Mysterious Awakening

The compact space of the cabin was now showcasing its advantage.

Yang Jian only had to wait a moment to immediately pinpoint the source of the supernatural activity. If it were in a city, it would have been impossible to locate it so quickly.

There were only so many passengers in the cabin; once the ghost began its activity, no matter who it targeted, everyone fell within his surveillance.

It seemed like a female passenger was going to be the next target.

Her name was Su Qing, and like the others, she was on this flight. To be honest, she wasn't too inclined to believe the stories about a haunting and a death on the plane, but since someone had died and another had witnessed it, she thought it best to at least cooperate with the air marshal's arrangements. What if the ghost story was true?

No one could afford to joke with their own life.

"It's that freak from before." Seeing Yang Jian coming from the direction of the first-class cabin, Su Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Because Yang Jian had disturbed her sleep earlier, she had come to detest this guy. Fortunately, she had scolded him away at the time. Otherwise, he would have surely come to bother her again. Right now, she had no interest in dealing with such a poor, rude little freak.

As for ghosts causing trouble, true or not, what did it have to do with her?

In her mind, ghosts were still something from movies and television, tales of heavy Yin energy keeping them at bay. She believed that there was no need to be afraid simply because there were so many people; she couldn't grasp the true horror of malevolent spirits.

Therefore, Su Qing wasn't the least bit afraid. She sat there leisurely doing her nails, hoping the flight wouldn't be delayed.

However, she soon realized something was wrong with her body; she felt a chill on her back.

It felt as if an ice-cold finger was poking her back through her clothes.

The sensation of the finger's coldness was clearly transmitted through her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.

"What's going on?" She shifted her body, rubbing her back thinking something had fallen into her clothes.

Immediately, Su Qing felt a foreign object on her back, small, stiff, and cold.

She subconsciously reached back to feel for it.

Upon contact, Su Qing felt a palm on her back—cold, stiff, void of warmth, like a dead person's hand, with no wrist or arm. It was incredibly bizarre.

In an instant.

Su Qing jerked her hand back with terror, almost jumping up with a scream.

But she didn't.

Just as she tried to retract her hand, another palm suddenly extended from within her clothes, also ice-cold and unnaturally strong. This hand grabbed her wrist, preventing her from pulling her arm back, and the chilly invasion rendered her limb numb.

"Help, help... there's a ghost."

Su Qing was on the verge of collapse, feeling like she was losing her mind. She opened her mouth to scream but failed.

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, an intense suffocation rushing over her.

Not only was her throat obstructed, but the thing inside was wriggling and trying to burrow out.

The object in her mouth grew larger. Su Qing felt her throat being torn, a metallic taste of blood spilling out. At the same time, the swelling object forced her mouth open, finally revealing itself.

It was... several fingers, moving up and down as if alive.

Eventually, she saw it was a pale hand emerging continuously from her mouth.

No, not just her mouth; her back, stomach, chest... Everywhere she could still feel was covered with icy hands.

Her body, now paralyzed by the eerie chill, was completely rigid, though her consciousness remained clear.

Su Qing was in a state of despair and breakdown. While the pain was unbearable, she couldn't make a sound.

"Who, who will save me?"

She tried to shout for help, but the people around her seemed preoccupied with demanding the plane to make an emergency landing, unwilling to sit around waiting for a disaster; no one paid her any heed.

Her secluded seat and the dim lighting meant that even the closest passengers didn't notice her dire situation.

After all, it all happened too suddenly. Who would have thought that a perfectly fine person could be attacked by a malevolent ghost within half a minute, especially with so many people around?

The others might not have noticed, but Yang Jian did.

The dim light had no effect on Yang Jian; even without a shred of light, his ghost eye could clearly see everything around him.

Due to the limited space on the plane, he could almost immediately lock onto any ghost that appeared.

Right away, he spotted the hand placed on Su Qing's shoulder.

Mysterious and terrifying, enough to send chills down one's spine.

Yang Jian was not afraid; instead, he smiled coldly and strode over.

As he approached, the number of hands seemed to increase; he saw that from the woman's chest another hand reached out, climbing up her neck. Meanwhile, the woman seemed to be gasping for air, tilting her head back with pale fingers emerging from within.

"Has a ghost invaded her body too?"

Yang Jian's expression darkened, and without waiting to walk over, he activated Ghost Domain.

A faint red light emanated from him, and he vanished from the spot in an eerie manner. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Su Qing.

"Damn."

Yang Jian's disappearance and sudden appearance immediately surprised a nearby passenger.

"What was that? I didn't see wrong, did I? He teleported."

"You saw it too? I thought my glasses were playing tricks on me, like he just zipped past me."

"A master, that's a master right there."

"My God, how on earth did he do that? Was it a spell or a supernatural ability? It's astonishing."

Other people witnessed the scene of Yang Jian utilizing Ghost Domain, and it caused an uproar. Their faces showed more shock than if they had seen a haunting, and they stared at him with wide eyes.

Nobody could believe that someone in this world could actually achieve Teleportation.

"Is this what a Ghost Master looks like?"

Wang Dong was also stunned, looking at Yang Jian in disbelief.

The person tasked with handling supernatural events actually possessed non-human abilities. This wasn't a movie nor a cartoon, but something that was really happening right in front of him.

Yang Jian ignored the shocked bystanders. He instantly appeared before Su Qing, raised his hand abruptly, and reached into her mouth, which was nearly suffocated.

The size of her mouth made it impossible for her to swallow Yang Jian's arm.

But incredibly, Yang Jian's arm really did go halfway into her mouth, as if it had pierced through her head.

This brutal scene made many people scream uncontrollably.

However, the process didn't last long. When Yang Jian withdrew his arm, he retrieved a hand from Su Qing's mouth.

It was cold, stiff, and clutched tightly to his wrist.

"A dead person's hand? Not a fierce ghost, but a controlled thing."

Yang Jian stared at the hand. It even had nail polish on it, and he vaguely found it familiar.

Right.

It was the hand of the first victim.

"Why would the hand of the first victim be in this person's mouth? When I checked earlier, the corpse seemed normal, not likely to have become a Ghost Slave." Frowning, although he didn't understand, Yang Jian allowed the Ghost Shadow to invade it.

Soon, the hand that was clasping onto his wrist came to life and quickly released its grip.

"Please, help, help me."

Feeling the object in her mouth gone, Su Qing, who was almost suffocated, began to breathe deeply. When she saw Yang Jian, it was as if she saw a savior, and with eyes filled with potential collapse and despair, she pleaded.

"So it's you?"

Upon hearing her voice, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, "You were the one cursing me as a pervert earlier, weren't you? It felt good to curse me then, right? Look at me, I didn't even fart back at you, just let you scold me. Now it's bad luck, that ghost has its eyes on you. I'm considering whether to save you or not to save you."

With that, he smirked, a cold smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't know it would be like this, I'm sorry... please, save me," Su Qing cried out in desperation, repeatedly apologizing.

She had no idea that Yang Jian was really capturing ghosts, thinking him a pervert harassing her on purpose, so she cursed him without hesitation.

"Isn't it a bit late to say sorry now? Would you have apologized if the ghost hadn't set its eyes on you? As people, shouldn't we pay for our mistakes?" Yang Jian said calmly.

He didn't want to save the woman passenger.

There was no other reason, simply because the woman passenger had cursed him before.

And as Yang Jian paused, the ghost's killing process didn't stop.

The ghost wouldn't run away just because Yang Jian, a threat, was nearby. It would not stop until it achieved its goal.

Even as Yang Jian took one of its hands, the other hand started crawling up the woman passenger's chest, gradually covering her mouth, eyes, and completely covering her face.

"I'm sorry, so sorry."

Plunged into darkness, Su Qing's mouth was covered by a cold hand. She could only cry in despair, making a few muffled sounds from her throat.

She was still begging Yang Jian for help.

Like a drowning person clinging to the last straw.

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Because of Yang Jian's composure, they were barely able to maintain their calm in this supernatural event, yet they were filled with immense fear.

And when they saw Yang Jian indifferent to saving the woman passenger caught by the ghost, some even thought this approach was correct.

Who asked the woman to curse someone as a pervert? Clearly, the person was searching for the ghost's trail.

If that expert hadn't been cursed away by that foolish woman earlier, maybe this would never have happened, and the ghost would have been dealt with already.

Such a foolish woman deserved to die.

Many people thought to themselves.

No one dared to voice anything against Yang Jian. Everyone was looking out for themselves, too scared that Yang Jian would not save them. Who would want to put themselves in danger over the life and death of someone unrelated?

And so.

Yang Jian stood in front of the woman passenger, calmly and indifferently watching her slowly being murdered by the ghost. Her apologies before death appeared unable to move him. Compassion or a sense of justice seemed non-existent to him.

His indifference was frightening.

Soon, two more dead hands extended from her back, covering her hands along her clothes.

At that moment, Su Qing's body lost control, as if her arms were being manipulated by those eerie hands, which now slowly raised her arms, pressing them against her face.

Her arms rotated, her head and neck slowly began to twist.

Was she going to break her own neck?

Like the first and second victims before her, soon, she would become the third.

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