The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

"Master Qi?"

"Master Qi?!"

Zhao Zhicheng knew that Qi Yan and Cen Baihe had a personal relationship, and the relationship was very good, otherwise the Cen family would not be so warm and friendly to Qi Yan. Seeing that Qi Yan's face was pale, he looked like he couldn't calm down completely. He explained very worriedly, "Master Qi, don't worry too much. The news we received is that the robber has been controlled and there is a plane on the plane. A passenger was injured, but there was a doctor in the delegation who gave an emergency treatment to the wounds of the wounded. There should be no life-threatening danger."

"Who is the injured?" Qi Yan walked around the house twice, "Will anyone on the plane disarm the bomb?"

"It's still unclear," Zhao Zhicheng shook his head. "Our department is not responsible for this aspect of work. In addition, 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 into the chair, and unconsciously clasped the corner of the table with his right hand. "Before the robber was caught, did he make any request?"

Zhao Zhicheng shook his head silently.

It is not terrible to make a request. The terrible thing is that the other party has not asked for it, which means that the other party has no intention to live and has nothing to get.

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

Zhao Zhicheng nodded without hesitation and said, "You said."

"You help me prepare an altar on the top floor. I don't have enough time now, just have an altar table and an incense burner." Qi Yan pulled his hair, "please."

"Okay." Zhao Zhicheng was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and asked his teammates to help prepare things. The situation in their department is special, and all the things Qi Yan needs are ready-made, so they will all be ready soon.

Qi Yan washed his hands and face in the copper basin, wiped his hands with white cotton cloth, and walked to the altar. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhicheng had prepared more things than he had imagined. In addition to incense burners, there were also memorial offerings. The yellow brocade tablecloth covered the table. The table was made of pure wood with Taoist scriptures engraved on it, exuding a strong aura.

It's a good thing in the old days.

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

"Pray for blessings," Qi Yan took out a stack of talisman paper, put a handful of rice into the bowl, turned his head and said to Zhao Zhicheng and the other special team members who followed up, "In ancient times, emperors and nobles often asked mages to set altars and seek God bless, protect the land and water and the people."

"But it wasn't the people seeking psychological comfort at the time..." Before Xiang Qiang had finished speaking in the corner, he saw Qi Yan looking over here, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

"You are right," Qi Yan smiled, "I only ask for psychological comfort."

It’s not that the people in the special group haven't seen other masters putting up an altar, but they have never seen anyone putting up an altar causing such a big disturbance. After Qi Yan threw the first handful of rice, wind began to rise on the roof. It was originally just a breeze, but as Qi Yan's scriptures became more and more urgent, the wind became stronger and stronger.

Huh.

The sheets of yellow talisman paper were rolled into the air, circling and dancing in the wind, they were gradually connected together, it turned out to be like a flying dragon tumbling 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 didn't think about him now, but just looked at Qi Yan blankly, with uncontrollable ecstasy in his expression.

"Please all gods, bless this person is safe." Qi Yan held a piece of red paper in his hand with Cen Baihe's name and birth date written on it. He looked at the flying yellow dragon, gritted his teeth, and took this piece of paper. The red paper was thrown out.

The red paper is constantly floating in the air, like a rootless duckweed, not falling into place.

"Respect the gods from all directions, bless this person in peace and peace!" Qi Yan twitched deeply, the red paper swayed in the air, but it still floated like a headless fly.

"Qi Yan, the head of the twenty-third generation of Tianyimen, sacrifices his blood and purple energy, and respects the gods from all directions, and bless this person to be safe!" Qi Yan bit his index finger and flicked his finger, mixing his merits. The blood drops with purple gas fell on the floating red paper.

Suddenly, the vague roar sounded like a dragon and a phoenix. The yellow dragon hovering in the air bowed his head and swallowed the red paper into his mouth. In an instant, the yellow dragon burned into a fire dragon, and the burning ashes was caught high in the sky, and then disappeared. not see.

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

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

He still remembers that when he was twelve years old, he opened up a dilapidated and incomplete book in the master's room. It was about various methods of praying to God.

Master said: Although they are practitioners, they are human after all. Being a man only pays attention to three things, and ask God to do the same.

He still remembers that at that time, the master still said in a sad tone: "Now, who else can really ask God?"

"Puff!" Qi Yan spit out a few big mouthfuls of blood. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, with a smile on his face.

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

On the plane, everyone was still nervously searching for traces of the bombs, but they were too busy to find anything. The captain, who was tied to the seat by them, saw their expressions go from nervous to desperate, and the smiles on their faces grew bigger and bigger, as if a person who had been hungry for a long time was about to wait for the long-awaited meal, he was so excited. All twisted.

"Don't you dying to struggle anymore. We are so close to the sky now. After we die, we will definitely be able to go to heaven, away from the noise and sin of the mortal world. What a beautiful thing?" He grinned and said, "It's not until recently. It will take at least an hour and a half to land at the airport, you are too late."

He looked at these angry people triumphantly, "Be angry, cry, and then greet your death."

"Shut up!" A woman in high heels was too lazy to listen to nonsense, raised her leg and kicked under his belly. The captain wailed, looked at the woman who kicked him with an expression of pain and excitement, and laughed wildly.

The woman raised her eyebrows: "You can laugh if you can't kick here."

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

There is a deep contempt in his eyes, just like the ancient nobles looked at slaves, looking high. He despised men and despised women. He felt that he was the master of these people.

At this time, if everyone weren't eager to find the bomb, this man would have been beaten into meat sauce.

"Stupid." The woman felt that there was no point in arguing with a lunatic about this kind of issue. After rewarding the man again, she turned to look for the bomb without looking at him again.

But the captain couldn't stand others calling him stupid. He kept struggling on the chair, even shouting, but no one looked at him, and no one paid attention to him. This is even more unbearable for him than others scold him and beat him.

These people should be furious and crying, why would they ignore him? ! Why? !

"Women, I really can't offend," the psychologist whispered beside Cen Baihe, "My wife also has this kind of pungent personality. If I can't go back this time, I don't know who can stand her nagging and pungent personality. "

He was full of complaints, but Cen Baihe could hear that he couldn't let go of his wife, otherwise his tone would not be full of worry.

"We will reach the ground safely," Cen Baihe said firmly, "Even for those who are waiting for us to go back, we have to go back." His eyes swept across the cabin, and when he swept over a certain seat, he was behind. After a cold back, he seemed to hear a dragon chant.

Turning his head abruptly, he only saw other people's fearless faces, no one was playing electronic products, and no strange sound came.

He strode to the side of this seat, which still had blood stains on it. It was the seat of the man who was injured by the gun at the airport just now. He searched around the seat and found nothing suspicious.

He opened the salute stand 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 Baihe's side and saw him looking at a laptop carrying case, "I'll take it down."

"Be lighter, I suspect the bomb is inside."

Cen Baihe didn't speak loudly, but at this moment everyone on the plane turned their eyes to him, and then to the luggage rack. They checked all the corners and corners, and even the lifejacket oxygen inhalers were not let off. The only thing they didn't doubt was the things that everyone brought together.

For a while, everyone became nervous.

"Let me come," a middle-aged man in military uniform walked over and said to Cen Baihe and Huang He, "I have done bomb disposal work before. You two stand a little farther away."

Huang He went to see Cen Baihe, and Cen Baihe nodded his head after thinking about it. Professional problems are handled by professional people, so that everyone will not be dragged down. He and Huang He retreated a few steps, and Huang He and another bodyguard stopped in front of him.

The middle-aged man took off the carrying case carefully and opened it to see that the bomb they couldn't find was actually inside.

This bomb is small, not the size of an adult's fist, but its power is not small. As long as it explodes, the walls of the aircraft will split, and even if they can avoid the bombs, they cannot prevent the aircraft from being damaged during the flight.

"This is a time bomb," the middle-aged man was sweaty. "It's an old-fashioned one. I can't take it apart by technology."

"Then what to do?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

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

The flight attendant shook his head, "No, the plane cannot open the escape door during the flight."

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

Neither can they open the escape door, nor can they make the plane land safely and complete the emergency evacuation in these short minutes, so the only option they have is to dismantle the bomb.

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly: "It's less than five minutes before the bomb explodes. The plane is located above our country's territorial sea." Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly, "If there is misfortune, at least when the plane explodes, the wreckage We will not hit the innocent people on the land, and we can die on the boundaries of our own country."

There was a dead silence in the cabin.

The middle-aged man pointed to four leads of the same color, "Choose one from four. We have a 25% chance of surviving. Who will make the decision?"