Chapter 152 Yu Tianlai's Soul

Of course, all this was just seen from the bottom of the eye and was not discovered by that person.

"Yin Hun, do you want to catch this guy?" Conan Doyle seemed to have noticed the direction of the paper crane and asked.

"No, you send someone to follow him closely. I suspect this person has something to do with the person who saved us." Yin Hui said with a laugh.

Conan Doyle nodded and then closed his eyes, but he had long imprinted the person's appearance in his mind.

Because he had noticed that person a long time ago, he was just making excuses.

Huang Crane Tower also walked out of the flight cabin, his whole body was sore and weak, probably because he was scared by the formation just now.

"Yin Hun, you really have it. I didn't expect you to have this trick. I really underestimated you before."

"It's normal." Yin Hui replied indiscriminately, then closed his eyes and rested.

After returning everything, the captain's voice sounded: "Dear passengers, we are now safe and have successfully avoided the airflow vortex. However, for everyone's safety, we will be forced to land at Beijing Nanyuan Airport. But don't worry, we will arrange flights for you as soon as possible to ensure that you can reach your destination as soon as possible."

Everyone on the plane had just returned from the God of Death, and they were talking, as if a nest of mosquitoes were buzzing in their ears. However, most of them were accusations against Ouyang Xue, Huang Helou and Yin Hun. What are the pretending to be posing as the thief, I think it is obviously the real thief.

I was very angry for a moment.

They knew that Yin Hui had just sacrificed his life to save their lives. Not only did these people not thank him, they even spoke irresponsible.

Yin Hui just smiled and didn't take it to heart. Perhaps because he had been used to the feeling of being despised.

When the plane landed safely, the passengers were getting off the bus, but suddenly four young guys rushed up and locked Yin Hui firmly, cursing: "Hmph, dare to hijack the plane, see what the police station will do about you."

"Let her go, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you." Huang Helou pointed an ivory gun in his hand at one of the three: "Get out of here quickly, I'll count to three."

"You..." The three young men were angry but let go of Yin Hui: "What kind of broken plane is this? I want to report it." Then they got off the plane sickly.

Huang Helou smiled bitterly and patted Yin Hui on the shoulder: "These people are so ignorant. We have not encountered such things once or twice. Just get used to them."

Yin Hui nodded. Now he was weak and just wanted to find a place to rest.

However, he still glanced at the scalpel and said, "Scalpel, accompany Ouyang Xue to track the whereabouts of that person. Let's meet at the Beijing Hotel."

The two nodded and then disappeared.

Yin Hui stood up and happened to see the captain coming out of the cockpit.

The captain looked at them with some complex eyes, and then asked, "Young man, what was going on just now? Why don't I understand?"

He smiled faintly: "You don't need to understand."

Conan Doyle made a phone call, and soon after, several police officers came up from outside the plane and walked to the captain: "Captain, two pilots, considering the incident, please ask the two to go to the police station to explain."

The captain nodded.

Conan Doyle added behind her, "Don't worry, just keep it confidential and will not cause any harm or impact on you."

The captain looked at Conan Doyle in confusion, a little confused, and didn't understand his words just now.

After all, what happened just now was a supernatural incident, so the incident could not be spread. The phone call just now was also called by Conan Doyle, who called the person from the National Secretariat Department.

Perhaps the captain thought that the person who took him away was an airport staff member.

"Yin Hun, what should we do? What will we do next?" Conan Doyle actually solicited Yin Hun's opinion, which surprised him.

It is estimated that Conan Doyle worshipped Yin Hui after seeing his ability.

"Let's go to the Beijing Hotel and wait to see where Ouyang Xue and the scalpel are tracking them, and then take action to destroy the criminal officer in one fell swoop."

"Tang Yan, let's go." He grabbed Tang Yan's arm and then walked off the plane.

After a trace of surprise and envy flashed across Conan Doyle and Shen Feifei's faces, they quickly put away their expressions and got off the plane immediately afterwards.

Inside the Beijing Hotel.

The luxurious decoration of the five-star hotel gave Yin Hui an urge to die of old age in this place. This was his first time staying in such a high-end hotel. I wonder how many times better than the dilapidated rental houses of the two of them.

On the luxurious bed in the luxurious room, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei were sleeping in a drowsy face. The rare purity made them feel that the fatigue accumulated over the past few days was so deep that there was no sign of awakening for a whole day and night.

In order not to disturb them and not be disturbed by the criminal officers, Yin Hui insisted on guarding the door, closing his eyes occasionally for a rest, and the movements would wake him up.

The next night, the scalpel and Tang Yan came back in a glorious way.

"What did you discover? Where did that person go?" Yin Hui asked hurriedly when he saw the two of them.

"Do you know where that person lives?" Scalpel panted, then limped to the table, picked up the teapot on the table, and didn't bother to pour it into the cup, but directly held the teapot spout in his mouth and poured it into two mouths.

"You should tell me quickly." Yin Hui was a little anxious, and then turned his attention to Ouyang Xue.

Ouyang Xue was a little scared. She didn't say a word, but her body was trembling and she seemed to be quite frightened.

"What's wrong?" Yin Hui noticed something was wrong and grabbed the teapot from the mouth of the scalpel: "Let me tell you first, where did that person go."

Huang Helou and Conan Doyle, who were awakened by the scalpel and Ouyang Xue's voice, also rushed over. Ouyang Xue was confused when he looked at the dazed Ouyang Xue and focused her eyes on the scalpel.

The scalpel sighed, then said, "You guessed it is true, that person is really a ghost."

Speaking of this, he might have felt dry mouth again, and took a sip and continued, "That guy walked to the grave, probably because he was hungry, so he came out of that body and ate the body alive. Then you said what did we see?"

The scalpel even took a breath.

"What did you see?" several people asked in a hurry.

"After the ghost swallowed the body, he stood up with satisfaction. We took the opportunity to see his face. Guess who we saw?" The scalpel kept silent again.

"Don't keep it aside, tell me quickly, what did you meet?" Huang Helou, a person who had been with the scalpel for so long, could not bear it anymore: "Tell me quickly."

But the scalpel pointed at Ouyang Xue with his fingers, and everyone didn't understand what he meant.
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