Night’s Nomenclature

Chapter 966: Fainting

Hu Family Group’s private jet rapidly ascended. Qing Chen sat on the sofa in the cabin, gazing out the window, lost in thought.

He didn’t even notice the crew whispering.

“Hurry, hurry, didn’t you say you dream about him every day? You’ve finally seen him again, don’t miss this chance.”

“Yes, such a good opportunity, ordinary people won’t encounter it in a lifetime.”

A few minutes later, a flight attendant knelt beside Qing Chen, forcing a beautiful smile: “Mr. Qing, may I help you put this bag away?”

Qing Chen stopped her with a gesture: “No need, this bag can’t be touched.”

The flight attendant curiously examined the backpack, feeling it was strange. There was an extra loop on the outside, she didn’t know what it was for.

It looked more like a parachute bag?

Who would bring a parachute bag on a plane? Was he planning to jump off if the plane crashed? …Thinking of this, the flight attendant shivered, remembering a previous harrowing experience.

Qing Chen softly reassured her: “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” He placed the parachute bag on the seat beside him and lowered his head to continue looking at his phone.

“You seem troubled?” the flight attendant softly asked.

Qing Chen nodded: “Many friends have left. Go ahead, I want to be alone for a while.”

The private jet had internet access.

At this time, Outer World news media had begun reporting on Li Yunshou. Some believed the Li Clan had betrayed the East Continent Federation, others thought Li Yunshou was a coward.

Their information was outdated and didn’t reflect the current situation.

Qing Chen carefully read the reports and instructed the Guardians’ Union to contact the media to clarify some false reports.

He didn’t want Li Yunshou to be posthumously slandered, even in the Outer World.

Seeing Qing Chen’s unwillingness to continue the conversation, the flight attendant returned to the galley dejectedly.

The other flight attendants whispered: “You gave up too easily, go talk to him again.”

The flight attendant hesitated for a long time: “Talk about what? We don’t seem to have anything in common.”

A slightly older senior crew member whispered: “How do you know unless you try? Others can’t even see him, yet you’ve met him twice and haven’t said anything. Are you content?”

The flight attendant thought for a long time, finally sighing: “It’s useless, we’re not from the same world.”

Once, they thought “not from the same world” was just a line used by the leads in TV dramas to break up. But when they encountered someone like Qing Chen, they understood that his experiences were completely different from theirs.

You could never relate to his experiences, even standing face to face, you wouldn’t know what to say, a huge gap existed between them.

A gap you wouldn’t see normally, only when you get close, can you feel it.

A cough came from the cabin. All the flight attendants looked, even through the curtain, they could feel Qing Chen’s pain and exhaustion.

“Is he injured? I heard there’s been a war in the Inner World lately.”

“Maybe he’s sick.”

“Didn’t they say Metahumans don’t get sick? He’s the strongest one.”

The coughing suddenly stopped, someone felt something was wrong.

The flight attendant’s face changed, she lifted the curtain and rushed into the cabin. Qing Chen was lying on the floor, unconscious.

Qing Chen’s face was pale, with traces of blood on his lips.

This near-death state was definitely not feigned; Qing Chen had no reason to pretend in front of them.

“Mr. Qing!” someone exclaimed.

But as they tried to approach, Qing Chen opened his eyes and calmly said: “Step back, don’t get closer.”

His eyes were cold and merciless, golden lightning flowing deep within his pupils.

As if anyone who got closer would really die.

Qing Chen usually seemed fine, if he wasn’t coughing up blood, many wouldn’t notice his cancer.

But now it was different, he only had a week, half a month left. When he fainted, his body activated its self-preservation mechanism.

If anyone approached him now, they would really die.

The flight attendants stopped abruptly.

The next second, Qing Chen struggled to get up from the ground, smiling as he wiped his lips, then looked at the blood stain on his clothes: “Did I scare you? Sorry, you are innocent, thank you for your hard work.”

Then, Qing Chen picked up his backpack: “Continue on the scheduled route.”

“What about Mr. Qing?” the flight attendant asked.

Qing Chen walked to the galley, lifted the carpet, revealing a passage to the equipment and baggage compartments. He calmly said: “I’ll stay in the baggage compartment alone. Remember, no one is allowed to come down.”

The flight attendant asked: “Mr. Qing, but your condition seems very serious. Should we make an emergency landing and get you medical treatment?”

Qing Chen smiled: “No need, I know my condition, I don’t have time.”

The flight attendants looked at each other, they had never encountered such a situation.

Since becoming Qing Chen’s crew, their lives had become bizarre.

After Qing Chen disappeared into the passage and closed the door, the senior crew member sighed: “The outside world thinks he’s glamorous and at the peak of his life, who would have thought he was bearing all this.”

“He must have had a tough journey.”

The plane continued to fly towards North America. When it reached the Caribbean Sea, it began to descend slowly, preparing to land at the Guatemala airport.

Qing Chen sat in the darkness of the baggage compartment, coughing and recalling his experiences after his time travel.

He heard what the flight attendants said, but he didn’t think his life was that tough.

Instead, at this moment, he genuinely felt that there were so many beautiful things in the Inner World, and that was why he protected that land.

At this time, the plane descended from 12 kilometers to 8 kilometers. Qing Chen suddenly took out his goggles from his backpack, put them on, and pulled open the baggage compartment’s safety latch.

Sunlight shone in.

An alarm sounded in the cockpit: Cabin air pressure leak! Cabin air pressure leak! Cabin pressure decreasing! The flight attendants anxiously asked what to do, where was the leak, but the captain glanced at the flight plan: “Don’t worry, we’re landing soon, there’s no danger.”

The senior crew member said: “But Mr. Qing is in the baggage compartment, could it be a problem there? He will suffocate. Emergency landing, let’s find a place to land first.”

The captain shook his head: “My orders are, no matter what happens, the route cannot be changed.”