The young girl suddenly grabbed Xu Xingguang's hand and with trembling lips blurted out, "Are we going to die?"
Xu Xingguang remained silent, not uttering a word, but her excessively beautiful yet expressionless face made it difficult to gauge anything from her expression.
The girl tilted her head and asked her, "Are you afraid of dying?"
"That's a very good question." Xu Xingguang's response was baffling.
The girl frowned, not understanding what Xu Xingguang meant.
At this moment, the loudspeaker suddenly emitted a sharp sound, followed by a vicious male voice transmitted through the captain's microphone into the passenger cabin, "Hello, my lovely passengers, the plane's fuel is about to run out, and the reserve fuel can only support the plane for another forty minutes."
"But unfortunately, the storm in Medicine King City is expected to last at least fifty more minutes, and the nearest airport to Medicine King City requires at least 30 minutes of flight time."
