I can rewind time to prevent death

And the suitable replacement that had been found was very likely the father of this father-son duo.

The second step of the strangeness in the cargo hold was to plunder three bodies, and the progress shown was already 2/3 complete, which meant two people had been plundered, and only one more was needed to complete this step.

Of course, these two steps were not taken one after the other, but were happening simultaneously.

He couldn't let this thing continue any longer, otherwise, everyone here, including himself, would end up buried with it.

If it hadn't been for his Mission Perception that alerted him to the presence of that terrifying creature in the cargo hold, Yan Junze wouldn't even know how he died this time.

There was no time to waste. With a thought, he reached under the seat as if to search for something but in actuality, he summoned his Black Spirit Great Mallet from the Spacetime Atlas.

Gripping the mallet, he stood up from his seat and faced the father, who was hanging his head pretending to be cool, and swung the mallet at him.

With a thud, the elder father collapsed to the ground, dissipating into a cloud of black smoke.

"Fake!"

Yan Junze muttered to himself and turned towards the "father" who was still holding the newspaper.

The other passengers, having noticed the commotion, were shocked and stared with their mouths agape, especially as they saw a living person disappear with a cloud of smoke after being hit with the mallet, as if they had realized something.

A strangeness aboard the plane!

However, seeing the young man holding the mallet, who acted fearlessly, with a relaxed stance and movements, and a stylish grip on his weapon, the passengers felt reassured.

They all knew that planes were protected by Exorcists, and it seemed that the young man with the mallet was one.

No worries, no worries. After all, the Exorcist had taken care of the strangeness before anyone else had discerned anything amiss.

A false alarm for those who were slow on the uptake.

Yan Junze approached the man reading the newspaper, said nothing, and swung down his mallet again.

With the sound of tearing paper, the newspaper was smashed, and the man reading it received a solid blow on the head. The power exerted from the circulating black energy of the three Black Spirit Pearls was immensely formidable.

Bang!

After a puff of black smoke, the man reading the newspaper disappeared as well.

"Still fake!"

Yan Junze pointed towards the restroom across the aisle and shouted to the shocked young man, "Go check the restroom."

The young man snapped to attention, nodded quickly, and ran to the restroom the "father" had just emerged from. Part of him hoped to find his father as he opened the door; indeed, his father was curled up inside, seemingly unconscious.

"He's here, my father is here!"

The young man exclaimed with joy, poking his head out to shout.

Some passengers crowded around, while Yan Junze told Di Zhiwen to stay seated and not to move. He himself kept hold of the mallet and headed towards the work area.

On the way, he encountered a flight attendant hurrying over, obviously aware of the disturbance.

Yan Junze stopped her, "I need to speak with the pilot. Could you please call him for me?"

As he spoke, he presented a gold-bordered black card, "I'm an Exorcist."

That was the A-grade Exorcist exclusive Travel Permit that Zhang Xiaomo had given him last time. Upon showing this card, not only could he ride on any transport for free, but it also served as a card proving identity information.

Nowadays, all transportation departments had linked databases, and a simple scan would reveal all.

However, because the school would reimburse for it this time, Yan Junze didn't use the card, and the school still covered his travel expenses.

The flight attendant was startled, sensing that something was amiss, and she quickly nodded her head.

At the same moment.

At the elevator leading to the cargo hold, the pilot and the Exorcist Duan Ning encountered each other.

The pilot, pale as death, pointed in the direction of the cargo hold and stammered, "Down there, below in the cargo hold, there's strangeness, probably... Guan Hongna..."

Duan Ning was puzzled, speaking to himself, "How many flight attendants have died?"

He was certain that he had dispatched the flight attendant's strangeness not long before, and although it had given him some trouble, he had indeed put an end to it.

Now why had another flight attendant strangeness surfaced?

If Guan Hongna had turned into a strangeness, it meant she had died not long ago, and to have become such a powerful strangeness so quickly, strong enough to elude his killing blow and remain undetected by him, was perhaps a strangeness capable of causing a Class C incident.

Impossible!

Duan Ning knew it couldn't be possible.

"Just one Guan Hongna, and the air marshal just informed me that he found Guan Hongna's body below in the cargo hold, said she had a terrible fall, very gruesome," the pilot explained, "I immediately came down, but it was pitch black in the cargo hold. I didn't see the air marshal, nor did I find Guan Hongna's body."

With that, the pilot shook his head, "No, that's wrong. I did see it. But Guan Hongna's body charged at me, it looked like her lower jaw was gone, her tongue sticking out so long, it scared me to death. Thankfully, I was prepared and didn't step out of the elevator."

Duan Ning nodded, although he didn't understand what was going on that caused the newly dead Guan Hongna's strangeness to be so formidable, but he had to find out.

And now it seemed that the air marshal who had discovered her body was likely still inside the cargo hold, and his prospects didn't look good.

"Notify the airport headquarters immediately, I'll go down alone to take a look," Duan Ning said.

The pilot nodded like a pecking chicken, reinserted the key into the lock, and opened the temporarily closed elevator.

As the elevator doors opened, Duan Ning stepped inside, fixing his gaze on the still-terrified pilot until the doors shut completely.

The elevator began its descent.

Duan Ning took out the magnetic knife from the custom pocket beside his pants and took a deep breath.