The long-brewing, eerie calm was shattered by a hysterical scream from the cabin.
To others, the scream seemed sudden, but Yang Jian had known it was inevitable.
Since there was a ghost on the plane, people were bound to die. The female passenger from before had already proven that. Once the first victim appeared, there would be a second, a third—perhaps everyone on this flight could die.
After the scream, everyone in first class turned to look at Yang Jian in unison.
Their eyes held panic, unease, and inexplicable shock.
Could the plane really be haunted, just as this man had said?
Though they had still harbored doubts before, that scream caused a deep-rooted unease to steadily grow within them. They even began to think Yang Jian might have been telling the truth.
But deeply ingrained beliefs were not so easily overturned.
The others still had some reservations, but Wan Delu chose to believe without hesitation.
Because he had once been fortunate enough to encounter something supernatural.
"I-If the plane really is haunted, what are we supposed to do? We're on a plane! If something happens, there's nowhere to run!" Thinking of this, Wan Delu trembled in fear.
Yang Jian glanced at him. "You had nowhere to run in the first place. Haven't you noticed the plane's flight path? It isn't heading for J City at all. It's been circling at high altitude. Until this supernatural incident is resolved, you only have two choices: be killed by the ghost, or die in a crash."
"Those above have already tacitly approved my actions, so an emergency landing is impossible."
"What?" Several first-class passengers were so frightened they nearly jumped to their feet.
"I don't believe it. There are so many lives on this plane—would they really just ignore us? If something