Although Su Qing had survived, the eerie atmosphere around them had not dissipated. It was as if the real ghost were lurking in some dark corner, waiting for its next appearance—and no one knew which unlucky person it would choose next.
The atmosphere in the cabin was oppressive.
No one screamed or shouted, but the unease and fear in everyone's eyes proved that none of them were calm.
If Yang Jian had not been here, all the passengers on the plane would probably have descended into chaos by now.
After inspecting the second victim's corpse, Yang Jian walked out of the small compartment. At that moment, everyone's gaze converged on him.
Yang Jian's presence seemed to give them courage and hope, letting them know that although the plane was haunted, someone could still deal with it. They were not completely helpless, merely sitting aboard the plane and waiting to die.
Things were different from before.
The way these passengers looked at Yang Jian had changed. Before, there had been curiosity, surprise, even unease. Now, there was respect, expectation, and even a trace of inexplicable fear.
Without anyone noticing, Yang Jian had already gained immense authority among the passengers.
"I checked on that female passenger from before. She's fine. Her neck bones were just injured a little," Wang Dong said as he approached.
"Of course she won't die. If she were going to die, that ghost would've killed her already," Yang Jian said as he walked.
Wang Dong hesitated before saying, "I know I probably shouldn't say this, but if you'd acted sooner, maybe things would've turned out a little better."
"If I hadn't been on this flight, things would've been even better." Yang Jian grinned. "Everyone would be dead. No changing that."
"That's not what I meant. I'm not blaming