The Second Victim

The long-simmering, eerie calm was shattered by a hysterical scream from inside the cabin.

The scream seemed sudden to others, but to Yang Jian, it was something that had been destined all along.

If there are ghosts on the passenger plane, then people are bound to die. The female passenger already proved this point. And after the first victim appears, there will be a second, a third, and even everyone may die on this flight.

After the screams, the people in first class all turned to look at Yang Jian.

His eyes held panic, unease, and inexplicable shock.

Could it be, as this person says, that the plane is haunted?

Despite their previous doubts, after that scream, a sense of unease deep within them was gradually growing, to the point that they even began to believe that what Yang Jian said might be true.

However, changing deeply ingrained ideas is not so easy.

Others might have had some reservations, but Wan Delu chose to believe without hesitation.

Because he had the opportunity to encounter some supernatural things.

"For example, if it really is haunted, what will we do? We're on an airplane! If something happens, we'll have nowhere to escape." Wan Delu trembled with fear at the thought.

Yang Jian glanced at him. "You had nowhere to escape to begin with. Didn't you pay attention to the plane's flight path? It wasn't heading towards J City at all; it was just circling high in the sky. Until the paranormal event is resolved, you only have two choices: either be killed by the ghost or die in a plane crash."

"My actions have been tacitly approved from above, so there is no possibility of an emergency landing."

"What?!" Several first-class passengers were so startled they almost jumped up.

"I don't believe it. With so many lives on this plane, the higher-ups wouldn't care? If something really happens, it'll be huge news," the man in the suit said, both shocked and frightened.

Yang Jian glanced at it. "Who said we don't care? It's just a matter of choice. Saving you is like letting that ghost leave the plane, which could result in even more deaths. Do you think your lives matter, but other people's lives don't? How many people can a plane carry? At most a hundred or two, but how many people live in a city? Millions."

"So, does that mean we've been abandoned?" Wan Delu asked, his voice trembling, unable to believe it.

Yang Jian, "Don't be too pessimistic. If they really abandoned you all, the plane wouldn't have chosen to circle at high altitudes. It would have flown to an uninhabited area and crashed in a deserted place. The reason they didn't do that is because there's still a chance for things to turn around."

"Because I can solve paranormal events."

"That's great! I didn't expect you, handsome young man, to have the ability to catch ghosts. You'll have to protect us then!" The sexy female passenger patted her chest, looking relieved.

Yang Jian chuckled softly, "Don't misunderstand, I only said I would resolve the paranormal event, not that I would protect you. So you'd better pray that you're lucky enough not to be targeted by that thing."

The sexy female passenger was stunned, seemingly not expecting Yang Jian to refuse so decisively.

"If it's really haunted, then hurry up and deal with it! What are you doing sitting here? Isn't this your responsibility?" another passenger urged anxiously.

If we can resolve this haunting incident as soon as possible, it will indirectly protect our safety.

Yang Jian remained unmoved. "No rush. The ghost has only just appeared. I should show myself when panic spreads and everyone is in danger. If I talk about ghosts now, at least eight out of ten people on the plane won't believe me. I don't want to waste my breath trying to persuade them one by one, and they won't listen anyway. So, I'll do this thankless task once; I won't do it a second time."

"You're so cold-blooded! You're practically letting someone die!" the man in the suit next to him exclaimed.

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "I also think I'm cold-blooded, so I've decided to give you this chance to save others. You do it."

After saying that, he handed over a pistol.

"This pistol is specially made; it can hit that thing."

The man in the suit saw the cold handgun, hesitated to reach out and take it, and said awkwardly, "I... I'm not a professional."

"It's okay, I'm also an amateur and often make mistakes. I believe you can do better than me. Courage and belief are the most important things; everything else can be overcome," Yang Jian said, staring at him.

"This... you should handle this."

After hesitating for a long time, the man in the suit finally stammered out this sentence.

Yang Jian's face immediately darkened. He stood up abruptly and slapped the man across the face with surprising force, knocking him to the ground. "If you don't dare to lay a hand on me, shut up! Sit there quietly and wait for me to handle this. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to throw you off the plane while you're babbling on? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill someone?"

The man in the suit was stunned by the slap. He saw stars, half of his face was numb, and his ears were ringing. He couldn't hear what Yang Jian said at all.

"You piece of trash, you've been nagging me nonstop since the start of the flight. I really don't know where you get your sense of superiority. Crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant. You should thank your ancestors for running into me on this flight, otherwise you would all be dead."

Yang Jian reached out again and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up.

His gaze was icy cold, devoid of any emotion; a ferocious scarlet eye on his forehead swirled eerily; and his entire body emanated a faint red glow.

A strong feeling of suffocation washed over him, and the man in the suit looked at Yang Jian with fear in his eyes.

This person is terrifying.

Furthermore, why does this person have an eye on their head?

"Get out of my way, don't get in my way. Everyone else, stay in your seats and shut up." Yang Jian casually tossed the man in the suit back into his seat, then warned the others.

To make an example of someone.

I'll make an example of this annoying man in the suit, so he won't get in my way later.

This tactic was clearly very effective.

Seeing this, everyone else fell silent, keeping quiet and not daring to move, for fear of angering this madman and having him kill them.

After all, he was holding a gun.

"Very good, from now on, keep this up. Even when you need to use the toilet, do it in your pants." Yang Jian glanced at them and said, "If you're targeted by a ghost, you'll have nowhere to run. You might as well die with some dignity."

After saying that, he checked the time and felt that it was about time; if he continued to elaborate any longer, the people outside would break down.

Yang Jian had made thorough preparations, immediately left the first-class cabin.

Qin Meirou, speaking through the satellite-located phone, tacitly approved of his almost barbaric methods; otherwise, she would have spoken up to dissuade him.

Qin Meirou didn't, because she knew that compared to Yang Jian slapping her a few times or scaring her, saving her life was the most important thing, and these trivial matters were not worth mentioning.

Moreover, it's already a terrible thing for ordinary people to get involved in paranormal events. If you shout and run around in a panic, interfering with the Ghost Tamer's analysis of the situation and the resolution of the evil spirits, then you deserve to die. After all, the longer a paranormal event is resolved, the more people will die.

This is indirectly harming people.

"Yang Jian, there's a second victim in the cabin. The cause of death is the same as the first one—his neck was snapped. But according to Wang Dong's statement, someone saw that the victim had an extra pair of hands on his head." Qin Meirou immediately relayed the information she had just received.

"A pair of hands? What kind of hands?" Yang Jian.

"The lighting wasn't good, and the witness didn't see clearly. He only said it looked like a pair of dead hands. The witness's name is Zhou Hao; you can go ask him."

Yang Jian frowned. "Since it has a physical form, then it's simple. I'll act when that thing makes its next move."

"Why didn't you take action before?" Qin Meirou asked with some doubt.

Yang Jian, "I have my own judgment on when to act. If you want to forcibly interfere with my actions, or if you think my actions are wrong, you can have Headquarters fire me. To some extent, I am very willing to resign."

Qin Meirou immediately chose to shut up obediently.

She certainly has no right to interfere in the affairs of a Ghost Tamer, especially a top-tier Ghost Tamer like Yang Jian.

She just felt that Yang Jian was so capable that he should be able to easily resolve a supernatural incident. If there were too many casualties, that would be a very bad thing.

"Also, Liu Xiaoyu will be in charge of communications for the next paranormal event. I will refuse to speak to you during any future paranormal events," Yang Jian added.

"Why... why is this?" Qin Meirou asked, somewhat surprised.

Yang Jian, "There's no reason why."

"Okay, I understand." Qin Meirou's voice was a little emotional. She couldn't understand why Yang Jian disliked her so much despite her taking such a responsible role.

While they were talking, he had already entered the dimly lit cabin.

The crowd was in turmoil, the sounds were somewhat chaotic, and a sense of dread permeated the air.

I vaguely heard someone say that the plane was haunted.

Yang Jian ignored him and strode towards the location of the second victim.