The Fatal Palm

The advantages of a smaller environment become apparent here.

Yang Jian only waited a short while before immediately pinpointing the source of the supernatural phenomenon. In a city, it would be impossible to pinpoint the source so quickly.

There are only so many passengers in the cabin. Once the ghost starts moving, it can kill anyone within its sight and monitoring range.

A female passenger appears to be the next target.

Her name was Su Qing. She was on the same flight as the other passengers. To be honest, she didn't really want to believe in ghost stories or deaths on airplanes, but since someone had actually died and someone had witnessed it, she figured it was better to cooperate with the air marshals, just in case the ghost stories were true.

No one should joke about their own life.

"It's that pervert from before." Su Qing rolled her eyes as she saw Yang Jian walking towards her from the direction of first class.

Because Yang Jian had disturbed her sleep before, she felt a strong aversion to him. Luckily, she had scolded him away, otherwise he would have continued to bother her. She had no interest in dealing with this poor, uncouth, and rude pervert.

As for whether it's haunted or not, who knows if it's true or not? And even if it is, what does it have to do with me?

With so many people here, Su Qing really didn't believe that ghost would appear.

In her mind, the concept of ghosts was still limited to those depicted in movies and TV shows, such as the heavy yin energy that prevented ghosts from showing themselves. She felt that as long as there were many people around, there was nothing to be afraid of, and she was completely unaware of the terror of real, vengeful ghosts.

So Su Qing wasn't scared at all. She sat there leisurely, manicuring her nails, hoping that her flight wouldn't be delayed.

However, Su Qing soon realized that something was wrong with her body; she felt a chill on her back.

It felt as if a cold finger was pressing against my back through my clothes.

The coldness of those fingers was clearly felt through her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

"What happened?" She shifted her body and rubbed her back, thinking something had fallen into her clothes.

Immediately, Su Qing felt something strange behind her. It wasn't big, and it was stiff and cold.

She instinctively reached behind her and touched herself.

Upon touching her back, Su Qing felt a hand. The hand was cold, stiff, and devoid of warmth, like the hand of a dead person. Moreover, it had no wrist or arm, making its appearance extremely bizarre.

Moment.

Su Qing reacted as if she had been electrocuted, quickly pulling back in terror, almost screaming as she jumped up.

However, she did not.

Just as she was about to retract her hand, another hand suddenly emerged from inside her clothes. It was equally cold and stiff, and incredibly strong. This hand grabbed her wrist, preventing her from pulling her arm away. At the same time, the coldness seeped into her body, and her arm seemed to lose all feeling.

"Help! Help! There's a ghost!"

Su Qing was on the verge of a breakdown, about to go crazy. She opened her mouth to scream, but failed.

She felt as if something was blocking her throat, and a strong feeling of suffocation washed over her.

The thing was not only blocking its own throat, but it was also wriggling and trying to get out.

The foreign object in her mouth grew larger and larger. Su Qing felt as if her throat had been cut open, and a bloody taste filled her mouth. At the same time, the gradually expanding foreign object pried open her mouth and finally protruded out.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pale, hand-like object that was continuously emerging from her mouth.

No, not just inside her mouth, but also on her back and stomach. Everywhere she could feel was covered by cold hands.

His body was now paralyzed by a strange, chilling cold, rendering him unable to move; he was completely frozen, only his consciousness remained clear.

Su Qing was devastated and desperate. She felt as if her body was being torn apart. Despite the excruciating pain, she couldn't scream.

"Someone, someone please save me!"

She tried to shout for help, but the people around her seemed to be chanting for the plane to make an emergency landing, unwilling to wait for a crash, and no one paid any attention to her.

In addition, her location was relatively remote and the surrounding environment was dim, so even the nearest passengers did not notice her current situation.

After all, it happened so suddenly. Who would have thought that a perfectly healthy person would be attacked by a vengeful ghost within half a minute, especially with so many people around?

Just because others didn't notice doesn't mean Yang Jian didn't notice.

The dim environment had no effect on Yang Jian. Even without a ray of light, Yang Jian's Ghost Eye could clearly see everything around him.

Because of the limited space on the plane, Yang Jian could almost immediately locate the ghost as soon as it appeared.

Immediately, he saw the hand that was resting on Su Qing's shoulder.

It was eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

Yang Jian was not afraid; instead, he smiled coldly and strode over.

As he approached, the number of hands seemed to increase. He saw a hand emerge from the female passenger's clothes and gradually climb up her neck. At the same time, the female passenger tilted her head back as if she were suffocating, and several pale fingers emerged from inside.

"Has your body also been invaded by a ghost?"

Yang Jian's expression darkened. He couldn't wait to walk over and instead activated his Ghost Domain.

A faint red light emanated from his body, and he mysteriously vanished from his spot, reappearing in front of the female passenger named Su Qing.

"Holy crap."

Yang Jian's disappearance and sudden reappearance startled a nearby passenger who cried out in surprise.

"What? I'm not mistaken, he teleported."

"You saw it too? I thought I was hallucinating because of my high prescription, but he really did flash past me."

"A master, this is a master."

"My God, how did he do that? Was it magic? Or supernatural ability? That's amazing!"

The sight of Yang Jian using the Ghost Domain caused an uproar among the others. Their faces showed a shock even greater than if it were a ghost story, and they all stared at him with wide eyes.

No one could believe that there was actually someone in this world who could teleport.

"This is the Ghost Tamer?"

Wang Dong was also stunned, looking at Yang Jian with the same disbelief.

The person assigned to handle paranormal events here possesses superhuman abilities. This isn't a movie or an animated film; it's actually happening right before my eyes.

Ignoring the shock of the onlookers, Yang Jian instantly appeared in front of Su Qing, raised his hand, and thrust it into her almost suffocating mouth.

There was no way she could swallow Yang Jian's arm given the size of her mouth.

Such a horrific scene caused many people to scream.

However, this process did not last long. When Yang Jian withdrew his arm, he took a hand out of Su Qing's mouth.

It was cold and stiff, and it was tightly gripped on his wrist.

"A dead man's hand? Not a vengeful ghost, but something being controlled."

Yang Jian stared at the hand, which was painted with nail polish, and felt inexplicably that it looked familiar.

Oh, right.

It was the hand of the first victim.

"Why is the first victim's hand in this person's mouth? When I examined the body just now, there was clearly nothing wrong with it; it was a perfectly normal corpse, with no possibility of it becoming Ghost Slave." Frowning, Yang Jian, though puzzled, infiltrated the ghost's shadow.

Soon, the hand that had been tightly gripping his wrist moved again and quickly loosened its grip.

"There's still... there's still... save me!"

Su Qing felt the foreign object in her mouth disappear, and she gasped for breath, almost suffocating. When she saw Yang Jian, it was as if she had seen a savior. He grabbed her and pleaded with eyes full of despair and near collapse.

"So it was you?"

Upon hearing this voice, Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly. "When I was searching for that ghost before, you were the one who called me a pervert, right? You felt good cursing me back then, didn't you? Look, I didn't say a word, letting you curse me all you wanted. Now you're in trouble, aren't you? That ghost has its eye on you. Now I'm considering whether to save you or not."

As he spoke, he grinned, his face cold.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would turn out like this, I didn't know, I'm so sorry. Please, save me." Su Qing broke down in tears, apologizing repeatedly.

Little did she know that Yang Jian was actually a ghost hunter; she thought he was a pervert deliberately harassing her, which is why she cursed him without hesitation.

"Isn't it a little too late to apologize now? If you weren't being targeted by a ghost, would you have apologized on your own initiative? Shouldn't people pay for their mistakes?" Yang Jian said calmly.

He didn't want to save the female passenger.

There was no other reason; it was simply because this female passenger had insulted her earlier.

While Yang Jian paused his actions, the ghost's killing spree did not stop.

The ghost won't run away just because Yang Jian is a threat; it won't stop until its demands are met.

Although Yang Jian had taken one of her hands, his other hand had already climbed up the female passenger's chest, gradually covering her mouth, blindfolding her, and completely enveloping her face.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

As darkness enveloped Su Qing, her mouth was covered by a cold hand, and she could only weep desperately while uttering a few difficult nasal sounds from her throat.

They were still pleading with Yang Jian for help.

Like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

The others nearby also witnessed this scene, and if Yang Jian hadn't been there, they would have screamed and collapsed long ago.

Because Yang Jian, a master, remained calm and composed, they were able to barely maintain their composure during this supernatural event, but beneath that composure lay immense fear.

When they saw Yang Jian remain indifferent to the female passenger who was being haunted by a ghost and show no intention of helping her, some people even thought that his actions were correct.

Who told that woman to call someone a pervert? That person was clearly searching for that ghost.

If this expert hadn't been driven away by this stupid woman, perhaps this whole thing wouldn't have happened, and that ghost would have been dealt with long ago.

That stupid woman deserved to die.

Many people secretly thought to themselves.

No one dared to criticize Yang Jian's actions. Everyone was in danger, afraid that Yang Jian wouldn't save them. How could he put himself in danger for the sake of unrelated people?

That's all.

Yang Jian stood in front of the female passenger, calmly and coldly watching her being gradually killed by the ghost. Her apologies before her death seemed to have no effect on him. So-called compassion or justice simply did not exist for him.

Their indifference is frightening.

Soon, two more dead-looking hands emerged from her back and covered her own hands through her clothes.

At this moment, Su Qing lost control of her body. Her arm seemed to be controlled by that strange hand. She slowly raised her arm and pressed her hand against her face.

His arms turned, and his head and neck slowly began to twist.

Is she trying to break her own neck?

Like the first and second victims before her, she will soon become the third victim.