With the broadcast sound.

Passengers boarded one by one.

The plane slowly tilted, ran, and spread its wings.

Buzz!

Blue torrent particles ejected from the rear.

Under the huge thrust, the entire aircraft suddenly took off, rushing towards the distant horizon.

Wow!

The slight vibration seemed to frighten the children in the cabin.

Sitting in a row of seats to the right front of Li Cheng颐, a haggard woman in black was constantly soothing the baby in her arms, trying to stop him from crying.

Sitting next to her, a little boy was playing with a Rubik's Cube with his head down, without saying a word. They were sitting by the aisle and looked like a family.

But the little boy didn't even lift his head, as if he was used to the baby's crying.

The crying continued.

It had been going on for a full half hour and was still loud.

The woman in black stood up embarrassedly and apologized to the surrounding passengers.

"If you can't control your child, don't bring him out, okay? It's affecting everyone's rest! How can you be so shameless!"

"Is he hungry? Give him something to eat and see?"

"I have a toy here, want to try it?"

Finally, some of the surrounding passengers began to speak.

Li Cheng颐 looked at the stable clouds outside the window, wondering what would happen to him if he fell from this height.

Could he survive intact?

He didn't know if the Zihua Hualin Yi's (Wisteria Flower Scale Armor) jet flight could last that long.

Although he could fly, it was only for a short distance and not very high. And he couldn't sustain it for long.

The crying was still going on.

The flight attendant gave the child several toys and some food, but none of it worked.

The mother and daughter sitting across from Li Cheng颐 also couldn't stand it anymore.

One was looking at the news on her phone, and the other simply put earplugs in her ears to block out the noise.

Click.

He unbuckled his seat belt, got up to take a look, and walked out of his seat.

From this angle, he could see that the baby in the black-clothed woman's arms was crying with tears and snot all over his face.

Three flight attendants and two other passengers were trying to calm the baby down, but nothing worked.

Li Cheng颐 walked closer.

"Perhaps he just wants some kind of comfort. Not the kind that toys can provide."

As he spoke, he gently tapped in front of the baby.

Snap.

A crisp snap of fingers.

The baby stopped crying, seemingly attracted by his finger, staring at him blankly with his big eyes.

"You see, it's better now."

Li Cheng颐 smiled, and an invisible Glaring Force Field was condensed into a line, gently stroking the baby's body.

Gradually, the baby's eyes narrowed, his head tilted slightly, and then in less than ten seconds, he quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The people around him gasped in surprise.

This baby, who was so difficult to deal with, was actually solved so easily with a flick of a finger.

The three flight attendants breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and bowed slightly to Li Cheng颐 to express their gratitude.

The woman in black also gave him a grateful look.

Although some of the onlookers were curious about what method he used, most of them were relieved. No matter what method, as long as it achieved the goal.

"How did you do it?" The little boy sitting by the aisle suddenly asked.

He looked only seven or eight years old, but his serious expression made him seem like a little adult.

A black jacket, a plaid shirt, jeans, some yellowish-black short hair, and a few small pimples left on his face.

This was the boy's entire getup to look somewhat mature.

"When my brother cries, only my dad can calm him down. You are the first, and only, outsider who can do it," the boy said softly.

"Perhaps it's because he likes me more?" Li Cheng颐 smiled.

"Impossible. There must be something on your hand?" the boy guessed.

"Maybe," Li Cheng颐 said, "Actually, I'm a third-rate magician, and I'm about to go to Sutan to perform my personal reincarnation show. So comforting children is too easy for me."

"Magician? You don't look like one." The boy shook his head. "Magicians have a lot of props, and they dress very carefully, needing empty spaces to hide the props. But I saw very clearly just now that you have nothing on your hands, and you don't even have sleeves."

"You observe very carefully." Li Cheng颐 was a little surprised. It was indeed not bad for a seven- or eight-year-old child to have such observation skills.

"No, it's just because my dad is also a magician," the boy replied.

"Is that so? That's quite a coincidence." Li Cheng颐 smiled. "Then why didn't he come with you?"

"He stopped being a magician later," the boy said. "He joined the army. To kill the bad guys from Bai Xing (White Star)."

"Is that so? That's also very good." Li Cheng颐 smiled. "But Sutan is not a safe place. You should have another adult with you."

"Actually, my dad came with us too." The boy shrugged and patted a black box he was holding in his arms. "Here, he's in here."

The smile on Li Cheng颐's face slowly faded. He glanced at the box in the boy's arms, which seemed to be an exquisite metal urn.

He didn't say anything more, just ruffled the boy's short hair.

"Do you really know magic?" the boy asked again. "Magicians are rarely as strong as you."

"What do you think?" Li Cheng颐 suddenly stretched out his right hand and flipped it over.

Snap.

A white paper cup suddenly appeared in his hand.

The paper cup was tossed up and balanced on the tip of his index finger, then with a gentle shake.

Chirp.

The entire paper cup was suddenly cut into three even pieces and fell down.

"Did you see it clearly this time?" he said with a smile.

These were a few small magic tricks that he had specially designed for the performance.

In fact, they all relied on hand speed and the golden sword tip spurs of the Hualin Yi (Scale Armor).

".This isn't magic!" The boy's eyes widened slowly, and he said affirmatively.

"No! This is magic." Li Cheng颐 said firmly. "As long as you believe, it is magic."

"Okay, Paine, don't bother the uncle, you should get a good sleep, and when you wake up, you'll be in Sutan," the woman in black reminded softly.

"I'm scared," the boy replied. "When I close my eyes, I feel like I'm entering that place."

"It's okay, Mom will be with you, I'm right by your side, you're as smart as you and your dad, you'll be fine," the woman in black comforted him, but in her eyes, she unconsciously revealed sadness.

"I've checked the information, no one can live for more than two years, so I think I should take advantage of the present to do more of what I want to do," the boy, Paine, said seriously.

His words made Li Cheng颐, who was about to leave to return to his seat, pause slightly.

"Dead Angle?" he asked softly.

Paine was stunned and looked up at him. "You know?"

"Are you scared?" Li Cheng颐 didn't answer, but continued to ask.

This was the first time he had seen a child so young enter a Dead Angle.

At this age, entering is basically a certain death.

Dead Angle, Dead Angle, why is it named this way? Isn't it because the full name is the meaning of Death Corner?

But a mere seven- or eight-year-old boy could actually survive two Dead Angles? Or, is it just a premonition? No, the premonition is also very strong...

He couldn't understand, nor could he imagine.

Thinking of this, the thought of returning to his seat faded, and he simply found an empty seat next to the boy and sat down.

"How did you get through it? As far as I know, Dead Angles are very dangerous? Can you tell me about it?" he asked softly.

"I don't know. But every time I go in, there is always a voice telling me what to do, where to go," the boy Paine replied.

"A voice? What kind of voice?" Li Cheng颐 asked again.

"I don't know, and I can't describe it, it's like there's a lot of noise around, and suddenly there's a voice inside, very clear, very pleasant, making me very comfortable," the boy replied.

It was already amazing for a seven- or eight-year-old child to be able to describe it to this extent.

This made Li Cheng颐 feel even more that this child was not simple.

"What's your name?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Paine."

"My name is Li Cheng颐." Li Cheng颐 took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to the boy.

"Keep this safe, maybe you'll need it."

The boy took the business card and was about to look at it carefully.

Suddenly, his whole person blurred for an instant.

The blurring happened very quickly, like a person blinking, and even Li Cheng颐's strong physical fitness could only catch this change.

After only blurring for a moment, the boy's clothes seemed more wrinkled, his complexion was paler, his pupils were faintly scattered, and a lot of sweat was seeping out of his forehead.

"I'm sorry... I lost your business card..." Paine said intermittently, looking down at his empty palm.

"It's okay." Li Cheng颐 gave him another one. "Did you just go in again?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes... but I'm not sure... It's like having a dream. I followed the voice and came out..." Paine said intermittently.

Li Cheng颐 reached out and touched the back of his hand, which was as cold as ice.

He felt a chill in his heart and quickly stimulated the Radiant Force Field, gently covering the other person's body.

It took more than ten seconds for the boy's body temperature to slowly recover, and his pupils regained their focus.

He began to feel drowsy, and asking him anything seemed very tiring.

Li Cheng颐 didn't bother him anymore and let him fall asleep peacefully.

He got up and returned to his seat, listing the boy Paine as a key object of attention and sending it to Rainbow Candy to investigate.

Although he didn't have much intelligence advantage when leaving the homeland and going abroad, it was a piece of cake for Rainbow Candy, as a top hacker, to check on the Internet.

Soon, in less than five minutes, a reply came.

"Paine: Male, eight years old. From Nanzha County, Chaoyu City. His father, Pan Junhai, is from Yiguo (Ritual Country), and his mother, Dima Sarta, is a local from Sutan. This time they are returning to Sutan to join his maternal grandfather."

"On the Internet, apart from his father, Pan Junhai, who died in the war, his mother, Dima Sarta, also has late-stage abnormal neuroma, and can only live for two months at most. So they had no choice but to leave Yiguo and go to his maternal grandfather." Rainbow Candy replied in detail.

"What about Pan Junhai's parents?" Li Cheng颐 typed with a frown.

"He's an orphan, no parents."

".I suspect that Paine has a special talent for safely passing through the Dead Angle! Tangtang (Candy), you must observe carefully. This child is very special!" Li Cheng颐 said seriously.

"Talent!?" Rainbow Candy was obviously stunned.
Chapter 1 The Flight