Song Wanchun led me through the terminal. From a distance, I saw a business jet already parked in the departure area.
Soon, we sat down in the cabin. With a huge roar, the business jet rose into the sky and flew towards the capital.
In the cabin, I sat near the porthole, looking at the white clouds outside, feeling uncertain.
Song Wanchun was sitting opposite me, and he wanted to talk to me from time to time, but I responded to him in the shortest possible language, nonchalantly.
This guy killed Jin Moyan and silenced him at a critical moment, but I have not forgotten it.
I knew in my heart that he and we couldn't be on the same front, so naturally I didn't bother to pay too much attention.
Song Wanchun's bodyguards were sitting not far behind me, all sitting upright, staring at me eagerly.
As if they were afraid that I would jump out of the plane and run away.
Song Wanchun originally wanted to get some information about the Yin Yang Association from me, but seeing that I remained cold and unable to get any useful information, he had no choice but to give up.
The plane passed through the troposphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters and kept flying at a constant speed. According to the current speed, it would take less than three hours to reach the capital.
Seeing that it was still early, I crossed my arms, closed my eyes slightly, and planned to take a rest.
But suddenly, with a loud click, the plane began to tremble violently.
I opened my eyes suddenly, only to see that it was already dark outside the window at some point, as if I had entered the dark midnight from day to moment.
Thick bolts of lightning flashed past the eyes, like random electric currents, which made people dazzled!
Bursts of muffled thunder rang in my ears, and every sound of thunder caused the plane to tremble violently, as if it were a ship in the middle of strong winds and huge waves.
Such a severe thunderstorm is likely to cause the plane to crash out of control, or even disintegrate in the air!
Song Wanchun turned pale with fright. He squatted on the ground, grabbed the armrest of the seat, and kept yelling at the cockpit.
Several bodyguards were also shaking violently and staggering around, and they couldn't care less about monitoring me.
I didn't panic, I just sat in my seat and held the Qiankun bag tightly.
I had already made up my mind. If the plane disintegrated in the air, I would hide directly in the Yin-Yang Road world of Qiankun Bag.
That is a world in another dimension. Even if the plane explodes, it will not affect that space.
As for people like Song Wanchun, I don't have the slightest fondness for them, so there is no need to rescue them.
However, I still underestimated the pilot's skills. After some emergency operations on his part, the plane actually passed through the thunderstorm turbulence and entered a safe airspace.
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Seeing that the plane had passed through the thunderstorm area and had stabilized, Song Wanchun couldn't help but let out a long breath and collapsed on the ground.
"how so……"
He murmured: "We had already planned the flight route before departure. How could a thunderstorm suddenly appear?"
I said calmly: "A hundred years of catastrophe is approaching, and strange phenomena occur frequently in the heaven and earth. This is not something difficult to understand."
Song Wanchun was stunned for a moment. When he saw that I was still sitting in my seat, he suddenly realized how embarrassed he was.
He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and sat down opposite me.
"It's really admirable that Mr. Cheng can remain calm despite such a crisis."
"By the way, when it comes to the hundred-year catastrophe, I wonder what Mr. Cheng thinks?"
"What do you think?"
Song Wanchun explained: "After a hundred years of catastrophe, the evil spirits of the underworld and the god of death in the wilderness will come to the world to harm one party."
"In addition, we have received information that the immortals overseas will also intervene. At that time, Yangshi will be attacked from both sides, isolated and helpless, and will fall into an extremely dangerous situation."
"I don't know, does Mr. Cheng have any good ideas to help Yang Shi survive the catastrophe?"
I shook my head directly: "There is no good way."
"If we want to survive the catastrophe successfully, mankind can only save itself."
"As long as hundreds of millions of people can unite as one, I believe that no matter whether it is the evil ghost, the god of death in the wilderness, or the overseas immortals, there will be nothing to fear."
Song Wanchun curled his lips and said disdainfully: "You said it quite lightly..."
"I have heard that those gods of death in the endless wilderness have strange shapes and powerful powers. They are not existences that humans can compete with."
"Coupled with the assistance of sinister evil spirits and overseas immortals, I am afraid that mankind will face the crisis of extinction..."
I glanced at him: "What do you mean, Mr. Song?"
"I think that maybe we don't have to fight and kill those monsters. We can communicate with each other. If they want to occupy the world, they don't necessarily have to kill all the humans."
"As long as certain concessions can be made, perhaps both parties can find a basis for common survival..."
After the thunderstorm just now, Song Wanchun was not as arrogant as before, and just said in a low voice.
"You mean, let humans surrender without a fight?"
My pupils shrank suddenly, and an invisible murderous aura spread out instantly.
Song Wanchun was so frightened that he trembled and quickly explained: "I, I didn't mean that, it's just..."
"Whether it is the evil ghost in the underworld, the god of death in the wilderness, or the immortal overseas, they do not belong to this world. Why should I, the great China, give up my own land to others?"
"Even if humans compromise and gain the right to survive through surrender and concessions, they can only be second-class citizens under the rule of those monsters."
"As a result, hundreds of millions of our people will inevitably live under darkness and oppression, and will never be able to get ahead."
"Master Song, you are considered a high-ranking figure in the officialdom, how can you be timid before fighting and gain the prestige of others!"
My words were unceremonious and mixed with a release of energy.
Song Wanchun and the bodyguards were so oppressed that they couldn't even raise their heads.
Listening to my reprimand, Song Wanchun blushed and became speechless.
"I hope this is just your temporary remark and not an official attitude!"
After leaving these words, I turned to look out the window and ignored Song Wanchun.
What I did just now made Song Wanchun aware of my methods. Although his face was filled with resentment, he didn't say anything more.
However, Song Wanchun is the representative of the Inspector General, and his statement just now made me realize that this is very likely the attitude of the Inspector General when facing a century-old catastrophe.
If the top officials of the government are all capitulators like this, then I don’t think I need to participate in this imperial meeting, or even continue to cooperate with the officials.
For the rest of the flight, Song Wanchun did not dare to disturb me anymore, and the cabin remained rarely quiet.
An hour later, the plane finally landed at the Beijing Airport.
When I walked out of the waiting room, a jeep with military plates was already waiting outside.
