As he plummeted, the plane growing farther and farther away, Chen Hao frantically pulled out his phone and contacted Tang Sanzang. "How do I fly with the Kasaya?"
Chen Hao was so terrified he nearly wet himself, and he kept his question as short as possible.
Tang Sanzang replied, "Didn't you read the instructions?"
"Instructions? There are instructions?"
Chen Hao was utterly speechless. These weren't instructions for using it—they were instructions for getting himself killed! "Where are they?"
Tang Sanzang replied, "There's an incantation on the back of the Kasaya. Just recite it."
"The incantation, the incantation—where is it?"
Chen Hao searched frantically and finally found a string of characters embroidered in gold thread on the back of the Kasaya.
But no sooner had a smile appeared on his face than his expression froze again.
"Hong ga si zi qu ka xi wa la jia he"!
Goddammit, I don't even recognize the first character! Chen Hao was instantly dumbfounded. What the hell is this gibberish?
You bastard, Tang Sanzang! If I fall to my death, I'll haunt you forever! Aah!
By then, the plane had dropped to an altitude of eight thousand meters and was still plunging rapidly.
Since Chen Hao had kicked open the cabin door, the pressure and temperature inside had instantly spiraled out of control. No one had the strength left to scream or cry. They could only put on their oxygen masks and await their fate.
Although the captain and first officer were panicking too, they continued working together. One called the control tower and reported the plane's condition while the other did everything possible to control it, but neither could stop its headlong plunge.
"Captain, we're down to six thousand meters!" the first officer reported, his face filled with terror.
The captain's face had also