"Bang!"
A gunshot reverberated through the dim airplane cabin, shattering the almost suffocating silence that had oppressed everyone.
The gun was in Wang Dong's hands. His face was tense, even fearful, as he pulled the trigger.
His target was a nearby passenger.
Just monts ago, he had seen a hand appear on the shoulder of this passenger... The hand, covered in blood, had eerily reached out from behind. Soone next to them scread. By the ti he arrived, he could only clench his teeth, draw his gun, and fire.
At a distance of about one ter, Wang Dong didn't believe he could miss.
One shot hit the bloodied, eerie palm.
Flesh exploded, and blood splattered.
The hand detached from the passenger's shoulder and fell to the floor.
"It worked." Wang Dong's palms were sweaty, but seeing this, he finally exhaled a little.
The attacked passenger's ears were buzzing. Terrified and bewildered, they slumped against the cabin wall, not daring to move.
The other nearby people had descended into panic—so scread, so sobbed, others loudly begged for help, shouting about ghosts. Everyone was acting like they had lost their minds; no one could remain calm.
Wang Dong tried to maintain order but felt helpless as the situation was completely out of control.
"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, where are you?" He shouted loudly, desperately hoping for Yang Jian to appear and handle the situation.
But before he could continue to call for help, the sight before him plunged him into despair and powerlessness once more.
The passenger who had just been targeted by the ghost now had stiff, pale fingers erging from their pockets, sleeves, collar... even their eyes. The person seed to be parasitized by countless hands, and nobody knew how they had appeared.
The passenger attempted to scream in horror and despair, but blood uncontrollably spilled from their mouth. They couldn't utter a word through the entire ordeal, their face only expressing imnse pain. It was as if countless hands were tearing their internal organs apart, leaving them to wait slowly for death.
The terror of the ghost had far surpassed what it had been before.
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Was it because two pilots had died?
Indeed, this entity also seed to be highly adaptive, similar to the Ghost Infant from before.
The nearby passengers were only capable of shouting in chaos, offering no help whatsoever. Seeing this, Wang Dong could only look on helplessly. His gun was useless now; the hands attached to the passenger were too nurous. To continue shooting would be to kill, not to save.
"Are we dood?" He broke out in a cold sweat. Witnessing the ghost's slaughter and realizing the airplane was descending, he felt like bursting into tears, not just for the others, but for himself as well.
This was too hard.
Was surviving truly this difficult? It was as if not even a sliver of hope was given.
Were all supernatural events this terrifying? Or was it just this one that he was experiencing that was particularly so?
However, just when everyone felt hopeless,
a bright light suddenly illuminated the gloomy cabin.
The light was red, like fresh blood, casting its hue all around. It seed to dye the entire world this color, even the clouds outside the airplane turned red.
A person appeared in front of the passenger who was being attacked by the ghost, materializing in an unfathomable way.
Almost like another terrifying ghost.
"Yang Jian?" Wang Dong was stunned. His nearly crumbling composure seed to be stopped in its tracks.
Indeed, there was still one hope, the man who claid to be a ghost controller.
"You can't use the Ghost Shadow to restrain it. You need to use the Ghost Domain to capture this ghost. It seems to possess characteristics of the Ghost Domain, so just to be safe, I'll use two layers of the Ghost Domain to restrict it and lock it inside my Ghost Domain. Then, I'll take my ti dealing with it," Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.
In the second layer of the Ghost Domain, there was no one else; it was empty all around. He was the only one in the entire airplane, as if he had forcibly split the world into three separate spaces.
The real world, the first layer of the Ghost Domain, and the second layer of the Ghost Domain.
However, within the second layer of the Ghost Domain, apart from him, countless hands were gathered together, sinister and terrifying.
"Inconceivable, the first layer of the Ghost Domain is completely useless against this thing; it only manifests in the second layer of the Ghost Domain. Is this hand murdering people through the second layer? That would explain why the hand appears inside other people's stomachs," Yang Jian felt a chill down his spine.
A hand with two layers of Ghost Domain?
No wonder I couldn't find it. If I don't activate the Ghost Domain twice, I would never be able to find the origin of this thing.
The next mont.
Ghost Shadows invaded it, and those gathered hands began to lose their ability to move, continuously falling apart.
anwhile, in reality, Wang Dong saw the mysterious hand on the attacked passenger suddenly disappear, just as weirdly as it had appeared before—this ti, it weirdly vanished.
But this did not save him; the passenger collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood continuously and wailing in agony.
Inside the second layer of the Ghost Domain, all the hands were invaded by Ghost Shadows.
However, the source had still not been found.
Yang Jian clenched his fists, feeling a cold shiver, "What a joke, I can't find the source even with two layers of Ghost Domain. Could the ghost really be murdering through a third layer of Ghost Domain?"
He had thought this was a trivial paranormal event, not high on the Terror Level, and that it could be resolved as long as he identified the source, taking only so ti at most. But now it seed he was wrong, and wrong by a ridiculous margin.
This ghost indeed was not high on the Terror Level, but its bizarreness far exceeded Yang Jian's previous understanding.
Because the Source Ghost might well be hidden in a third, or even fourth layer of Ghost Domain that one could only encounter.
"This is an unprecedented discovery. I feel I have unwittingly touched upon so forbidden domain. If this ghost truly exists within the third or even the fourth layer of Ghost Domain, then by that logic... the ghosts' sudden appearance is not without warning; they gradually infiltrate from so Ghost Domain before finally appearing in this reality,"
Yang Jian's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and he instinctively touched his Ghost Eye.
The Ghost Eye could open the third, even fourth, and fifth layers of Ghost Domain, but if the Ghost Domains kept overlapping like this, I would likely enter a world of spirits.
This was a terrifying discovery because if he continued down this train of thought, Yang Jian might unveil the truth behind this global paranormal event.
"Is it really necessary to verify to know?" Yang Jian took a deep breath, and he lifted his other arm, stacking his palms together, covering his forehead.
It was a strange posture, but this was how to overlay Ghost Domains.
The third Ghost Eye slowly opened in the palm of his hand.
The third layer of the Ghost Domain was activated.
There was a faint red flash, and then it disappeared, as if nothing had happened around him—the only change was that, apart from Yang Jian, there was nothing else; even the airplane beca blurry, as if only a projection, not real at all, everything seed to be an illusion.
Is this the world of the third layer of the Ghost Domain?
Reality had beco illusory.
However, in this third-layer Ghost Domain world, Yang Jian saw a hand.
Pale and devoid of blood color, yet a weirdly un-decayed hand.
This hand was sitting right there in the airplane's cabin, not hidden, but invisible to everyone.
"Is the source right here?" Yang Jian felt no joy, but rather a strange unease.
Because his previous speculation had been confird.
Without much hesitation, the Ghost Shadow invaded again.
The Source Ghost Hand was successfully restrained, leaving no suspense.
It was the collision of three layers of Ghost Domain, and Yang Jian still had the upper hand. Without the advantage, the Ghost Hand naturally had nowhere to hide anymore.
And at the mont he acquired the Ghost Hand, a strong possessive urge surged in Yang Jian's heart.
His body was craving, itching to replace his own hand with this one.
"The instinct of the Headless Ghost Shadow?" Yang Jian's face twisted, aware that he was being influenced by the fierce ghost.
For now, I can still control it, but if my body continues to deteriorate, it will eventually beco uncontrollable, and I'll either go insane or be driven by instinct to beco a real ghost.
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