The advantage of a confined environment became apparent at this moment.
Yang Jian only waited briefly before immediately locking onto the source of the supernatural activity. If this had been in a city, it would have been impossible to locate the source so quickly.
There were only so many passengers in the cabin. Once the ghost began acting, no matter whom it killed, they would be within his field of vision.
A female passenger seemed to be the next target.
Her name was Su Qing. Like the other passengers, she had boarded this flight. To be honest, she had been unwilling to believe that people were dying because the plane was haunted. But someone had died, and there were eyewitnesses. She felt it was better to reluctantly cooperate with the air marshal's arrangements. What if this haunting really was real?
No one could joke around with their own life.
"That pervert from before." When Su Qing saw Yang Jian walking over from first class, she could not help rolling her eyes.
Because Yang Jian had disturbed her sleep earlier, she found him deeply irritating. Luckily, she had cursed him away then. Otherwise, he would definitely have come back to bother her again. She had no interest in dealing with some poor, uncouth little pervert like him.
As for whether the plane was haunted or not, nobody even knew if it was real. And even if it was, what did that have to do with her?
There were so many people here. Su Qing simply did not believe the ghost would appear.
In her mind, ghosts were still the kind depicted in movies and television dramas—things about heavy yin energy and ghosts not daring to show themselves. She thought that as long as there were enough people around, there was nothing