What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating my face.

I leaned against the cockpit wall and let out a long breath.

Li Qing also slumped to the ground, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Haha... I survived... I survived..."

The captain had completely taken control of the plane by then. He turned around, sweating profusely, and looked at the two of us with the eyes of someone looking at a god, or rather, a monster.

"Who...who are you people?"

I straightened my slightly disheveled collar and replied, "Chen Yang, advisor to the Folklore Bureau. He's been sent by the authorities to assist you."

"Captain, focus on flying your plane."

Upon hearing this, the captain nodded and said nothing more.

About five minutes later, the red warning lights in the cockpit finally stopped flashing wildly, and the piercing buzzing also subsided.

Instead, the steady, low roar of the aircraft engines could be heard.

The captain, covered in sweat, leaned back in his seat. Although his hands were still trembling slightly, he had firmly gripped the control stick.

"Altitude 11,000 meters, course corrected, autopilot reactivated..."

The captain looked at the data on the instrument panel and reported to us in a hoarse voice, as if we were the highest commanders of the aircraft.

I nodded slightly, casually wiped the bone needle, which was stained with black, foul-smelling liquid, on the hem of my clothes, and then put it away close to my body again.

"Captain, thank you for your hard work. Do not perform any further maneuvers. Fly directly to Jiangcheng."

I gave a calm instruction.

Immediately afterwards, I turned to look at Li Qing, who was still sitting on the ground panting.

"Li Qing, you stay here and keep watch."

I pointed to the passenger in the passenger seat who was still unconscious.

"I sealed the Gu worm in his brain with my evil energy. He won't die for now, but he won't wake up either."

Keep an eye on him and the captain, and make sure they don't cause any more trouble.

Also, remember to contact Lu Yan and give her a detailed report of the situation here so she can prepare for a rescue on the ground.

Li Qing stood up, supporting himself on the dashboard, and dusted off his backside: "Don't worry, Lao Chen, leave this to me."

Those bastards were ruthless; they almost made our entire plane of people pay with their lives.

"Go check the back right now, that bastard who did that dirty trick might still be on the plane!"

Li Qing's judgment coincided with my own.

Black magic, especially the kind that can kill in a very short time, usually requires the caster to be within a certain distance and to detonate it through a medium.

Just now, I used extremely domineering methods to forcibly kill the curse worm inside the captain's body and seal off the Gu worm inside the co-pilot's body.

Such a barbaric method of breaking the spell will inevitably bring extremely severe backlash to the caster.

If that sorcerer were on this plane, he would be in a terrible state right now. At best, he would vomit blood and be seriously injured; at worst, he would fall into a coma or even die suddenly.

"I'll go investigate right away. If there's any resistance, I'll deal with it immediately to prevent further trouble."

My eyes turned slightly cold as I turned and walked out of the cockpit, which was a complete mess.

In the aisle, the bulletproof hatch that I had twisted into scrap metal still lay there quietly, and the flight attendant was still slumped against the cabin wall, her face as pale as paper.

When she saw me come out, she instinctively shrank back, her eyes filled with awe and fear.

"It's alright, the plane is stable now. Go and reassure the passengers that they encountered a rare strong convective turbulence, but it's safe now."

I bent down and spoke to her gently.

The flight attendant nodded repeatedly, struggled to her feet while holding onto the seat, and stumbled toward the economy class at the back.

Immediately afterwards, I also started walking, like an ordinary passenger, slowly walked through the first-class cabin, lifted the curtain, and entered the economy class.

The scene in economy class was truly horrific.

Although there were no casualties, the rapid dive that lasted only a few dozen seconds turned the entire cabin into a junkyard.

Suitcases were scattered all over the ground, oxygen masks hung in mid-air, and the sounds of children crying and women sobbing filled the air.

Several flight attendants were struggling to maintain order, reassuring everyone over the intercom with trembling voices.

With my hands in my pockets and my fingertips lightly gripping the cold scalpel, I walked down the aisle from the first row to the last.

My gaze swept across every face, sensing the aura of each person.

No.

There was no malevolent aura, no nauseating stench characteristic of black magic, and no signs of weakened blood and soul after being harmed by the magic.

Indeed, several passengers were vomiting, and some even fainted.

But those were all due to airsickness and extreme panic causing a spike in blood pressure; there were no fluctuations of any folk power in the body.

I even forced my way into and checked all three restrooms on the plane, and they were completely empty except for the sewage that had overflowed due to the turbulence.

After circling around for nearly twenty minutes, I returned to first class.

My brows furrowed involuntarily.

There were no abnormalities.

Apart from Li Qing and me, everyone on this flight was an ordinary, unremarkable person.

This means that the person who performed the spell was not on the plane.

This conclusion sent a chill down my spine for no apparent reason.

If the sorcerer wasn't on the plane, it means that the other party used an extremely rare and terrifying long-range curse.

To accurately cast a spell on the pilot of a passenger plane flying at high speed from a distance of hundreds or even thousands of kilometers is by no means something that can be done by simply sticking a small doll in the ground or chanting a few incantations.

This requires extremely stringent conditions.

First, the practitioner's skill must be exceptional, at least among the top "black-clad Ajarns" in Southeast Asia.

Secondly, they must have mastered extremely precise media.

This involves not only the birth dates of the captain and first officer, but also their personal belongings—such as hair, nails, or even clothes stained with blood.

Finally, they would need to prepare an extremely large magic array to amplify the power of the curse in order to cross such a vast distance.

What does this tell us?

This shows that this was not a spur-of-the-moment act of casting a curse, but a premeditated and meticulously planned terrorist attack!

Has the influence in Southeast Asia extended this far?

If Li Qing and I hadn't happened to be on this plane today, it would probably be a fireball crashing to the ground by now.

Hundreds of lives will be lost.

I leaned back in my first-class seat, closed my eyes, and gently rubbed my temples with my fingers.

……

An hour later.

The plane landed on the runway at Jiangcheng Airport.

The moment the plane came to a complete stop on the tarmac, the cabin erupted in cheers of relief and deafening cries of despair.

Many people even unbuckled their seatbelts and knelt in the aisle, kissing the not-so-clean carpet.

I turned to look out the window.

It was already 11:30 p.m., but the tarmac at Jiangcheng Airport was as bright as day.