"Me-Meteorite!"
Zabu stared dumbfounded out the window, wishing he could scream hysterically like everyone else.
"Here, how about a sip of water first?"
Li Bai held out a bottle of mineral water. Zabu had guessed right: if it had been a missile, it wouldn't have merely grazed the plane. It would either have detonated nearby or hit them directly.
The cabin suddenly lurched downward. Everyone felt their bodies start to float, and another wave of cries rang out.
"Holy crap! Who took a bite out of our wing?"
Lu Sanhu had just woken up. Clutching Meow Master, he was nearly scared out of his mind.
"Sell Dad! Sell Dad! Sell Dad..."
The captain's panicked howling carried all the way from the cockpit to the cabin. It seemed he couldn't control the situation either. At this point, it wouldn't help to shout "Sell Dad"—or even "Sell Mom."
Once a plane could no longer maintain altitude, that was the greatest terror of all.
It was a psychological rule: in many disasters, people often died not because of the danger right in front of them, but because despair made them give up and panic. They missed their best chance to save themselves. Only those who fought with everything they had usually survived.
"We're done for!"
Zabu stared at Li Bai in terror without taking the water.
Damn, he really is a psychiatrist who studies psychology. Even with death staring him in the face, he's still this calm.
"We're not going to die. Have a sip of water and collect yourself. We'll be on the ground soon."
Li Bai still held out the bottle of mineral water, his face showing no trace of fear or nerves. He looked as if nothing were wrong.
But his reassurance was no use at all. Faced with the