Yang Jian sat in his seat, scanning everyone in the cabin.
The atmosphere was stifling, and the silence around them was downright terrifying.
The plane had been circling somewhere high in the sky. It had neither chosen to make an emergency landing nor flown elsewhere. It was simply waiting.
But this waiting was torture. Everyone on the flight seemed to be counting down to death. If Yang Jian could not deal with the ghost before time ran out, the plane would only be flown into an uninhabited area to crash. They absolutely could not allow a ghost to enter a major city.
It was a cruel choice because this world had always been cruel.
Yang Jian did not comfort them, nor did he beat his chest and say, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, nothing will happen." Much less did he guarantee that he could definitely deal with that ghostly thing.
He had only said that if the ghost appeared again, he would deal with it. That was all.
Yet in such a dim, oppressive environment, with death looming over them, most ordinary people could not withstand the pressure.
The murderous ghost could appear at any moment, and before long, the plane would crash when it ran out of fuel. Some of the more fragile women had already lowered their heads and begun to sob.
Their cries were not loud, but they sounded especially hopeless.
"Did that ghost hide after I drove it back? Looks like it doesn't intend to make a move for the time being." Yang Jian had waited for quite a while, but no one in front of him had been attacked. That gave him no opportunity to act.
If this dragged on, the outcome would definitely be terrible.
Moreover, as time passed, many people were