior look.He looks down on men and despises women, and he feels that he is the master of these people.

At this time, if everyone was not in a hurry to find the bomb, this man would have been beaten to pieces.

"Stupid." The woman felt that it was pointless arguing with a lunatic about this kind of issue. After giving the man another kick, she turned around and went to look for the bomb without even looking at him.

But the captain couldn't stand others calling him an idiot. He kept struggling on the chair and even yelled and scolded him, but no one looked at him or paid attention to him.For him, this is more unbearable than others scolding him and beating him.

These people should be furious and crying bitterly. Why did they ignore him? !Why? !

"Woman, I really can't offend you," the psychologist whispered next to Cen Baihe, "My wife also has this kind of aggressive personality, if I can't go back this time, I don't know who can stand her nagging and aggressive personality. "

His words were full of complaints, but Cen Baihe could tell that he couldn't let go of his wife, otherwise his tone wouldn't be full of worry.

"We will reach the ground safely," Cen Bohe said firmly, "Even if it is for those who are waiting for us to go back, we have to go back." His eyes swept across the cabin, and when he glanced at a certain seat, he followed With a chill on his back, he seemed to hear a dragon chant.

Turning his head abruptly, he only saw the faces of other people holding back their fear, no one was playing with electronic products, and there were no strange voices coming from them.

He strode over to this seat, which was still stained with blood, and it was the seat of the person who was shot and wounded at the airport just now.He searched around the seat, but found nothing suspicious.

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

"Fifth Young Master," Huang He squeezed to Cen Bohe's side, seeing him looking at a laptop carrying case, "I'll go get it."

"Just a little bit, I suspect the bomb is in there."

Cen Bohe didn't speak loudly, but at the moment everyone on the plane turned their attention to him, and then looked at the luggage rack.They checked every nook and cranny, even life jackets and oxygen inhalers. The only thing they didn't suspect was what everyone brought up.

For a while, everyone became tense.

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

Huang He went to look at Cen Baihe, Cen Baihe thought for a moment, then nodded.Let professional people deal with professional issues, so as not to hinder everyone.He and Huang He took a few steps back, and Huang He and another bodyguard stopped him.

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

This bomb is very small, it looks no more than the size of an adult's fist, but its power is not small.As long as it explodes, the walls of the aircraft will be cracked, and even if they can avoid the bombs, it will not prevent the aircraft from being destroyed in flight.

"It's a ticking time bomb," the middle-aged man said with sweat on his face, "it's a relatively old-fashioned one, and I can't disassemble it with technology."

"Then what should we do?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"Can the escape door be opened?" the middle-aged man asked.

The flight attendant shook his head, "No, the plane is in flight, and the escape door cannot be opened."

This answer is not too surprising, but they still feel a little disappointed.

They could neither open the escape door, nor allow the plane to land safely and complete the emergency evacuation of the personnel in just a few minutes, so the only option they had was to dismantle the bomb.

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly: "It is less than 5 minutes before the bomb explodes, and the plane is located in the air above our territorial waters." Speaking of this, he smiled wryly, "If something unfortunate happens, at least when the plane explodes, the wreckage It will not hit innocent people on land, and we can die on the border of our own country."

There was a dead silence in the cabin.

The middle-aged man pointed to the four leads of the same color, "Choose one of the four, we have a 20.00% chance of five surviving, who will make the decision?"