Flights were usually plentiful and cheap, and you could even book them on the day of departure.
I booked three tickets to Lin City straightaway.
Before we boarded, Yi Yang was unusually excited because it was his first time flying.
But once the plane took off, he grew nervous and couldn't sit still.
Only then did I learn he was afraid of heights.
"Chen Mo, do you think this plane might just fall out of the sky while it's..."
Before he could finish, I quickly covered his mouth. "Senior brother, don't say another word. Song Xiaotian isn't here. If they start beating you up, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop them."
Fortunately, Lin City wasn't far away. We arrived in just over an hour.
After we got off the plane, Yi Yang was completely dazed.
Luckily, someone was waiting for us at arrivals.
His surname was Yang, and he was a young man, even younger than An Ning.
He was also part of our circle. He had left school before finishing junior high to work. Perhaps unwilling to do menial jobs, he had apprenticed himself to a master in his village who dealt with supernatural matters.
We called him Little Yang.
Once we got in the car, he drove us to the hospital to see the old police officer who had lost his mind.
Little Yang was very talkative and chatted with us throughout the journey.
"My master actually went to see this old officer. One of his souls had been frightened out of him, but that alone wouldn't have made him lose his mind. He might have gone mad because he saw something terrifying."
Little Yang sighed. "Most people can't accept these things at all. Plenty of people call themselves atheists, but if they actually encounter something,