# 232
**Chapter 232: One Each**
"So that's how it is." An Qingyu seemed to understand something and nodded. "Then, what are you planning to do next?"
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. "I have a plan, but before that, we need to deal with the people in first class."
"Deal with?" An Qingyu raised an eyebrow. "Your Night Watch does this kind of thing too?"
"...I mean, make them close their eyes and mouths temporarily, to avoid unnecessary noise," Lin Qiye said helplessly.
"Oh, that's easy then."
An Qingyu turned around, his eyes glowing with a strange light. The next moment, all the passengers in first class trembled slightly and completely passed out.
"A Forbidden Ruin of the mental control type?" Lin Qiye nodded. "When you stole those three corpses, did you also confuse the coroner like this?"
An Qingyu gave a shy smile.
Lin Qiye turned to look at the curtain and spoke calmly, "Next, it's my turn..."
...
**In the cockpit.**
The two pilots sat dazedly in their seats, mechanically controlling the instruments, keeping the plane circling at low altitude.
Inside the radio, calls from the ground kept coming, but there was no response.
"Calling XXXX, this is Ground Command. Return immediately. Repeat, return immediately..."
**Bang—!!**
A gunshot rang out. Sparks burst from the radio, the sound distorted a few times, then completely cut off.
The tavern owner casually fiddled with the gun in his hand, sitting on the cockpit floor as if no one else was around. He yawned loudly. Across from him, Wen Qimo was nailed to the cockpit wall by his limbs.
"Very noisy, isn't it?" The tavern owner smiled.
Wen Qimo frowned, glanced at the tavern owner, then at the Ten-Cut Ghost Child standing in front of him with a short blade and a twisted grin, and spoke calmly:
"What you're doing is meaningless. This is just a small plane. Even if you sacrifice me and all the passengers on board, the souls won't be enough to complete the ritual."
"You're right, it's not enough." The tavern owner nodded, casually ejecting the magazine from the gun and reloading it like a bored middle-aged man. "But what if we add the people on the ground?"
Wen Qimo’s face darkened. "You want to crash this plane into a residential area? Are you insane?!"
"To revive the great **Bell Cranel**, sacrificing their lives and souls is their honor." The tavern owner reached out and gently rubbed a palm-sized crystal ball beside him. Inside the crystal ball was a bug the size of a thumbnail, lying motionless as if dead.
The tavern owner looked at the bug with reverence and fanaticism.
"**Bell Cranel**?" Wen Qimo was slightly stunned when he heard the name. "That bug?"
Wen Qimo wasn’t shocked by the bug itself, but by its name—Bell Cranel. That was clearly a Western name, and the Western countries had been swallowed by the fog a hundred years ago.
"A bug?" The tavern owner’s expression changed. He slowly stood up and pressed the gun barrel against Wen Qimo’s chin, speaking seriously, "The great **Bell Cranel** is a powerful mystery from the Western Fog! A master of desire and spirit! In its prime, it could make an entire city’s population kill each other within ten minutes!
A being with such power—how dare a puny Night Watch like you insult it?"
Wen Qimo looked calmly at the tavern owner. "Just a dying bug that escaped from the Western Fog, and you call it great?"
Endless fury flared in the tavern owner’s eyes. Veins bulged on his neck as the gun pressed hard against Wen Qimo’s chin, as if he might pull the trigger at any moment.
After a moment, he slowly lowered the gun and sneered, "Trying to provoke me to disrupt the ritual... You’ve got guts."
The tavern owner walked over to the two pilots, looked down to confirm the plane had reached the target area, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
**3:29 AM.**
"Start slowly cutting off his fingers... Make it slow, let him feel more pain!" The tavern owner turned back and said to the eager Ten-Cut Ghost Child.
The Ten-Cut Ghost Child instantly became excited. Its thin arms gripped the short blade tightly, gesturing over Wen Qimo’s fingers, eyes full of obsession.
Wen Qimo slowly closed his eyes. "Unfortunately, your ritual is destined to fail."
"Oh?" The tavern owner raised an eyebrow. "Planning to commit suicide? Heh, your limbs are completely restrained. Unless you’ve got poison hidden in your mouth, suicide is impossible. Don’t try biting your tongue—that won’t kill you."
"I never thought of suicide." Wen Qimo shook his head. "I just believe in my teammates."
"Teammates? Hahaha..." The tavern owner couldn’t help laughing. "Those idiots are still on the ground, foolishly waiting for me to kill people in the neighborhood. Who’s going to save you?"
"Is that so?" A smile appeared at the corner of Wen Qimo’s mouth.
The next moment, a surge of absolute darkness spread from the wall behind him, instantly enveloping his entire body. The four iron nails piercing his body trembled slightly, then popped out on their own!
The four blood-stained nails spun mid-air and shot toward the tavern owner like lightning!
The tavern owner’s pupils shrank at the bizarre scene. He quickly dodged to the side, but the cockpit was cramped and filled with equipment. After evading three nails, the last one pierced into his forehead, and he collapsed.
Wen Qimo, no longer supported by the nails, fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his hands and feet. Meanwhile, the Ten-Cut Ghost Child, startled, raised its short blade to slash at his hand.
**Beep beep beep—Password correct!**
At that moment, the cockpit’s password lock opened. A frost-covered long sword extended from behind the door and firmly blocked the Ten-Cut Ghost Child’s blade.
An Qingyu, wearing a hood that cast his face in shadow, flicked his wrist and sent the thin Ten-Cut Ghost Child stumbling back several steps. The creature glared at him, baring its teeth.
Lin Qiye walked to Wen Qimo’s side. A sweep of his mental power instantly assessed the injuries—deep wounds, but not fatal. He just couldn’t move for the time being.
"I’m fine." Wen Qimo grimaced in pain but still forced a smile, his gaze falling on the hooded figure. "Who’s that?"
"A friend. A helper I called in," Lin Qiye said after a pause.
An Qingyu raised an eyebrow and whispered, "Since he’s a helper, there should be payment, right?"
Lin Qiye stood up, glanced at the Ten-Cut Ghost Child and the bug in the crystal, and spoke calmly:
"These two corpses—one each."