Chapter 404 - Chapter 404: Chapter 403: A Little Science Lesson from Brother Tui

Chapter 404: Chapter 403: A Little Science Lesson from Brother Tui

Although Su Qing had survived, the eerie atmosphere surrounding them hadn’t dissipated, as if the true ghost lurked in some dark corner, waiting for its next appearance—and no one knew who the next unlucky victim would be.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was very oppressive.

Even though no one was screaming, the unease and fear in everyone’s eyes verified that their hearts were far from calm.

If it weren’t for Yang Jian being here, it’s likely that all the passengers on the plane would have descended into chaos by now.

After examining the bodies, Yang Jian stepped out of the small compartment, and at that moment, all eyes converged on him.

It seemed that Yang Jian’s presence could give them a sense of courage and hope, making them aware that even though there was a haunting presence, there was still someone who could resolve the situation, and they weren’t just sitting on the plane awaiting death.

It was different from before.

The passengers’ gazes towards Yang Jian had changed; previously filled with curiosity, astonishment, and even peculiarity, they now looked at him with respect, anticipation, and even a hint of inexplicable fear.

Without realizing it, Yang Jian had acquired tremendous authority among these passengers.

“I checked on that female passenger earlier. She’s fine, just sustained some damage to her cervical spine,” Wang Dong came over and said.

“Of course she wouldn’t die. If she were to die, that ghost would have killed her already,” Yang Jian replied as he walked.

Wang Dong hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I know I shouldn’t say this, but maybe things could have turned out a bit better if you had intervened sooner.”

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“If I weren’t on this flight, things would have been much better,” Yang Jian said with a smirk; “Everyone would have died, no change to that.”

“That’s not what I mean. I’m not blaming you, it’s just that earlier, you seemed to watch the woman being entangled by that thing without intending to rescue her; instead, you chose to watch,” said Wang Dong.

“Because I wasn’t too keen on saving her, who asked her to call me a perv earlier?” replied Yang Jian.

“All this over that issue?” Wang Dong asked, somewhat surprised.

“What else did you think?” Yang Jian asked, slightly perplexed.

Wang Dong found it difficult to accept Yang Jian’s reasoning, saying, “But that’s a human life we’re talking about.”

“But she wasn’t killed by me. I just didn’t save her; you make it sound as if I was the one who harmed her, right?”

Yang Jian added, “Besides, even if she really had died, what’s there to make such a fuss about? In supernatural incidents, isn’t it common for people to die? If you can’t accept the death of one or two people, what would you do if you saw that ghostly thing kill dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people? Wouldn’t that drive you insane?”

“Also, didn’t the other people fail to save that woman just the same?”

“It’s not the same, you have the ability,” Wang Dong said, unable to agree with Yang Jian’s action due to the concepts and education he had received since childhood.

Yang Jian answered with a light smile, “Does having the ability necessarily mean one should save others? What an odd notion. The wealthiest don’t distribute their riches to the poor, doctors capable of healing don’t treat patients for free, and even if I have the ability to save others, do you think it comes without a cost? Do you really see me as a Bodhisattva who delivers all beings from suffering?”

“If I were truly that kind-hearted, intervening every time someone was attacked by a ghost, I can assure you, I would soon be dead. That thing doesn’t just kill ordinary people; it would kill us, those of us like me, just as easily. For example, if I had died just now, what would the rest of you have done? Who among you could stand against that entity?”

“This, this…” Wang Dong was stumped by this question and suddenly didn’t know how to respond.

Yang Jian patted his shoulder and said, “If I had died on this plane, the only option would be a plane crash, as there would absolutely be no chance of rescue; simply because, if an entity I can’t handle appears, headquarters couldn’t send anyone else to deal with it. The only solution would be to send the plane, along with the ghost on it, away from the city, away from the masses.”

“If you’re only thinking about saving people, then the headquarters is thinking about saving the world. Therefore, if the ghost targets anyone on the plane, don’t expect me to save each one of them.”

Having said this, he glanced at the others.

“I will only focus on dealing with that ghost. Only when the ghost is dealt with can you be safe. Saving someone without resolving the ghost is futile and might even drag me down with it. Just now, I saved that female passenger, yes, but what if she gets targeted again? Do I go save her once more?”

“Addressing the root cause is key.”

Yang Jian’s tone was harsh and carried an indifference that made everyone shiver inside.

Wang Dong fell silent at this moment. Although he felt that Yang Jian’s words made sense—if the ghost was not dealt with, saving people was indeed pointless—the disregard for life and the attitude of watching a woman being killed by a fierce ghost without doing anything made his blood run cold.

Could a person really be so indifferent?

Wang Dong couldn’t comprehend Yang Jian’s thoughts because he had no idea what Yang Jian had gone through to get here.

When a person has experienced horror, despair, collapse, and skirted the edge of death, faced with a suffocating and hopeless terrifying existence… Sharing a body with a fierce ghost, excavating those forbidden abilities, and challenging the test of life and death, what’s left in the end isn’t much.

Being a ghost controller is definitely not a pleasant profession. Yang Jian has lost something along his journey of survival.

When did it start… probably after that hanging attempt.

Yang Jian’s words added to the already oppressive atmosphere.

After all, he made it clear that he wouldn’t act to save people; he would only act against the ghost. If you happen to be unlucky, then that’s just it—you’re dead.

Many people had objections in their hearts but dared not to voice them.

Yang Jian didn’t care whether they had any thoughts or not. It was better to make it clear so they wouldn’t completely depend on him when the time came.

“In the coming period, I hope all passengers present will cooperate with my actions.”

A male passenger held back his words and said, “If you don’t plan to save us, why should we cooperate with you?”

“I thought people who flew in airplanes would be fairly sensible, but it turns out there are still plenty of fools. It doesn’t matter if you don’t cooperate. The plane’s fuel can’t last forever in the air. If I haven’t dealt with this ghost before that time comes, the plane will definitely not make an emergency landing, only a crash.”

“So whether you cooperate with me or not, you decide for yourselves. I don’t care, because in the end, it’s not me who’s going to die,” Yang Jian said indifferently.

That passenger was suddenly rendered speechless and dared not to speak any further.

Ordinary people had no choice in this situation unless they wanted to die. If they wanted to survive, they had to do as Yang Jian said.

“No other questions?” Yang Jian glanced over everyone again: “If there are no questions, then gather and sit together. Make sure everyone is within my line of sight. The ghost is still on the plane, and if it attacks again, it will continue to choose targets from among you.”

Upon hearing this, the passengers hurriedly got up and began to gather together.

“These chairs are too much of a hindrance, blocking the view. Let’s make these chairs disappear,” Yang Jian said as he looked at the obstructive chairs that not only blocked the view but also hampered movement.

His ghost eye moved slightly, and a flash of red light passed by.

To everyone’s amazement, all the chairs in the cabin disappeared at that moment. Those who were previously sitting in the chairs suddenly found themselves seated on the floor.

The only chair left was the one next to Yang Jian, which had not disappeared.

He slowly sat down, resting his head on his hand and watching everyone with one restless ghost eye, taking in the entire situation around him.

Everyone who saw the empty cabin was completely stunned.

If before Yang Jian had only teleported temporarily, then now this scene was even more unacceptable.

This wasn’t magic or special effects from a movie, but a real scene unfolding before their eyes.

“Is this really something a person can do?” Many people were filled with astonishment.

“You, what kind of person are you?” Someone asked with a trembling voice, looking at Yang Jian sitting in the chair.

Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly as he glanced at the person. “Strictly speaking, I can’t be considered human, nor a deity, and definitely not a monster. To be precise, I should be described as a hybrid of human and ghost. Some people call our kind ‘Ghost Controllers’, those who command fierce spirits. In truth, we are just unlucky souls that have been possessed by ghosts.”

“You don’t need to be curious, because matters related to spiritual events and Ghost Controllers will be exposed sooner or later. Just pay attention to the local news.”

Ghost Controllers?

Spiritual events?

The rumors are true.

Many people were shocked, as some of them had heard about such things from various sources.

Tales of haunted places, those who became Ghost Controllers.

Previously thought to be fabrications or sensationalism by certain individuals, but to their utter disbelief, these rumors turned out to be true.

So, were the ghost stories in the cities where they used to live also true?

Just like the events that occurred today?

My God, what on earth is happening to this world? I’ve lived for so long and have not noticed a thing.

“Then how can one become a Ghost Controller?” a bold person suddenly asked.

This was the yearning and eagerness of youth towards mysterious powers.

Upon hearing the question, Yang Jian recalled his former classmate Zhao Lei, who also wanted to become a Ghost Controller. He calmly said, “If you find yourself in a spiritual event, take a part of the ghost and put it into your body, that’s how you become a Ghost Controller. You will also possess some of the ghost’s abilities… If any of you wish to have these eerie powers, go ahead and try, but the life span is short. Most Ghost Controllers don’t live past half a year, and overuse of the ghost’s powers can even shorten this time, perhaps leaving you with only two months, or even just one.”

Damn, isn’t that suicide?

Fear and dread filled the hearts of many. To be possessed by a ghost was this dangerous, not living past one or two months? What’s the point of being possessed?

Then they realized, wasn’t the person before them possessed by a fierce ghost?

Does it mean he won’t live for long? Using the ghost’s powers would even shorten his life span.

Wang Dong looked at Yang Jian with a complex expression upon hearing his words.

No wonder he didn’t save people, since saving them would mean using the ghost’s powers, which in turn would reduce the time he had left. The more people he saved, the quicker he would die.

Any sane person wouldn’t go around saving others under such circumstances.

“Is this the price to pay?” Wang Dong felt a sense of inexplicable shame.

“Yang Jian, all this is classified; you shouldn’t be talking about it,” suddenly, Qin Meirou’s voice arose from the satellite-positioning phone.

Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly. “Didn’t I forcefully shut down your communications? You’ve reactivated it? Indeed, you’re more long-winded than Liu Xiaoyu.”

“I still hope you answer properly. These things aren’t meant for ordinary people to know,” Qin Meirou said.

“It’s no big deal. Speak if you want to. Besides, this isn’t really a secret. Those who should know already do, it’s just that most people are still in the dark. Moreover, they’ve been involved in a spiritual event. Do you really expect to tell them there are no ghosts in this world?”

Yang Jian sneered, “Ghosts are killing people right in front of them, what’s there to hide? Since they already know about spiritual events, wouldn’t it be better to learn more about Ghost Controllers? What if they have a chance to become one in the future?”

“Back then, Zhou Zheng also liked to lecture about ghost knowledge. I’m just following in the footsteps of my predecessor.”

He didn’t understand Zhou Zheng’s reasoning before, but now he did. Zhou Zheng’s lectures essentially gave ordinary people a chance to survive spiritual events.

Even if the chance was slim and might not effect any change, it was still a glimmer of hope.

As for Yang Jian, he was purely killing time out of boredom; he wasn’t that noble.

“Just watch your step,” Qin Meirou said, unable to refute. She knew that after this incident, she would probably have to resign.

There was an unwritten rule among operators: once the Ghost Controller you’re responsible for dislikes you, you must resign or switch job positions.

After all, caring for the Ghost Controllers’ emotions was crucial.

Yang Jian paid her no mind and continued to wait for his next opportunity to strike. Although he was chatting aimlessly to kill time, his attention was still on his surroundings, alert for the ghost’s re-emergence.

The situation affected by the fierce ghost hadn’t dissipated, indicating the ghost’s presence still. But this time, it had hidden itself more deeply.

Was it because seizing those two pairs of hands weakened the ghost’s abilities, or was it that no one had triggered the ghost’s pattern, thus avoiding an attack?

It was unclear, but Yang Jian was not in a hurry; he didn’t believe that with so many people around, no one would attract the ghost’s attention.

“Brother Tui? Was what you said earlier true?” At this moment, Wan Delu, not knowing when he cautiously approached from first class, asked nervously.

“What did I say?” Yang Jian asked.

“About Ghost Controllers and spiritual events,” Wan Delu said.

Yang Jian replied, “Do you think it’s fake?”

“No, no, I just wanted to confirm,” Wan Delu said with an awkward smile: “Now it seems to be true, and I also understand why they call you Brother Tui.”

Faced with a spiritual event, ordinary people could only wait to die, but the man before them could resolve such events, essentially a life-saving pillar.

Whoever clung to him would be safe.

The title of Brother Tui was well deserved.

As for the earlier statement by Yang Jian about not being responsible for saving people, that was just to fool the foolish; even those selling clothes say they don’t make a profit.

To save everyone was impossible, but to save one or two was certainly doable. However, for those insignificant to him, Yang Jian wouldn’t waste his energy to save them.

If he tried to save everyone, wouldn’t that wear him out to death?

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