The second person to die on the plane had met an equally gruesome end.
His body was still sitting upright in his seat, but his neck had been twisted like a pretzel, turned who knew how many times. Various handprint bruises remained on it, while his dead face, frozen in despair, was tilted upward. No one knew what he had experienced before his death.
Unlike the first victim,
because of that scream, nearly everyone in the cabin had seen the man's horrific condition.
Combined with some changes in the surrounding environment, talk of hauntings became increasingly common. With the deaths, those rumors felt ever more real. Everyone wore expressions of panic and unease, completely unlike their previous calm composure.
At this moment, if Yang Jian said the plane was haunted, no one would laugh at him or call him crazy.
Because this corpse was the best proof.
"I heard that person was killed by a ghost. Is that true?"
"Maybe it is. Look how horribly he died. His neck was twisted like that. Could a normal person even do that?"
"Someone said they saw a pair of hands appear on the victim's head. That's too terrifying. We should report this immediately."
"The air marshals are already here, but they don't seem to have any good solution either."
"If there really is a ghost, do you think more people will be killed?"
The murmurs were filled with fear of death and panic over the disaster about to descend.
When Wang Dong saw Yang Jian approaching, he immediately said, "A second victim has already appeared. He died the same way as the first."
"I know. Also, where is the witness?" Yang Jian asked.
"It's him. His name is Zhou Hao. He was sitting three rows away from the victim. He said he