Mysticism successor Li Zhi Yi descends the mountain to find her master. The token given to her by her master unexpectedly turns out to be a betrothal gift. Apart from the Gu family patriarch who li...
Zhao Qingmai glanced up at Li Zhiyi, her eyes lighting up. A wicked thought crept into her mind: "This woman has such beautiful skin. I wish I could have it on my face." Zhao Qingmai was on her way to Thailand to find a sorcerer.
She goes to Thailand every three months; this is her third trip, because her youth can only last for three months.
She was originally a Toyota car model. Car models like her are a dime a dozen in any city, nothing special.
However, six months ago, she went to Thailand with a man who bought a car. She had a shaman perform a ritual in Thailand, and her good days began. When she returned, she was promoted by her manager to become a BMW car model. Three months ago, she returned from Thailand for the second time and became a Bentley car model.
"Turning back is the right path."
Upon hearing Li Zhiyi's words, the woman immediately became suspicious. What did she mean by those words?
In an instant, a possibility occurred to her: could this woman in front of her also be a wild car model? The more she looked at Li Zhiyi, the more she seemed like it, because Li Zhiyi was wearing a cheongsam today, which accentuated her figure too perfectly. Only a model could have such a good figure, and the woman's envious eyes were exposed.
Zhao Qingmai's gaze towards Li Zhiyi immediately became even more unfriendly. "A fellow model? You're a car model too?"
"No, I'm telling you, turn back before it's too late, stop being so stubborn."
Li Zhiyi knew that this woman had done too many heinous things. Her trip to Thailand was a death sentence. If she had good intentions, she might still be able to live, but she would never enjoy wealth and honor in this life. All the glory and wealth she had now would leave her.
Clearly, Zhao Qingmai didn't believe Li Zhiyi's words and regarded him as someone who wanted to take her career. She snorted coldly, stood up, and walked past Li Zhiyi with her small bag slung over her shoulder.
Li Zhiyi shook his head; there was no hope.
As we walked, we arrived at the economy class section, which was obviously more chaotic, with a mixed crowd of people, young and old. A two-year-old girl was crying and screaming at the top of her lungs. In the quiet of the night, on the plane, some people were already getting impatient.
An angry man snapped, "Can't you stop her from crying? I can't even get some sleep!"
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm trying to soothe someone..." a middle-aged woman quickly apologized.
However, her apology clearly did not elicit any forgiveness from the other party. The man cursed and swore, uttering a phrase that was considered a national treasure.
The woman dared not argue, because she had gone abroad alone with her child to find her husband and was afraid of getting into a conflict with others. However, she didn't know why her usually well-behaved daughter was crying non-stop and she couldn't soothe her no matter what she did. Seeing that more and more people were complaining about her daughter's crying, she was also on the verge of tears.
Li Zhi walked up to her, gently stroked the little girl's head, and said with a smile, "Don't cry, little girl."
A strange thing happened: the little girl stared blankly at Li Zhiyi, completely forgetting to cry, and then hid back in her mother's arms, never crying again.
The woman said gratefully to Li Zhiyi, "Thank you so much, young lady. My daughter is usually very obedient, but I don't know what's wrong with her today. She's been crying nonstop since just now."
"Well, she's just a little kid, why don't you put her to sleep?"
Li Zhi walked past the woman and looked around. He realized that someone on the plane had brought an evil object with them. The things outside the window had been attracted by this evil object. The little girl had been crying because she was frightened by the things outside the window!
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When Gu Nianzhi realized that her sister-in-law hadn't returned, she quickly went to find her brother. "Brother, where did my sister-in-law go? I've looked all over business class and can't find her."
"I'll go take a look." Gu Siye stood up.
Fu Yanche also got up: "I'm going too. Is your sister-in-law curious? Did you go to economy class?"
The group headed towards the economy class to find Li Zhiyi. When the flight attendant saw them walking towards the back, she quickly stopped them, saying, "Sir, you can let me know if you need anything or need any help, but you can't just wander around."
"Move aside, we need to find my sister-in-law."
The flight attendant didn't dare to interfere too much, so she went to her chief purser.
As soon as they arrived in economy class, they heard Li Zhiyi arguing with a man. The man was so angry that his veins were bulging, and he looked extremely furious and wanted to hit someone.
Fearing that her sister-in-law would be taken advantage of, Gu Nianzhi hurriedly shouted, "Sister-in-law, we're here!"
Upon seeing this, the man realized that the woman wasn't alone and had an accomplice, so he quickly hugged the bag even tighter.
"What's going on?" Gu Siye was surprised that she would argue with such a big, burly man, and even come to this economy class.
"She brought evil things; she wants to kill everyone."
As soon as Li Zhiyi spoke, everyone was wide awake and looked at the man with a scrutinizing, incredulous gaze.
The man felt incredibly guilty under her gaze, but he still stubbornly insisted, "What nonsense are you spouting, woman? I don't understand."
"Miss Li, what's going on?" Fu Yanche asked curiously.
Just then someone shouted, "The flight attendant is here!"
Although the flight attendant didn't believe in any supernatural things, she sensed something was amiss when Li Zhi spoke with such conviction and the man was tightly protecting his bag.
The flight attendant immediately called for an air marshal, a retired soldier. Upon seeing the man's flustered expression, the air marshal immediately asked him to open his backpack.
"Hello sir, I am an air marshal on this plane. For everyone's safety, we have the right to ask you to open your backpack for inspection. Please cooperate with our work."
The man refused to cooperate and angrily said, "I don't care who you are, I'm not going to open my backpack for you to see. There were no problems when I went through airport security, so I can sue you for defamation."
Someone chimed in, "Then do you dare to open the bag you're carrying and let everyone see it?"
"Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are?" There was no way he could open his bag, not even if he died.
"So, are you feeling guilty?" Li Zhiyi's words were infuriating.
The man knew he had been tricked by this meddlesome woman today. His eyes changed, and he reached into his bag, pulled out something, and threw it at Li Zhiyi's face.
Li Zhiyi seemed to know he would do this, and whether it was because she reacted quickly or not, no one saw how she dodged, but she simply slipped to the side.
The object fell to the ground; it was a dark, indistinct lump of something. The moment it hit the ground, it seemed to move slightly.
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