On March 31st, it was twelve o'clock noon.

This is an extremely rare feast.

Because there is no fixed place for the feast, and no specific escape method is given.

The only clue that the six people knew was the phrase "On the day the Buddha disappears, all things die. The date of death is fixed, and the reversal to survive."

So, after a group discussion last night, Yijiaoxianren, Garuda Luo, Yayoi Amemiya, Ibuki Yuzuru, Green Faced Ghost, and Beauty made the same decision - not to meet each other.

There is no need to huddle together to survive, because there are no requirements, so the flexibility of this sacrificial banquet is very high.

Everyone can take their own means to spend this festival.

However... they can also realize that the higher the degree of freedom, the greater the difficulty.

Yayoi Amemiya and Ibuki Yuzuru didn't go anywhere, they temporarily stayed in the rented room. This festival called "The Day of Buddha's Extinction" lasted for seven days. On the first day, they decided to observeAfter a while, if something strange happens when they stay at home, they will go to another place, a place that the two of them have already thought about.

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Two twenty in the afternoon.

The weather in Japan is good today.

A passenger plane that departed from Tokyo Airport to Los Angeles was carrying more than 300 passengers.

Chiyo Masayoshi, or rather a fairy, was sitting in the business class, looking at the clouds outside through the window.

The feast has begun.

Since there are no requirements for this sacrificial feast, he will use his own way to escape from it.

Although distance cannot be an obstacle to stop ghosts, but after his whereabouts disappeared in Japan, I believe that even if ghosts want to find him, it is not so simple.

What's more... even if the ghost can perceive his position at any time, but... there are six people at this festival.

Will it leave the five people in Japan alone and go abroad to find itself first?

Possibly, but definitely not high.

He doesn't need to be absolute, just a little possibility is enough.

In the face of Specter, the slightest possibility may be the difference between life and death.

At this time, a flight attendant walked over with a smile.

"Sir, do you need a drink?"

"A glass of ice American, thank you."

Chiyo replied straightly.

Just like Yuzuru Ibuki's guess, he is indeed a sumo wrestler. This profession has very strict requirements on diet, and most people can't even bear the way of eating sumo.

After a while, the coffee he asked for arrived.

Chiyo Masayoshi nodded his thanks to the flight attendant. He just took the coffee and brought it to his lips. At this moment... his hands trembled, and he saw that the black coffee turned into red blood!

"boom"

The coffee cup fell to the ground and didn't shatter, but the coffee was spilled on the ground, and he also got a little on his body.

"Sir, are you all right?"

The flight attendant did not look at the cup of coffee that fell to the ground, but asked him about his condition for the first time.

Chiyo Masao shook his head, his chest heaving up and down, his heart beating very violently.

It's coming... it's coming!

The Specter of "The Day of the Buddha's Extinction" was the first to choose himself...

Despair is growing.

Why?

Why am I the first?

Seeing that he didn't answer, the flight attendant started to clean up the spilled coffee.

Chiyo looked straight down, the coffee had not changed...it was still rich black.

But he didn't believe that he was dazzled just now.

The moment he bowed his head just now, the liquid in that cup... definitely wouldn't be coffee.

"Sir, do you need to go to the bathroom to clean up?"

The flight attendant's question made Chiyo Masayoshi shake his head again and again: "No, I don't need it, just give me some tissues."

He's not stupid. He went to the private, personal, independent space like the bathroom when he knew something strange happened. Isn't this courting death?

What's more, even if he didn't see the coffee turning into blood just now, Chiyo Masayoshi was prepared to never go to the bathroom before getting off the plane, even though it was at least twelve hours...

But in order to survive, even if he didn't go to the toilet for a day, he could hold on.

At this time, Chiyo Masayoshi suddenly had an idea, if the flight attendant kept standing by his side, the danger would be less, right?

Although the gathering of the crowd will not affect the Specter of the red-level sacrificial banquet, at least he will feel more at ease with someone around.

"Miss, please stay by my side until you get off the plane, okay?"

Chiyo's request for integrity was very strange, which made the flight attendant look embarrassed.

Soon he also realized something and explained: "I have symptoms of hypoglycemia, and I am worried about when I will faint, so..."

The flight attendant was stunned, nodded, and said, "Please don't worry, sir, I will always pay attention to your situation. If you have low blood sugar... Do you need chocolate?"

Chiyo Masaru refused: "No, no need, I'm losing weight recently."

After the flight attendant briefly left with the cleaning tools, Chiyo Masayoshi began to fidgeting.

He also didn't know if the phenomenon just now was an omen that a ghost was nearby, or an illusion caused by the pressure caused by the curse entanglement.

Flying from Japan to the other side of the ocean is an extremely long journey. Even by plane, it takes more than ten hours.

In order to cope with the next week's feast, Chiyo Masayoshi forced himself to fall asleep very early last night.

I don't know if the psychological cues played a role. The psychological state of fear and anxiety on the eve of the sacrificial feast would have made it difficult to fall asleep, but he slept well last night.

However, even if the quality of sleep was good, the tense nerves since he woke up in the morning made him feel a little tired at the moment.

Chiyo Masamo cheered up, he knew he couldn't sleep, the ghost might be nearby, if he fell asleep at this time, he was giving it a chance to attack...

After looking around, Chiyo Masao took out the folding TV under the armrest of the seat.

He randomly chose a movie he hadn't seen, and clicked to play it.

Where is the way out for this sacrificial feast?

Although his eyes were looking at the screen, Chiyo's Masaobu's brain was running at full speed.

Although from the outside, everyone thinks that he is a physical person, in fact, whether it is a sumo wrestling match or a feast for survival, his mind is better than his body.

On the day the Buddha dies, all things will die. The date of death has been set, reverse to survive.

In a literal sense, it can only be interpreted as the day when the Buddha dies, everything in the world will die, the time of death has been determined, and only by reversing death can we survive.

It's just nonsense...

Could it be that... the time of my death has been determined?

However, even if I am the first person to die, why is there no hint about the time of death at all...

Just as he was thinking this way, Chiyo Makoto's eyes suddenly changed.

What is this movie...?

He looked at the picture on the screen, which was a surveillance-like, condescending picture.

In the picture, a man is sitting on a seat, watching a folding TV carried by the armrest of the seat...

Is that person not me?

Chiyo Masashi's heart stopped suddenly, and a strong panic surged up.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked up, at that high angle on the screen!