A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

However, those who can get into 749 are all shrewd people. Ji Zuodao's words just now sounded straightforward, but upon closer examination, one always feels that there is a hook hidden in them.

That kid's definitely up to something! We need to be careful!

Almost all the investigators thought so.

But then again, they're all on a plane right now, and their cultivation is being suppressed, so what kind of trouble could Ji Zuodao possibly cause?

You can't exactly cause trouble on the plane, can you? Otherwise, you'd all fall into the sea and become fish food, wouldn't you?

How stupid would someone have to be to do something like that?

With this thought, everyone felt a little more at ease and gradually entered a meditative state.

The cabin was filled only with the deep roar of the engines and the even breathing of the passengers.

But this peace and quiet didn't last long.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

A faint, yet highly penetrating metallic clanging sound, like tiny needles, pierced everyone's ears.

At first, the sound was very faint, like a hallucination.

But gradually, the clanging sound became clearer and more rhythmic, with a slight echo, reverberating softly in the enclosed cabin.

Many investigators who had already entered a meditative state frowned, as the voice abruptly pulled them out of their trance.

"What's that noise?"

"Where's the sound coming from? It sounds like you're hitting a piece of metal!"

The group exchanged bewildered glances, and the tension that had just eased in their hearts suddenly tightened again.

Almost instinctively, everyone's eyes snapped to the corner where the gentlemen from Jinghai were sitting.

Damn it! It must be those weirdos from Jinghai stirring up trouble again!

"Hey! Jinghai! What are you guys up to now..." A hot-tempered guy from Northeast China jumped up, but stopped mid-sentence.

Because he saw it over in Jinghai—

Liu Ming was intently counting the stack of talismans in his hand, muttering incantations to himself.

Li Shuwen was engrossed in reading a thick book, his gaze behind his glasses so focused it was almost palpable.

Dog was lying sprawled on the ground, his belly rising and falling rhythmically, and he was snoring softly. He was sleeping soundly.

Qiqi sat next to Doggy with her knees drawn up to her chest, her little head nodding slightly, her big eyes misty, as if she were about to fall asleep.

The two people, the dog, and the zombie were incredibly well-behaved and harmless, radiating a peaceful aura that seemed to say, "We're good kids, don't bother us."

Upon hearing the reprimand, they all raised their heads in unison.

Their faces bore the same innocent, slightly bewildered expression, their eyes so clear it was as if they were saying, "We are good children."

This contrasted sharply with the tense and alarmed demeanor of the other passengers in the cabin.

"Uh...it's nothing, sorry..."

The Northeastern guy swallowed back the rebuke that was on the tip of his tongue, his face burning slightly.

It seems I misunderstood them.

Ugh, what a mess this is! How can we judge someone just because they acted strangely before?

I really shouldn't have done that! I'm so ashamed!

He scratched his head and sat back down, a little embarrassed.

The other investigators also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it wasn't Jinghai who was up to something. It was probably some loose part of the aircraft itself.

But he hadn't quite let his breath out yet—

"Wait a minute!"

A sharp-eyed investigator suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, his tone distorted.

"No! The number of people is wrong!"

His fingers trembled slightly as he tapped the Jinghai area once, then tapped it again.

"One, two... the dog counts as one, the zombie girl counts as one... Holy crap! One's missing!"

"Where's Ji Zuodao?! Where did that most wicked man from Jinghai go?!"

As if struck by lightning, everyone jumped to their feet, craning their necks like geese, frantically scanning the cabin.

No!

There was no sign of that scoundrel Ji Zuodao anywhere!

He was just giving a speech saying "Hey, we're all brothers" a moment ago. In such a short time, where could he have gone?

We can't let the plane swallow us up, can we?!

Just then—

"Clang! Clang! Clang clang clang!"

The metallic clanging sound rang out again, clearer, more rapid, and tinged with excitement than before.

Following the sound, everyone instinctively turned their heads and looked out the porthole.

An investigator who happened to be sitting by the window glanced out casually.

Just one glance—

"Holy shit!!!"

A piercing, distorted scream exploded from his throat!

His fingers trembled as if he had a stroke, pointing out the window, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his face turned as white as paper in an instant.

"Outside...outside! Look outside!!!"

His loud voice immediately drew everyone's attention, and they all rushed to the porthole, pressing their faces against the cold glass to look outside.

Then--

Everyone was petrified.

At this moment, a person was lying on the huge, streamlined metal wing of the transport drone.

The man clung tightly to the smooth wing skin like a giant gecko, one hand gripping a protrusion on the leading edge of the wing, the other hand...

He was swinging a dark, sturdy-looking hammer, vigorously hammering away at a certain part of the wing! Serious! Focused!

The fierce winds high in the sky were like knives, making his standard trench coat, sponsored by the Northeast Branch Bureau, flutter wildly, and his hair danced wildly, covering his face.

But this did not diminish his enthusiasm and rhythm in striking the keys.

Who else could it be but Ji Zuodao?!

"I...I fucking..."

"When did that bastard go out?! Huh?! Did anyone see him?!"

"Is that the point?! The point is, what does he want to do?! Dismantle the plane?! Huh?!"

"Holy shit! Ji Zuodao! I'll fuck your immortal self! Get down here, you bastard!!!"

For a moment, the cabin was filled with a mix of traditional Chinese culture and spittle flying everywhere.

On the wing.

Ji Zuodao wiped the hair off his face, squinted, and looked at the spot where he had just been hit—aside from a few faint white marks, there was nothing wrong.

"Tsk, this is tough..."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and muttered to himself, but his voice was instantly ripped apart by the raging wind.

"This aluminum alloy is quite sturdy... If someone were at the Dharma Aspect Realm, no, even the Spirit Palace or Spirit Sea Realm would be fine; as long as they have some spiritual power, they wouldn't be unable to break it..."

His current cultivation level is firmly suppressed at the Meridian Opening Realm by the rules of the secret realm.

What is the concept of the Meridian Opening Realm?

It's roughly equivalent to a top-tier martial arts master in a wuxia novel; scaling walls and lifting heavy objects are child's play for them, but to dismantle this military-grade alloy skin with bare hands...

That's a bit too much to ask.

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, feeling that this matter was a bit tricky.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that behind the huge porthole next to him, there were already many faces distorted with extreme fear and anger.

Those faces were pressed against the glass, their mouths opening and closing, their expressions excited, as if they were shouting something.

"What are you saying?"

Ji Zuodao tilted his ear, but could hear nothing but the whistling wind.

Judging from her lip movements and excited expression, she must be cheering him on.

These guys are really enthusiastic! They truly show true friendship in times of trouble!

As he was reflecting on this, he suddenly noticed that one of the investigators was extremely agitated. Not only was his face contorted in anger, but he was also pointing his finger at him and repeatedly jabbing at him with his finger!

Following the direction of the finger, Ji Zuodao cautiously and hesitantly peered down towards the base of the wing...

Oh!

His eyes lit up instantly!

Below the wing, near the fuselage, a massive turbofan engine was running at full speed, its exhaust distorting the surrounding scenery slightly.

The complex blade structure, the precise air intake...

Ji Zuodao slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what was going on!

So that's how it is! This guy thought my method of tapping the wings was inefficient, so he showed me the right way!

The engine! That thing looks incredibly complex! It's definitely easier to destroy than the wing! And once it's broken, the consequences are immediate!

What a great person! This is a true teammate! Always there for others in need, always thinking what others are thinking!

Ji Zuodao was deeply moved.

He turned to face the investigator who was still excitedly "giving directions" behind the porthole, solemnly pounded his chest, and then gave a thumbs up!

Brother! I appreciate your thoughtfulness! You're a true friend!

Without further hesitation, he used both hands and feet, like a nimble gecko, to carefully move towards the wing root and the engine.