Seeing that the situation was wrong, Che Qianzi untied his belt. He stood up and leaned out and said to Sun Desheng, "Fatty, what's going on? What did Old Yang say? You're so scared that your face turned pale..."

Before Sun Desheng could speak, Sima Xiaoliang beside him spoke first, "Yang Xiao said that except for you white-haired people, the rest of the life expectancy in this cabin has been exhausted..."

"You've lived for a long time..." Che Qianzi glanced at Yang Xiao, and saw the white-haired baby face nodding at him and recognized Sima Xiaoliang's words. The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and after he recovered, he said, "Just kidding... Isn't it common for plane bumps? It won't be a plane crash..."

Before he could finish his words, the plane fell down again. This time he even felt weightless, and the little Taoist priest's body floated up in the cabin. However, at this time he had no mood to play and shouted to Yang Xiao: "Can it be cracked?"

Yang Xiao shook his head weakly and said, "This is a sudden incident, and it is inevitable... But they can rest assured that at least after their souls go down, they don't have to wander around like other unsuccessful ghosts. I will take them down and reincarnate..."

At this time, Yang Xiao had already determined that it would cause an air crash soon, so he simply stopped talking. After hearing this, the passengers around him cursed at the baby-faced man. There was no good speech to curse people, but they all said that he was crow-mouthed and should not curse others on the plane...

Yang Xiao didn't know anything with these people who were about to die. After sighing, he turned his head aside and stopped talking. At this time, Shen La also untied his belt and came to Sun Desheng's side, saying, "Great Sage, I don't know what will happen in a while. But I will protect you..."

"Spicy, I appreciate it..." Sun Desheng smiled bitterly and continued, "You are really mean. After waiting for my buddy, I will trouble you with my wife and daughter... It's not me that I'll treat Xiao Wuzi as your biological child, and I will be grateful to you, my buddy..."

When Sun Desheng spoke, the plane fell rapidly again. The passengers who had experienced two times had adapted to it. At this time, the cabin was quiet and the passengers were so scared that they couldn't even speak. After hearing Yang Xiao's prediction of the crash just now, most people believed him, and the timid people had already started to sob.

The flight attendant wanted to comfort these people, but after turning on the radio, she couldn't even say a word. The passengers in the cabin only heard the sound of her teeth fighting up and down...

At this time, Huang Hai walked to Sima Xiaoliang, lay in his ear and whispered something. Looking at the two of them whispering, Sun Desheng reacted and said, "No! Did you two provoke something? What are you doing when you go to Tibet? Not just for a diary, isn't it..."

"Yes..." Sima Xiaoliang nodded after ignoring Huang Hai's dissuasion and continued, "I took a pair of Thangkas in Tibet, which were embroidered statues of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva... After I got them, I knew I was out of my mind. That one was not Thangkas of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but a god and demon golemma depicted by a craftsman in ancient times with human blood... When I flew from Tibet to SH, I struggled thousands of times. I originally hoped that the people from the Poll Bureau could..."

"It's a big deal!" Sun Desheng cursed, covered his head and smiled bitterly, and then said to himself: "Brother, I should listen to Lao Huang, stay in SH and wait for you, beat you up, and walk away better than a plane crash and died in the sky..."

When Fatty Sun spoke, the plane experienced two strong bumps one after another. The luggage rack above the passenger's head was shaken away, and the luggage and other items inside were scattered all over the floor...

Among them is Huanghai's luggage. After it fell to the ground, the suitcase opened and the things inside were scattered everywhere...

Among the pile of clothes, there was a pair of unframed Thangkas. After seeing the Thangkas, Yang Xiao couldn't help but reach out and pick them up and glanced at them, saying, "You call him Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Do you really don't recognize who this is? The above is Kachu, the god of Tibetan plague, and it's really drawn from human blood..."

While speaking, Yang Xiao released a small corpse fire, which instantly burned the Thangka. After the Thangka was burned, the plane's bumpy state improved a lot...
Chapter completed!