401 Fatal Palm
The compact space of the cabin was now showcasing its advantage.
Yang Jian only had to wait a moment to immediately pinpoint the source of the supernatural activity. If it were in a city, it would have been impossible to locate it so quickly.
There were only so many passengers in the cabin; once the ghost began its activity, no matter who it targeted, everyone fell within his surveillance.
It seemed like a female passenger was going to be the next target.
Her name was Su Qing, and like the others, she was on this flight. To be honest, she wasn’t too inclined to believe the stories about a haunting and a death on the plane, but since someone had died and another had witnessed it, she thought it best to at least cooperate with the air marshal’s arrangements. What if the ghost story was true?
No one could afford to joke with their own life.
“It’s that freak from before.” Seeing Yang Jian coming from the direction of the first-class cabin, Su Qing couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Because Yang Jian had disturbed her sleep earlier, she had come to detest this guy. Fortunately, she had scolded him away at the time. Otherwise, he would have surely come to bother her again. Right now, she had no interest in dealing with such a poor, rude little freak.
As for ghosts causing trouble, true or not, what did it have to do with her?
With so many people here, Su Qing truly didn’t believe a ghost would appear.
In her mind, ghosts were still something from movies and television, tales of heavy Yin energy keeping them at bay. She believed that there was no need to be afraid simply because there were so many people; she couldn’t grasp the true horror of malevolent spirits.
Therefore, Su Qing wasn’t the least bit afraid. She sat there leisurely doing her nails, hoping the flight wouldn’t be delayed.
However, she soon realized something was wrong with her body; she felt a chill on her back.
It felt as if an ice-cold finger was poking her back through her clothes.
The sensation of the finger’s coldness was clearly transmitted through her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.
“What’s going on?” She shifted her body, rubbing her back thinking something had fallen into her clothes.
Immediately, Su Qing felt a foreign object on her back, small, stiff, and cold.
She subconsciously reached back to feel for it.
Upon contact, Su Qing felt a palm on her back—cold, stiff, void of warmth, like a dead person’s hand, with no wrist or arm. It was incredibly bizarre.
In an instant.
Su Qing jerked her hand back with terror, almost jumping up with a scream.
But she didn’t.
Just as she tried to retract her hand, another palm suddenly extended from within her clothes, also ice-cold and unnaturally strong. This hand grabbed her wrist, preventing her from pulling her arm back, and the chilly invasion rendered her limb numb.
“Help, help… there’s a ghost.”
Su Qing was on the verge of collapse, feeling like she was losing her mind. She opened her mouth to scream but failed.
Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, an intense suffocation rushing over her.
Not only was her throat obstructed, but the thing inside was wriggling and trying to burrow out.
The object in her mouth grew larger. Su Qing felt her throat being torn, a metallic taste of blood spilling out. At the same time, the swelling object forced her mouth open, finally revealing itself.
It was… several fingers, moving up and down as if alive.
Eventually, she saw it was a pale hand emerging continuously from her mouth.
No, not just her mouth; her back, stomach, chest… Everywhere she could still feel was covered with icy hands.
Her body, now paralyzed by the eerie chill, was completely rigid, though her consciousness remained clear.
Su Qing was in a state of despair and breakdown. While the pain was unbearable, she couldn’t make a sound.
“Who, who will save me?”
She tried to shout for help, but the people around her seemed preoccupied with demanding the plane to make an emergency landing, unwilling to sit around waiting for a disaster; no one paid her any heed.
Her secluded seat and the dim lighting meant that even the closest passengers didn’t notice her dire situation.
After all, it all happened too suddenly. Who would have thought that a perfectly fine person could be attacked by a malevolent ghost within half a minute, especially with so many people around?
The others might not have noticed, but Yang Jian did.
The dim light had no effect on Yang Jian; even without a shred of light, his ghost eye could clearly see everything around him.
Due to the limited space on the plane, he could almost immediately lock onto any ghost that appeared.
Right away, he spotted the hand placed on Su Qing’s shoulder.
Mysterious and terrifying, enough to send 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 that from the woman’s chest another hand reached out, climbing up her neck. Meanwhile, the woman seemed to be gasping for air, tilting her head back with pale fingers emerging from within.
“Has a ghost invaded her body too?”
Yang Jian’s expression darkened, and without waiting to walk over, he activated Ghost Domain.
A faint red light emanated from him, and he vanished from the spot in an eerie manner. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Su Qing.
“Damn.”
Yang Jian’s disappearance and sudden appearance immediately surprised a nearby passenger.