The Out-of-Control Plane

Yang Jian sat in the chair, scanning everyone in the cabin.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and the surrounding silence was almost eerily quiet.

The plane kept circling at high altitude, neither choosing to make an emergency landing nor flying elsewhere; it was simply waiting.

But this waiting was agonizing. Everyone on the flight seemed to be on a death countdown. If Yang Jian couldn't deal with the ghost within that time, the plane would only choose to crash into a no-man's land. It was absolutely impossible to let a ghost run into a big city.

The choice is cruel, because the world is inherently cruel.

Yang Jian didn't comfort these people, nor did he pat his chest and say, "Don't worry, nothing will happen with me here," and he certainly didn't guarantee that he could definitely solve that damn thing.

He simply said that he would deal with the ghost if it appeared again, that's all.

However, most ordinary people cannot withstand the pressure in such a dark, oppressive, and death-prone environment.

The murderous ghosts around them could appear at any moment, and the plane would soon crash due to running out of fuel. Some of the more emotionally vulnerable women were already sobbing uncontrollably.

The crying wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally desperate.

"After I repelled it, did that ghost hide? It seems it's not planning to make a move for the time being." Yang Jian waited for a while but didn't see anyone being attacked, which left him with no opportunity to attack.

If this continues, the outcome will definitely be terrible.

Moreover, as time goes by, many people have developed emotional problems, and if this continues for a while, some may even begin to suffer mental breakdowns.

Yang Jian frowned, looking at the people sobbing softly, and said, "To be honest, although you people are unlucky to be on this flight, you are actually lucky because you still have a Ghost Tamer like me. Besides, crying won't solve anything; it will only affect my observation and judgment of the surroundings. And we haven't reached the point of true despair yet. If you want to cry, I suggest you save your energy for later."

His words had some effect, and many of the sobs stopped.

"We need to find a way to lure that ghost out. Unfortunately, we have too little information to analyze its killing patterns. If possible, we could try to trigger it manually."

"Besides that, there is another way."

Yang Jian looked down slightly at his shadow.

If the headless ghost's abilities were used to their maximum potential, it might be able to cover the entire plane.

But it's not worth it. Without the restraint of the headless ghost, the chance of the Ghost Eye reviving is very high. If I mess things up, and the vengeful ghost revives, I estimate that I will be at least an A-class vengeful ghost, or even an S-class one.

"Wang Dong, is everyone on the plane here?" Yang Jian suddenly thought of something and asked.

"All the passengers are here, including the first-class passengers, and all the flight attendants are here too," Wang Dong said.

Yang Jian said, "If everyone is here, then there's no reason for it to stop. That thing won't stop moving just because I'm here. As long as there are supernatural occurrences, it will continue until it's resolved."

Wang Dong asked nervously, "What should we do then?"

"Wait another ten minutes. If nothing changes, I'll take action," Yang Jian said calmly. "However, that would be riskier, for both me and you."

Unfortunately, I've run out of my white ghost candles.

Otherwise, lighting the white ghost candle would directly lure the ghost out.

About three minutes later, something changed in the cabin. The already dim lights suddenly went out, making the entire cabin extremely dark, with only some light shining in from outside the windows.

As soon as the lights went out, many passengers couldn't help but scream, thinking a ghost had appeared.

Yang Jian raised his head slightly and glanced at it. He knew this wasn't done by a ghost. Ghosts wouldn't turn off the lights; to that thing, there was no difference between night and day. It was probably just a simple problem with the wiring.

Immediately afterwards, the plane lurched and seemed to lose its balance, the cabin tilted at a large angle, and many passengers slid forward from the ground.

"Oh no, there's something wrong with the plane!" Wang Dong exclaimed in alarm.

Yang Jian's face darkened, and he glanced at him; "You mean everyone on the plane is in this cabin? Pilot, you forgot something? I specifically said to gather everyone on the plane here."

Wang Dong then suddenly realized that there was a pilot in the cockpit.

"I... I didn't... I didn't expect this." He had never handled such an emergency before, and his considerations were not comprehensive enough, leading to some oversights and mistakes.

"This is my first time on a plane, and I don't know how many people are on board. You're an air marshal, you should know best. How could you make such a mistake? Forget it, I can't rely too much on your cooperation. I'll have to step in when it matters." Yang Jian stood up, and then immediately disappeared from his seat.

He had been thinking about countermeasures and ghosts, and had never considered that there might be other people in other places besides this cabin.

Wang Dong's mistake caused the paranormal event, which was originally under control, to spiral out of control once again.

At this moment, Yang Jian did not complain or make excessive accusations.

He reacted quickly, and after realizing the mistake, he immediately appeared in the driver's seat.

They immediately activated the power of the Ghost Domain.

There were two pilots in the cockpit of the plane. When Yang Jian arrived, both pilots were already dead, their necks twisted by their own hands like pretzels. The other pilot seemed to have witnessed everything and was trying to take some countermeasures.

But it failed. Before he died, he was still holding a pen as a weapon, but the pen was stuck in his forehead. Blood and brain matter flowed out, and his eyes, wide open in fear, stared blankly in the direction of the door.

"The door is locked from the inside? Doesn't he want to escape?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing the bloodstains left by the second pilot on the door.

Under normal circumstances, if the first pilot was attacked by the ghost, the second pilot would have had time to escape, but he didn't. Instead, he locked the door and chose to stay there.

Are you trying to trap the ghost in this driver's seat with your own life?

"What a pity."

Yang Jian quickly withdrew his gaze. He noticed that warning lights were lit on various instruments on the plane. Although he couldn't understand them, he could tell that the plane had malfunctioned. All electronic equipment had failed, and the plane was no longer circling at high altitude as planned, but was instead plunging downwards.

Under these circumstances, the plane would crash within five minutes at most.

"Tick-tock!"

Suddenly, a trickle of blood dripped from above, passing right in front of Yang Jian.

He looked up and saw fresh blood seeping through the gaps in the instruments above his head. The blood was very fresh and even a little warm.

It must be the blood of a pilot.

"Up there?"

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye darted around eerily, as if they could see through the instruments and find the source of the blood.

He saw the culprit behind the instrument malfunction.

A bloodstained hand was hidden in the middle of the wiring. The blood caused a short circuit in the surrounding circuitry, which led to the plane going completely out of control.

"It's not the source, it's just a hand controlled by a vengeful ghost. It seems that the ghost didn't take the hand with it."

Yang Jian observed for a moment and concluded that it was because some of the instruments contained gold that they had stopped the ghost from moving in part. However, this prevention did not bring about any positive changes; instead, it caused problems with the plane.

Before he could stay any longer...

At that moment, a gunshot rang out in the cabin, instantly drawing his attention.

It was Wang Dong who fired the shot.

"It's finally reappeared." Instead of being afraid, Yang Jian revealed a strange smile.

His departure might have been motivated by a desire to create chaos among the passengers in that cabin.

When people are in chaos, there's always an unlucky kid who accidentally triggers the murderous pattern of a vengeful ghost and gets targeted by it.

"We absolutely cannot let that thing escape this time. We must find the source and eliminate it." Yang Jian turned around, took a step forward, and disappeared from the blood-soaked cockpit.