PD -Chapter 59 The Yaksha of the Underworld

Xiao Hu spoke as he hung up his work badge and led our group into the now-closed passage.

The flight attendant chief at the cabin entrance looked extremely surprised upon seeing Xiao Hu. He asked us to wait where we were, then went over to speak with the captain and the chief flight attendant for quite a while. After that, he communicated via intercom with the control tower and management departments for a long time before finally turning back and signaling that we could enter.

In the end, we successfully boarded the aircraft under Xiao Hu’s guidance.

Originally, I hadn’t planned to bring Tang Shanshan and Zhu Zhu onboard… but by then it was already too late. At the time, they didn’t think much and simply followed me up.

Now, sitting in the five empty seats at the rear of the plane, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of dread when I thought about the two previous air disasters… If we couldn’t stop this incident later, we might all die together.

“What exactly is that ‘guy’ you mentioned earlier? Why are you even afraid of it?” Xiao Hu lowered his voice and asked me from the side.

At this point, I had nothing left to hide, so I told him all my deductions.

“In the first crash, someone saw the dentist Zhang Wenbin open the heavy cabin door mid-flight because he was possessed—and not by an ordinary yin entity. The salt crystals on the wreckage door handle were evidence of possession.”

I cautiously scanned the cabin once more, but found nothing unusual, then continued.

“The energy of that thing is too strong. A mortal body can hardly withstand it… Once possessed, the blood and water inside the human body are essentially evaporated by the excessive energy, which causes large salt crystallization to form on the surface.”

“So… what exactly is it?” Liu Xiaopeng also leaned in and asked.

Still keeping watch over every movement in the plane, I lowered my voice.

“Ordinary possession by yin entities only steals consciousness at most, forcing the host to do things against their will. But this time… it’s different. To be able to possess Zhang Wenbin and make him exert strength far beyond human limits, there is only one kind of existence…”

“Yin Si Rakshasa!” I enunciated each word slowly, and my face also turned slightly pale.

The plane now seemed completely normal, but it was all an illusion before the storm. No one knew which person this Rakshasa was hiding inside.

At this moment, we could only observe passively and act with extreme caution. There were so many people on this plane… if panic broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Rakshasa are underworld enforcers. In folklore, their most well-known forms are the ox-head and horse-face demons that guide and seize souls. But in truth, Rakshasa in the underworld are not limited to just those two.

Put simply, they are like civil servants of the underworld—responsible for guiding and collecting souls whose lifespan has ended.

However, when Rakshasa operate in the mortal world, they are bound by many restrictions. They usually choose to possess a body whose lifespan is already near its end, and then use some incident to collect the souls that are meant to be taken. This method is difficult to detect, and also allows them to move freely through any place.

Because of this, after discovering the clues, I had advised Xiao Hu not to interfere further. It wasn’t simply fear.

Rather, I knew that heavenly order cannot be violated. Rakshasa belong to the underworld, and the underworld governs life and death within the laws of fate. Their actions are therefore carried out under its mandate.

In other words… that air disaster was destiny. It was fated to happen, and everyone on that plane was destined to die.

As the saying goes: “When the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, you cannot live until the fifth watch.”

However, for some unknown reason, after the Rakshasa completed its mission, the captain, the chief flight attendant, and a young man named Xiao Li unexpectedly survived, becoming three “bugs” in this operation.

Clearly, this Rakshasa did not want these surviving anomalies to continue existing in the world. So it intended to fix them one by one.

The first anomaly was the captain who had resumed his role and ended up piloting another flight—this is why that aircraft crashed again.

And today, the current chief flight attendant had just resumed duty. Perhaps today was when the Rakshasa would strike again.

But there was one thing I couldn’t understand.

If the first crash was understandable… then after that crash, there were three survivors. It made sense that the Rakshasa would want to eliminate those “loopholes.”

But to do so by sacrificing another entire plane of passengers was absurd. I couldn’t believe the underworld would demand the lives of two or three hundred people in nearly the same place within a single month—it defied logic.

Moreover, now this Rakshasa seemed willing to sacrifice an entire third flight just to fix the second loophole it had left behind.

“Bro… Brother Han, who among these people do you think is possessed by the Rakshasa?” Liu Xiaopeng quietly scanned all the passengers and whispered.

At this moment, the plane had already begun taxiing slowly on the runway, about to take off.

I had just explained the identity of the Yin Si Rakshasa and my deductions to Xiao Hu and Liu Xiaopeng. After hearing it, all of them turned pale…

Even Xiao Hu, who had been skeptical before, was now somewhat afraid after everything he had experienced.

Inside the cabin, everything looked normal—everyone sat quietly in their seats… Soon, the plane took off smoothly, and the flight attendants unfastened their seatbelts and began service.

I stared closely at the chief flight attendant as she moved through the cabin serving drinks.

“Brother Han… do you think the Rakshasa might be possessing her?” Liu Xiaopeng whispered in my ear.

The chief flight attendant pushed her cart slowly to our seats.

“Hello, would you like something to drink?”

“Cola, thanks,” I said with a smile.

She immediately smiled politely and poured me a glass of cola.

“Tai Shang Tai Xing, Ying Bian Wu Ting…” Taking the opportunity, I softly recited a calming mind-clearing mantra in front of her, but she showed no reaction at all.

The flight attendant handed me the drink with both hands politely. While receiving it, I used the chance to touch her hand and probe her condition with spiritual energy.

“Not on her.”

After she returned to the service area and closed the curtain, I turned and told Xiao Hu and Liu Xiaopeng.

“There’s only one way now to figure out where the Rakshasa is hiding.” I frowned and looked toward Xiao Hu.

“I need your help.”

“How?” Xiao Hu asked, eyes wide and confused.

“The cockpit!” I pointed toward the front of the plane.