Mysterious Revival

Chapter 400: Chapter 399: The Second Victim

The eerie calm that had been brewing for a long time was shattered by a hysterical scream from the cabin.

To others, this scream seemed abrupt, but to Yang Jian, it was something that had been destined.

If there was a ghost on the airplane, then death was inevitable; the female passenger who died earlier had already proven that point. And after the first victim, there would be a second, a third… even everyone on board might die on this flight.

Those in first class, after hearing the scream, turned to look at Yang Jian with uniform expressions.

Their eyes were filled with panic, unease, and inexplicable shock.

Could it be true, as this man had said, that there was a ghost on this plane?

Despite their initial doubts, the scream had magnified the unease in the depths of their hearts, and they even started to believe that what Yang Jian had said might be true.

However, it wasn’t so easy to change deep-rooted beliefs.

While others still had their reservations, Wan Delu chose to believe without any hesitation.

Because he had once had the fortune to encounter a bit of the supernatural.

“If there really is a ghost, what are we going to do? We’re on a plane; if something happens, there’s nowhere to escape to,” Wan Delu thought to himself, shivering with fear.

Yang Jian glanced at him: “You had nowhere to escape to begin with. Haven’t you noticed the flight path? It’s not heading for J city at all but has been circling in the sky. Until the supernatural event is resolved, you only have two choices: be killed by the ghost or die in a plane crash.”

“The authorities have already tacitly approved my actions, so there’s no possibility of an emergency landing.”

“What?” Several passengers in first class were so scared they almost jumped up.

“I don’t believe it; how could they not care about the safety of so many people on an airplane? If something really happens, this will be big news,” the man in the suit said, both shocked and fearful.

Yang Jian glanced at him: “Who said they don’t care? It’s just a matter of choice. To save you is to let the ghost leave the plane, and that might result in even more deaths. Are your lives the only ones that matter, and not those of others? How many people can be on an airplane? At most a few hundred. But how many people live in a city? Millions.”

“So by that logic, we’ve been abandoned?” Wan Delu’s voice trembled as he spoke, unable to believe this was true.

Yang Jian said, “Don’t be too pessimistic. If you had really been abandoned, the plane would’ve headed for an uninhabited area to crash by now. It’s still circling in the sky because there’s a chance for things to turn around.”

“Because I can resolve the supernatural event.”

“Thank goodness, I didn’t expect you, such a handsome young guy, to have the skill of catching ghosts. You must protect us,” the sexy female passenger said as she patted her chest, looking relieved.

Yang Jian gave a slight smile: “Don’t misunderstand; I only said I would resolve the supernatural 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 such an outright rejection from Yang Jian.

“If there really are ghosts, then you better go take care of it. What are you still sitting here for? Isn’t it your responsibility?” Other passengers urged him on anxiously.

If he could quickly resolve this trouble with the ghost, it would also indirectly protect themselves.

Yang Jian remained unmoved: “No rush. The ghost has just appeared. My appearance is warranted when panic spreads, when everyone feels threatened. Now, even if you talk about ghosts, at least eight out of ten people on the plane won’t believe it. I don’t want to waste my breath trying to convince each one of them, especially when they won’t listen to me, so I won’t do such an ungrateful task a second time.”

“You’re too cold-blooded, that’s practically the same as doing nothing while seeing someone die,” the man in the suit exclaimed.

Yang Jian looked at him and said, “I think I’m very cold-blooded too, so I’ve decided to give you the chance to save others. It’s your turn,” he said.

After saying this, he passed over a handgun.

“This gun is special; it can hit that thing,” he explained.

The man in the suit, seeing the cold gun, didn’t dare to take it, saying resentfully, “I… I’m not a professional.”

“No problem, I’m quite an amateur myself, often making mistakes. I believe you can do better than me. Courage and belief are what matter most; everything else can be overcome,” Yang Jian pressed.

“Let, let’s just leave this to you,” the man in the suit said, stumbling over his words after taking a long time to muster them.

Yang Jian’s face darkened in an instant, he stood up fiercely and slapped the man’s face with such force that it sent him tumbling to the ground: “If you don’t dare to act, then shut up. Sit there quietly and wait for me to resolve it. Any more whining and I swear I’ll throw you off the plane. Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill?”

The man in the suit was stunned by the slap, seeing stars and feeling numbness on half of his face. His ears were ringing so loudly he didn’t catch what Yang Jian had said.

“Useless thing, you’ve been whining in my ear since the start of the flight. I really don’t know where you get your sense of superiority from. Putting you to death is as easy as crushing an ant; you should thank your ancestors that you met me on this flight. Otherwise, all of you would have likely died on this trip,” Yang Jian said sternly.

Yang Jian reached out again and grabbed a man by the throat, hoisting him up into the air.

His gaze was ice-cold, devoid of any emotion, with a hideous crimson eye on his forehead eerily swirling around, his body emitting a faint red glow.

A strong sensation of suffocation overwhelmed the man in the suit as he now looked at Yang Jian with eyes filled with terror.

This man… was truly frightening.

And moreover, why did this man have an extra eye on his forehead?

“Get lost, don’t get in the way of my business. Everyone else sit in your seats, shut up, and behave,” Yang Jian casually flung the man in the suit back into his seat, then issued a warning to the others.

A warning to frighten the monkeys by punishing the chicken.

Using this annoying man in the suit as an example to deter others, lest they interfere with his work later.

This tactic was evidently very effective.

Seeing this spectacle, everyone else remained silent as if they had been struck by cold, sitting in their seats, too afraid to move a muscle, for fear of enraging this man who seemed as mad as a hatter and getting killed.

After all, he was still holding a gun.

“Good, keep it like this from now on. Even if you have to go to the bathroom, do it in your pants,” Yang Jian glanced around and said, “If a ghost targets you, you’ve nowhere to run anyway. Better to die with some dignity.”

Having said this, he checked the time and felt it was about time to act; if he continued to stew, the people outside would start breaking down.

Immediately, Yang Jian, who had made all the necessary preparations, left the first-class cabin.

Qin Meirou, who was monitoring from her satellite-tracked phone, tacitly allowed his almost barbaric methods; otherwise, she would have spoken up to dissuade him.

Qin Meirou didn’t interject, because she knew that preserving life was most important, far more so than Yang Jian hitting you a few times or giving you a scare—these minor issues were inconsequential.

Moreover, ordinary people getting involved in paranormal incidents was already terribly bad. If they ran around screaming and panicking, they could disrupt the medium’s ability to analyze the situation and deal with the vengeful spirit—those who died would only have themselves to blame, as the longer a paranormal incident took to resolve, the more people would die.

This was indirectly harming others.

“Yang Jian, a second victim has appeared in the cabin, with the same cause of death as the previous one: neck snapped alive. But according to what Wang Dong reported, someone saw an extra pair of hands on the victim’s head,” Qin Meirou immediately relayed the bit of intelligence she just received.

“A pair of hands? What kind of hands?” asked Yang Jian.

“The lighting was bad, and the witness didn’t get a clear look. They only said it looked like a pair of dead man’s hands. The witness is named Zhou Haw; you might want to ask him,” she replied.

Yang Jian frowned, “If there is a physical entity, then it’s simple. I’ll take action when that thing strikes again.”

“Why didn’t you take action before?” Qin Meirou asked curiously.

Yang Jian said, “When I take action is based on my own judgment. If you want to forcibly intervene in my actions, or if you think my methods are wrong, you can have headquarters fire me. To some extent, I am quite willing to resign.”

Qin Meirou immediately chose to keep quiet.

Indeed, she had no right to interfere with a medium dealing with supernatural events, especially not with a top-tier medium like Yang Jian.

However, she felt that someone as capable as Yang Jian should be able to resolve a paranormal incident easily. If there were significant casualties, it would be a terrible outcome.

“Furthermore, have Liu Xiaoyu handle communications for the next supernatural event. I refuse to talk to you during such incidents,” Yang Jian added afterwards.

“Why, why is that?” Qin Meirou was somewhat astonished.

Yang Jian said, “No reason.”

“Okay, I got it,” Qin Meirou responded, her voice tinged with emotion; she couldn’t understand why her responsible attitude was met with such disdain by Yang Jian.

And while they spoke, he had already arrived in the dimly lit cabin.

At that moment, there was some movement among the crowd, the noise was a bit chaotic, and a certain fearful sentiment was spreading among the people.

Faintly, someone could be heard talking about the ghost on the plane.

Yang Jian paid no heed and strode towards the location of the second victim.