Mysterious Revival

Chapter 399: Chapter 398: Twisted Neck

Due to a sudden supernatural event, this airliner did not head to J City but instead followed orders to circle over a desolate wilderness, waiting for the event to end or until they ran out of fuel.

At this moment in the cabin, the passengers were still blissfully unaware of the supernatural intrusion.

No one would expect that on this bright, clear day, a haunted incident could occur on an airplane.

But danger always comes when least expected.

In the dimly lit cabin, over a hundred passengers sat comfortably in their seats. Although the plane was flying high, it was very quiet, without noise or turbulence.

In such an environment, most were sleepy, and even those who didn’t wish to sleep couldn’t help but doze off for a while.

A male passenger named Zhou Haw was one of them, heading to J City like most. Having eaten too much before boarding, he felt thirsty now and wanted to call a flight attendant for a bottle of water. But after scanning the cabin several times, he found not a single attendant on duty.

Even after pressing the call button several times in succession, there was no response.

“What’s going on?” Zhou Haw leaned slightly forward, looking around.

He noticed that the cabin doors leading forward and aft were all closed. Apart from other passengers, not a single crew member could be seen.

In the quiet environment, he didn’t dare to shout out loud and instead stood up, using the excuse of going to the bathroom to check out what was going on.

But as soon as he stood up, a uniformed air marshal quickly approached him.

“Sir, please return to your seat.” Wang Dong performed his duties with utmost seriousness, maintaining order in the cabin.

Zhou Haw said, “I just need to use the restroom.”

Wang Dong replied, “That’s not allowed right now. I hope you can hold it.”

“But it’s urgent.” Zhou Haw felt increasingly that something was amiss.

Wang Dong continued, “No matter how urgent, it’s not possible right now. There is a special situation on the plane, and our staff is dealing with it. We hope for your cooperation.”

A special situation?

Right then, the passenger named Zhou Haw’s face changed, and a myriad of possibilities flashed through his mind.

Hijacking? Mechanical failure? A bomb?

“What happened?” Zhou Haw asked curiously.

“It’s nothing too serious. We will handle it. Rest assured, and please remain quiet and in your seat during this time, cooperating with our work. Thank you,” Wang Dong said earnestly.

Zhou Haw was puzzled but had no choice but to sit back down in his seat.

After calming this passenger, Wang Dong continued his patrol.

As long as he was here, with his authority as an air marshal, he could maintain order. Disappearing or hiding would only cause undue panic.

However, with these strange signs already appearing, despite his calm face, Wang Dong felt uneasy walking through the dim aisle, his body tensing involuntarily.

The words from Yang Jian had instilled an inexplicable fear in him.

The ghost could be any one of these passengers.

This thought made Wang Dong shudder every time he passed by a passenger.

“I hope nothing happens,” Wang Dong could only comfort himself, while pinning his hopes on Yang Jian.

Only someone like him, whom the higher-ups trusted so much, could handle a situation like this.

While he was patrolling elsewhere,

The passenger named Zhou Haw, who had just sat down, was becoming increasingly suspicious and unsettled, though he didn’t know what was happening. The atmosphere on the plane suggested that something terrible was taking place.

He thought of many odd and bizarre possibilities.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but start looking around, hoping to figure out what exactly was happening on the plane.

As Zhou Haw scanned his surroundings, a passenger in front suddenly caught his attention.

The passenger was seated three rows ahead by the window, and because of the seating arrangement, he could only see half of the back of the person’s head.

If that had been all, it wouldn’t have been strange, as it was the same with every passenger in the row ahead.

But what Zhou Haw found odd was that there was a hand resting on the back of that passenger’s head.

The hand was pallid, void of color, with blotches here and there, blue in some parts, purple in others, resembling the hand of a corpse.

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At first glance, he didn’t think much of it and merely wanted to look away after a cursory glance.

However, the next moment, Zhou Haw saw the passenger slowly raise his arm, place his palm on his own face, and slowly twisted his head.

In that instant, his pupils shrank sharply, goosebumps rose all over his skin, a wave of fear surged within him, and his blood seemed to freeze; he was utterly stunned.

Because the seat next to that passenger was empty; there was no one sitting there.

In other words, when that passenger lifted two arms to press against his cheeks, a third hand should not have appeared.

So, whose hand was it that rested on the back of that passenger’s head?

A ghost?

Almost subconsciously, a thing that only existed in stories occupied all of Zhou Haw’s thoughts.

Realizing this, fear once again gushed forth, and Zhou Haw felt as if he had lost all sensation, making no movement, simply standing there staring at the back of the head in the third row by the window.

He wanted to speak up to warn them, but his mouth only opened and closed without making a sound.

At the same time, Zhou Haw was also fearfully wondering, why didn’t the person react at all when a hand lay on the back of their head?

But before he could continue to ponder,

the back of the head in front of him slowly continued to turn.

At first, the head was facing straight ahead, but now it had turned towards the right side window; ninety degrees should be the limit for a person’s neck, but that back of the head seemed to have no intention of stopping and continued to turn.

“Crack, crack~!”

Zhou Haw even heard the faint sounds of neck bones breaking, and the passenger with half a head visible kept turning.

And it seemed it was his own hands pressing on his cheeks, turning it around.

Is this something a human can do?

Soon, the head had turned a full half-circle, and Zhou Haw saw that the back of the head had become a half-forehead.

On the forehead were four or five ghastly pale fingers.

My God.

Another palm was lying on the person’s face.

At this moment, Zhou Haw nearly collapsed; he wanted to scream in horror, but under the extreme terror, his body simply wouldn’t respond.

“Crack, snap.”

The sound of bones fracturing due to excessive twisting of the neck continued to rise, faint but still echoing around.

The passengers in front and behind seemed not to notice and were unaware of the disturbance.

The back of the head appeared again in Zhou Haw’s perception.

The person’s head had now turned a full circle.

If it were a normal person, they certainly wouldn’t still be alive; they would definitely be dead.

But that passenger seemed as if nothing had happened, still raising his arms, stretching out his palms to press on his cheeks, and continuing to twist into the second rotation.

Those pair of ghastly pale, bruised, mottled hands were still covering it, one in front, one behind, twisting his neck in coordination with the passenger’s own hands.

Throughout the process, there were no screams of agony, no wailing, not even a hint of a struggle.

The neck kept twisting.

And Zhou Haw just watched, as if stupefied by fear.

As time passed, he didn’t know nor count how many times the neck had turned, only that eventually, due to excessive twisting, the neck had stretched a bit longer, causing the passenger’s head to gradually rise from the seat and little by little appear in his line of sight.

It was the face of a middle-aged man, now dark and purple in color, uglier than a dead man’s face, eyes wide open, filled with fear and despair.

“Aah~!”

Finally, all of Zhou Haw’s fear erupted, releasing a hysterical, collapsing scream as he frantically scrambled and rolled backward in escape.

This scream made everyone in the cabin turn in unison, waking some who were sound asleep.

Sitting in the first class cabin, Yang Jian, hearing this sound, remained expressionless, only calmly commenting, “The ghost has started killing.”

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