American Zombie Detective

Chapter 163 Ten Thousand Demon Gods, Ten Thousand Blood (Bonus Chapter Thanks to All the Big Shots for the Monthly Tickets)

Qin Jin was genuinely surprised this time!

The texture, color, and patterns on this stone—

Qin Jin subconsciously pulled out the piece of black stone belonging to the mountain spirit from his trench coat pocket—the one wrapped in yellow cloth! The moment he tore off the yellow cloth and the two black stones were in the same space, only a few meters apart, a strange change occurred!

A deep, resonant hum resounded, reaching deep into the soul.

The two black stones seemed to echo each other, and simultaneously, a dark, blood-red light emanated from within their bodies, like magma, flowing along the facial features on their surfaces—

And those red spider lilies blooming on the ruins of the ghost machine seemed to be infused with new life under the glow of this blood-red light!

The petals trembled and unfurled wildly, their color becoming increasingly vivid and alluring, reaching the pinnacle of beauty, while the resentment and deathly aura emanating from them increased exponentially!

Looking at the two almost identical black stones and the red spider lilies affected by the black stones, Qin Jin suddenly thought of a legend he had seen in "The Secret Techniques of the White Lotus"!

Legend has it that in the desolate abyss of Qinongjiajiapu at the end of the netherworld, countless demons who were stripped of their power in ancient times are imprisoned.

When the first god and demon of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths celebrated his 100,000th birthday, all the demons of Qinong Jiajiapu gathered together. In order to leave this abyss, each demon offered a drop of his original demon blood. 100,000 demons, 100,000 drops of demon blood, fell on a black mountain!

Black Mountain, carrying a wisp of demonic consciousness from the First Demon God of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, escaped from Qinong Jiajiapu and hid in the Netherworld, beyond the reach of the Underworld, endlessly searching for a way to break the suppressing seal. A total of 98,687 drops of demonic blood were dripped onto Black Mountain; the remaining 1,300 drops transformed into thirteen pieces of black stone slaves, and the last thirteen drops transformed into Manjusaka flowers, spreading throughout the Yellow Springs—

This Black Mountain has been known by many aliases in the scattered records of later generations—Black Mountain Demon, Black Rakshasa, Dark Ksitigarbha—and even Black Mountain Old Demon!

Qin Jin held the slightly warm Mountain Spirit Black Stone in his hand, and looked at the resonant piece of the same kind in the captain's skeleton's arms. His heart suddenly opened up!

It turns out that what he killed in Sacramento was not some ordinary mountain demon at all!

It is one of the thirteen Black Stone Slaves!

The root of all the strange changes in this ghost flight, and the malice directed at him, lies in the fact that the black stone slave on his body has attracted another of its kind!

This JS317 flight was probably not a simple hijacking or accident—its destruction is very likely related to this black stone slave, or even the Black Mountain Demon!

Just as Qin Jin was sorting out his thoughts, the Black Stone Slave in the captain's skeleton's arms across the way suddenly glowed with intense blood!

Crack—crack—The captain's skeleton, stuck in the rubble, began to tremble violently. Black fungal growth surged wildly into the gaps between its bones, and the roots of the red spider lily coiled around it like blood vessels—

It is being forcibly awakened by the power of the Black Stone Slave!

In this situation, Qin Jin's first choice was naturally to throw the stone at it. As long as this thing didn't cause trouble for him, he could do whatever he wanted. Whether it killed people or destroyed the world, it didn't matter much to him. If the sky fell, there would be tall people to hold it up!

However, doing this now carries significant risks!

Leaving aside the distant past, let's talk about the Black Stone Mountain Ghost from the night before last. Qin Jin had already killed Chen Anni, Lin Hao, and Lili, getting his revenge. But what happened in the end?

It wasn't like it was about to turn around and devour everyone else, forcing Qin Jin to take action and kill it!

If the Black Stone Slave on the plane is the same type, then it's a bit troublesome, for the same reason as Alessa: Qin Jin can't easily use his source power either.

Since that's the case, the only option is to find a way to sabotage it. Having made up his mind, Qin Jin turned and rushed towards the front of the cabin, traversing the long cabin and several tunnels with superhuman speed, quickly returning to his plane.

"Detective Qin! What's going on inside?!"

Captain Dyson stood guard at the door against the wind, the sound he made coming out of his mouth also having a whooshing sound.

Qin Jin had no time to explain, only saying, "Leave quickly, I'll handle this!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already rushed past them like the wind, heading straight for Alessa's seat.

He knelt down in front of Alessa and simply held out his hand: "Alessa, nitroglycerin."

Aresa blinked her big eyes, seemingly a little surprised by Qin Jin's sudden change of mind, but her actions were swift and decisive as she took out the thick glass bottle and handed it to him.

Time is of the essence!

Qin Jin quickly ripped off the oxygen mask hidden in the seat cover, and using the elastic coil on it, tied the M67 grenade and the nitroglycerin bottle together, pulled out the grenade's pin, and made a simple but deadly delay device.

Then he pulled over a blanket and tied the pile of things up, without knotting them, just simply wrapping them up to make sure they would fall apart during the plane's shaking and movement.

Less than a minute after completing all this, he got up again, grabbed the gift, rushed to the toilet, reached in and pulled out two garbage bags containing pieces of rotting corpses, stuffing them inside.

Dyson and Niels, who were slowly moving towards them, were completely bewildered, having no idea what Qin Jin was doing.

He grabbed the two bags and rushed to the cabin door, braving the gust of wind, and stuffed the body bags into the ghost flight. Then, he shoved the black stone into the bag from a distance.

The garbage heap landed, rolled a few times on the ground covered with a black fungal carpet, and the bag loosened, revealing the blanket wrapped inside.

After doing all this, Qin Jin did not hesitate. He grabbed the open cabin door with lightning speed and pushed it open with a snap. The cabin door closed again, and the howling wind in the cabin disappeared instantly. However, the buzzing in the ears of many passengers was still ringing, and they broke out in a sweat due to the temperature change.

Qin Jin didn't care about any of that. Instead, he immediately went to the porthole and looked across at the ghostly flight JSN317 that was right next to him, as if he had instantly lost interest in all living people.

Inside the cabin, the empty gazes of all the rotting passengers turned greedily to the black stone on the floor that emitted an alluring blood-red glow.

The alluring red spider lilies danced even more wildly, and the black substance surged like a tide, enveloping the black stone and forming a raised mass on its top, which began to move towards the rear of the cabin—

Immediately afterwards, the ghost flight began to detach from them, as if being dragged backward by an invisible force, slowly disappearing into the thick dark clouds—

"Captain! Captain! It's working again! The control stick is responding! The radio noise has decreased!"

Inside the cockpit, the co-pilot's ecstatic voice, tinged with sobs, came through the internal communication system.

"Quick! Descend at full speed!" Qin Jin immediately reminded Dyson.

With six people killed, the flight could not continue, and there was no risk of returning to America. Dyson immediately rushed back to the cockpit and took manual control. The massive passenger plane's engines roared loudly, the nose tilted downward, and a descent as fast as possible began.

Inside the cabin, an overwhelming joy of escaping death erupted!

Deafening cheers, cries, and shouts of thanks to God filled the air as people embraced each other, celebrating their hard-won survival.

Qin Jin didn't move; he continued to stare at the dark, overcast sky in the distance, waiting—

Seven or eight minutes later, a dazzling and spectacular light suddenly appeared deep in the dark clouds above the passenger plane!

Boom! ...

Even across the vast distance and through the thick clouds, a deep yet penetrating roar could still be faintly heard, as if a hole had been punched in the sky itself.

The intense flash illuminated the cloud as if it were daytime, lasting for several seconds before slowly fading away.

exploded.

Qin Jin silently watched in that direction as the nitroglycerin was detonated by a grenade inside the sealed Ghost Machine.

The black stone slave may not be completely destroyed, but the JS317 ghost flight, which carried its collective resentment, must have been completely torn apart and returned to nothingness once more.

As for what happened to the two stones—whether they fell into the uninhabited Atlantic Ocean below or landed somewhere in Europe—that was not his concern at the moment.

At least—it has nothing to do with me now.

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