Mysterious Awakening

Yang Jian sat in the chair, scanning all the passengers in the cabin.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and the surroundings eerily quiet. Stay tuned for updates on

The airplane kept circling in the high skies, neither attempting an emergency landing nor heading to another destination, simply waiting.

But this wait was a torment. It felt like everyone on board was on a death countdown, and if Yang Jian couldn't deal with the ghost within this time frame, the plane would only choose to crash into an uninhabited area to prevent a ghost from running rampant in a populous city.

The choices were cruel, but that was because the world itself was cruel.

Yang Jian didn't try to comfort these people, didn't pound on his chest saying, "Don't worry, nothing will happen with me here," and he definitely didn't promise that he could certainly take care of that ghostly thing.

He merely said that if the ghost appeared again, he would confront it. That was all.

However, under such dim, oppressive conditions, edging close to death, most ordinary people couldn't bear such stress.

The murderous Ghost Shadow could appear at any time, and soon the plane might crash due to fuel exhaustion... Some emotionally fragile women were unable to hold back their tears.

"After being repelled by me, has the ghost hidden itself? It looks like it doesn't plan to act for the time being." Yang Jian waited a good while and hadn't seen any attacks on the passengers before him, which meant he couldn't find an opportunity to act.

If things continued this way, the result would definitely be very bad.

Moreover, as time passed, many people's emotions had begun to unravel. If this continued for a while longer, it was likely that someone would start to mentally break down.

Yang Jian furrowed his brow, looked at the weeping passengers, and couldn't help but say, "To be honest, although you are unlucky to be on this flight, you're actually lucky because you have a Ghost Master like me here. And crying won't solve anything; it will only affect my observation and judgment of the surroundings. Besides, it's not time to truly despair yet. If you feel like crying, I suggest saving your energy for later."

His words had some effect, as many sobs stopped.

"I need to find a way to lure that ghost out... Sadly, I have too little information to analyze the ghost's pattern of killing. If it were possible, I could try to trigger it proactively.

"Apart from that, there's another way."

Yang Jian slightly lowered his head to look at the shadow beneath his feet.

Using the Headless Ghost Shadow's ability to its maximum could potentially cover the entire airplane.

But it wasn't worth it, for if the Headless Ghost Shadow's restraint was lost, the chances of the Ghost Eye's revival would be very high. If I miscalculated, once the fierce ghost revived, I would probably become at least an A-level fierce ghost, or even reach S-level.

"Wang Dong, is everyone on the plane here?" Yang Jian suddenly thought of something and asked.

"All the passengers are here now, including those from first class; I've arranged for them all to be here. All the flight attendants are over there as well," said Wang Dong.

Yang Jian said, "If everyone is here, then there's no reason for it. That thing wouldn't stop its activities because of my presence. As long as a paranormal incident occurs, it will persist until it's resolved."

Wang Dong became visibly anxious; "What should we do then?"

"Wait another ten minutes. If nothing happens, I'll take action," said Yang Jian calmly; "However, it will be riskier, for both me and you all."

Unfortunately, I've used up my white Ghost Candles.

Otherwise, if I could light that white Ghost Candle, it could directly draw that ghost out.

About three minutes passed, and there was a change in the cabin. The already dim lights suddenly went out, plunging the cabin deeper into gloom, lit only by some light shining in from the windows.

When the lights went out, many passengers couldn't help but scream, thinking that the ghost had come.

Yang Jian slightly raised his head and glanced around. He knew this wasn't the ghost's doing—ghosts don't turn off lights. To them, night and day are no different; this was likely just an issue with the electrical circuitry.

Then, the plane staggered, seemingly losing balance, and the cabin tilted at a significant angle, causing many passengers to slide helplessly toward the front of the plane.

"Not good, there's something wrong with the plane," Wang Dong exclaimed in shock.

Yang Jian's expression darkened, and he glanced at him; "Did you say everyone from the plane is in this cabin? Did you forget the pilot? I said earlier to gather everyone on the plane here."

Wang Dong suddenly realized that there were still pilots in the cockpit.

"I, I didn't, didn't think of that." He had never handled such an emergency before, hadn't considered everything thoroughly, and as a result, there had been some oversights and mistakes.

"It's my first time flying, I don't know exactly how many people are on a plane. You're an air marshal, you should know best, and yet you make such mistakes? Forget it, I can't expect too much cooperation from you. When it's crucial, I still have to step up." Yang Jian stood up, and after speaking, he immediately disappeared from his seat.

He had been thinking about countermeasures and about the ghost. He had never considered that apart from this cabin, there might be others elsewhere on the plane.

Wang Dong's oversight made the originally controlled supernatural event spiral out of control once more.

At that moment, Yang Jian did not engage in blame or excessive criticism.

He reacted quickly, and as soon as he realized the oversight, he immediately appeared in the cockpit.

He directly employed the power of Ghost Domain.

There were two pilots in the airplane's cockpit, and by the time Yang Jian appeared, both had died, their necks twisted by their own hands as if they were twisted breadsticks. It seemed the other pilot had witnessed everything and attempted to respond.

But it was futile. Clutching a pen as a weapon in his dying moments, it was nevertheless embedded in his own forehead, with blood and brain matter oozing out. His eyes, wide with terror, lifelessly stared toward the direction of the doors.

"The door, has it been locked from the inside? Didn't he want to escape?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed bloodstains on the door left by the second pilot.

Normally, if the first pilot was attacked by a ghost, the second would have had time to escape, but he didn't. Instead, he locked the door and chose to stay.

Was he trying to trap the ghost in the cockpit with his own life?

"Such a pity."

Yang Jian quickly withdrew his gaze, noticing the warning lights flashing on various instruments of the plane. Although he could not understand them, he could tell that the plane was malfunctioning; all electronic devices had failed, and the aircraft was no longer circling in the sky as planned, but diving towards the ground.

Under these circumstances, the plane would crash in at most five minutes.

"Tick-tock~!"

Suddenly, a drop of fresh blood fell from above, passing in front of Yang Jian.

He looked up and saw blood seeping through the gaps in the instruments above; the blood was very fresh, even slightly warm.

It must be one of the pilots' blood.

"Above?"

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes bizarrely rotated as if they could see through the instruments to locate the source of the blood.

He identified the culprit behind the malfunctioning of the instruments.

A bloodstained hand was hidden among the wiring, causing a short circuit due to the blood, which led to the total loss of control of the plane.

"It's not the source, just a hand manipulated by the malevolent ghost. It seems that the ghost didn't take the hand with it."

Yang Jian observed for a moment and thought some instruments contained gold, which had somehow hindered part of the ghost's actions. But this interference didn't bring any positive change and instead caused problems for the plane.

He didn't have time to linger.

At that moment, a gunshot sounded from the cabin, immediately drawing his attention.

It was Wang Dong who had fired the shot.

"It's finally appeared again." Not only was Yang Jian unafraid, but he also revealed a strange smile.

His departure might not have been unrelated to his hope that the chaos among the passengers would trigger the ghost's murderous rule and someone would become its target.

"This time it absolutely can't get away. I must find the source and resolve it." Yang Jian turned around, took a step forward, and had already vanished from the blood-soaked cockpit.

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