Chapter 245

Chapter 245

"… our entire crew will serve you wholeheartedly. We wish you a pleasant journey. Thank you."

The flight attendant bowed eerily, almost dropping her eyeballs, but she quickly caught them and put them back in place.

The remnants of the crashed plane were naturally all unfortunate spirits, with minor injuries being quite normal.

Despite this, the flight attendants still maintained their elegant demeanor and gentle smiles, working diligently and meticulously, always living up to their uniforms.

Ji Xinghai couldn't help but want to give them a thumbs up: "From now on, I'll work for them at 007, with fair wages."

However, the eerie passengers were not moved by the professionalism of the flight attendants. Although they followed the script, their terrified eyes darted around: "Not this one, not that one, none of them."

Even though it was still the same plane, suddenly all the crew members had changed—a change never seen before.

Even as eerie beings, they could sense the impending storm.

"Flight? I was chosen? How did I get chosen?"

"I want to get off! Open the door!"

During the flight attendant's announcement, the human who triggered the eerie plane appeared.

Saying "triggered" isn't quite right; the eerie plane randomly selects humans within the city limits, thirteen at a time. With Ji Xinghai and Qin Yu added, it became fifteen. These fifteen people were like sacrificial offerings.

"Sir, please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt; the plane is about to take off." The flight attendant came to remind them.

The survivor frantically trying to open the cabin door ignored her; he wanted to escape and leave the plane immediately, disregarding everything else. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open the door, and he broke down crying, knowing he was doomed.

No one who boarded this plane ever returned alive.

A life of comfort and happiness always comes at a price, such as weakness or random sacrifices.

The crying by the cabin door hadn't stopped when another disturbance arose from the seats. One person, overwhelmed by fear, drank poison and fell into a 'sleep' with a flushed face.

It seemed they had prepared the poison long ago and had made peace with their fate, allowing them to pass away peacefully.

This further intensified the fear of the others, beads of sweat breaking out on their pale faces: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

One of them crawled towards the rear cabin door, trying to open it, but no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge. So he turned his attention to the window.

The plane's windows are double-layered and highly secure, but if someone had a hammer, even the best defense would be compromised.

In an emergency, the eerie flight attendant kicked him unconscious.

This plane must not have any issues; any problems would mean death.

"The plane is about to take off. Please turn off your electronic devices and fasten your seatbelts. For your safety, we recommend keeping your seatbelt fastened during takeoff."

The impatient eerie flight attendant eventually stopped trying to persuade those who had lost their composure. She walked over with a smile, struck the person's neck with the edge of her hand, and dragged them to their seat, fastening the seatbelt.

The lights dimmed, leaving only some indicator lights on, and the plane began to take off.

Ji Xinghai, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, sensing an invisible force scanning the entire plane.

After three thorough checks, the plane showed no signs of potential malfunctions. The survivors, now under the 'help' of the flight attendants, were seated properly with their seatbelts fastened and all electronic devices turned off.

Ji Xinghai felt that force reluctantly flow along the plane's curves, but it found nothing.

The plane took off smoothly after a slight bump, entering the stratosphere. Out of the original fifteen survivors, all fifteen survived.

But the survivors didn't realize they had passed the first hurdle; they continued to lament their fate, hearing suppressed sobs behind them. The passengers in front acted according to the script, but their restless eyes betrayed their true emotions.

"Did it actually take off? Did it really take off successfully? No one died?" The expressions of these passengers were as if they had seen a ghost.

Amidst this strange atmosphere, Ji Xinghai put on his eye mask and continued to rest.

The reasons for a plane crash include mechanical failure, improper operation by the crew, weather, bird strikes, collisions, and hijackings. Now, the first two possibilities had been ruled out, leaving only weather, bird strikes, collisions, and hijackings.

According to Qin Yu's analysis, this plane was flying internationally and needed to travel for eight hours. The likely accident-prone areas were not here—assuming it still followed basic rules.

After an unknown amount of time, the plane experienced noticeable turbulence, and Ji Xinghai woke up.

The flight attendant pushed a cart, offering high-quality service. Ji Xinghai asked for a cup of coffee, which helped him perk up slightly with its bitter aroma.

Qin Yu waited until Ji Xinghai transitioned quickly from resting to being alert before explaining the situation: "The plane has just entered a cumulonimbus cloud, causing strong turbulence."

"Oh." Ji Xinghai wasn't too worried; such clouds weren't uncommon, and the new captain had decades of safe flying experience, capable of handling it well.

But this also indicated that the plane was taking action.

Sure enough, the plane experienced continuous turbulence. As it passed through the thick cumulonimbus cloud, lightning and hail could be seen.

The flight attendants' expressions tightened, and they instinctively turned on the intercom, instructing passengers to fasten their seatbelts and calmly explaining the current situation.

Their professional demeanor was evident in this moment.

Unknowns can amplify fear, but explaining the situation scientifically and rigorously can effectively alleviate passengers' anxiety.

At least the survivors in the back calmed down, thinking it was just minor turbulence, not a big deal.

But the eerie passengers in the front were flustered; they were supposed to play their roles, such as questioning, panicking, or arguing.

But because the flight attendants handled the situation so quickly, standing up and loudly questioning or panicking seemed odd.

"So, should we... act or not?"

"... What do you think?"

The eerie passengers awkwardly began their performance without any props, the flight attendant remained indifferent, while Ji Xinghai wanted to laugh.

The captain in the cockpit was unaware of the situation behind him and piloted the plane as if it were an extension of his own arm. Under the skillful control of the experienced pilot, the massive aircraft nimbly avoided all obstacles and quickly flew out of the cumulonimbus cloud.

Even when the light from outside shone through the window onto their faces, the eerie passengers still hadn't reacted.

'Di-did we just get through that?'

Those who had died countless times suddenly felt like fools.

Looking at their stunned faces, Ji Xinghai gently turned the ring on his finger: "If only we had a crew that was responsible and skilled, there would be so much less trouble. I can do without the plane, but I need to keep these people."

Later, they encountered another deviation from the flight path, but the captain, who was familiar with this route, quickly adjusted, so the plane did not deviate according to the script and collide with other planes. Unknowingly, they passed another challenge.

After repeated failures, the mysterious force became agitated and directed a flock of large birds to charge towards them.

These birds were densely packed and large, posing a significant risk of damaging the plane's windows and engines upon collision. But because they were already quite close, using deterrents seemed too late.

A serious expression finally appeared on the captain's face.

Just as he was racking his brain for a solution, a swarm of giant yellowjackets suddenly appeared in front of the plane. Each of these yellowjackets was the size of a fist, flew extremely fast, and was unaffected by the high-altitude low pressure, cold temperatures, and thin air.

They charged into the bird flock like fireworks, one yellowjacket per bird, eliminating the entire flock in a second.

With the speed of the plane, those one or two seconds brought the swarm of yellowjackets right before their eyes.

Though smaller than the birds, the yellowjackets were still numerous and dense. If they collided, the flight would end prematurely. The captain now relied solely on the double-pane glass of the cockpit being sturdy enough.

Unexpectedly, just as they were about to collide, the swarm of yellowjackets mysteriously vanished without a trace. The plane passed through their afterimage and continued flying forward.

The threat of the bird flock ended inexplicably.

However, the mysterious force was not deterred and devised another plan. So, as soon as the bird crisis was over, several special individuals among the eerie passengers, holding scripts, prepared to start their performance.

They exchanged secret signals, silently discussing which ones would go to the cockpit to hold the captain hostage and which ones would stay to control the cabin personnel.

The excited hostage-takers exchanged glances, thinking they finally had a chance to shine and couldn't help but want to do better.

Why were they so excited despite having scripts?

Emmm...

In the past few years, most flights disintegrated shortly after takeoff. Even if they managed to survive, they still faced cumulonimbus clouds and deviations from the flight path. Even if some extraordinary humans managed to defy fate, there was always the death bird flock waiting.

No matter how you looked at it, it never came down to them. Thus, heroes had no place to display their skills.

And now, the opportunity had come!

Hostage-taker Number One, unable to contain his excitement, was about to stand up when a soft blanket with a strange fragrance covered him. The flight attendant smiled sweetly, "Sir, your blanket."

After the fragrant breeze passed, Hostage-taker Number One was already sound asleep against the back of his seat.

No breathing? No breathing was normal; they were eerie beings, and eerie beings didn't breathe while sleeping.

The flight attendant glanced at Number Two beside him. Number Two, trembling, covered himself with a corner of the blanket under her watchful gaze: "I'll do it myself, myself."

Then, he cupped his face with both hands and turned 180 degrees, also 'sleeping.'

At the same time, the other flight attendants provided their caring service. Under their care, the passengers fell asleep one by one, each with excellent sleep quality, falling asleep instantly without snoring.

The eight-hour flight passed uneventfully. Although they encountered heavy fog upon landing, a strange wind blew it away, allowing the plane to land safely and reach its destination.

Ji Xinghai looked out the window and realized they had returned to the previous airport.

The mysterious force watched hatefully as the flight attendant opened the cabin door: "They got lucky this time..."

As soon as the door opened halfway, a mouth formed from the energy in the air swallowed the entire plane along with the mysterious force, spitting out a few bewildered survivors.

White mist swirled above the airport, as if something was angrily watching from there.

Ji Xinghai raised an eyebrow: "Without a death plane, yet causing the whole city to stir. This place still hides many secrets."

"You have defeated the S-level eerie domain 'Death Flight.' Do you wish to bind it as an employee of the Magic Food House?"

"Yes."

"Magic Food House: LV66

"Newly bound employee 'Death Flight.'

"Newly unlocked dish: Laba Porridge.

**Death Flight:**

An S-level eerie domain known as the never-landing Death Flight. It includes every air disaster in history, providing a thrilling, unforgettable one-way journey.

**Laba Porridge:**

Originally a simple porridge made from red beans, it evolved by continuously consuming new ingredients, adding rice, glutinous rice, vegetables, carrots, soybeans, peanuts, and more. High-quality ingredients, simply cooked, create a delicious meal that balances flavor and nutrition. Consuming it randomly avoids a death crisis within eight hours after eating.

Price: 188 Eerie Coins.

'The Death Flight' was 'acquired' one minute ago and has been equipped with a new crew, transforming into a high-quality in-flight dining platform called 'Sky Garden.'

This platform will continue its tradition of randomly selecting 'hungry but wealthy individuals' from around the world, bringing them to the Sky Garden, and providing paid dining services.

'Sky Garden' currently has 188 seats, consumes 1,000 Eerie Coins per hour, and has a signal range of 1,000 kilometers.

Due to the significant energy consumption, there is a service fee of 10 Mysterious Coins per hour for dining in the 'Sky Garden', with any duration less than an hour rounded up to one hour.

If you have other needs, please upgrade as soon as possible.

He clicked on ‘Sky Garden’, and a small three-dimensional model appeared.

It was a super-large aircraft shaped like a fried egg, with a transparent half-spherical safety dome covering a tiny restaurant inside that could accommodate exactly 188 seats.

A platform for aerial dining within a 1,000-kilometer radius, requiring neither phones nor entry tickets?

Even if the trip to the Gate City were to end here, it would be entirely worth the price of admission.

The smile had not yet faded from Ji Xinghai's face when a new global broadcast appeared:

"Through the relentless efforts of the students, the global survival rate has increased, advancing the theme ‘End the Time Loop’ by 35.66%. We hope all students continue their efforts to achieve greater glory together."