Shi Ling and the others were shocked by the man's death, and were also wondering how the corpse could appear here out of nowhere.

Ji Zhuo hid behind Sister Lu in fear: "This looks like a gunshot wound. The plane just had a malfunction. Could someone have hijacked it with a gun?"

Sister Lu was even more frightened than he was, feeling that everything was strange. "But how did this guy suddenly appear in first class? I clearly remember that there were only four of us in first class. And there was no gunfire just now. How did he die?"

"Where's the stewardess! Stewardess!"

Ji Zhuo hurriedly ran to other cabins, hoping to find help from the crew.

However, when he lifted the curtain of the economy class, he was stunned by the scene before him.

In the crowded economy class cabin, only a single light flickered, the light dim. The seats on both sides of the aisle were filled with people, and the flight attendant pushed a cart with her back to him. Everyone seemed to be still.

However, when his voice broke the silence, everyone in the cabin turned to look at him.

The stewardess stood still, but her head seemed to turn 180 degrees, and she looked at him like everyone else, with a strange smile on her face.

"ah!!!"

Ji Zhuo was so frightened that he stepped back, suddenly lowered the curtain, and tightly grasped Sister Lu's sleeve, "Sister Lu, there's a ghost! It's over, our plane didn't crash, but we encountered a ghost!"

"Where's the ghost?"

When Shi Ling heard the word "ghost", he felt a strange sense of familiarity and ran over immediately.

Yu Chen looked at Shi Ling helplessly and was about to keep up with Shi Ling's pace, but his eyes suddenly caught sight of the pistol in the hand of the dead man hanging at his side.

Slightly startled, he pried the pistol from the corpse's hand, opened the magazine, and discovered that the gun had only used one bullet. The spent bullet had clearly lodged itself between the gun owner's eyebrows.

Was this person committing suicide? He went to such great lengths to bring a gun onto an international flight that he was actually committing suicide?

Yu Chen looked at the corpse's hand holding the gun and quickly denied this guess.

The way this person holds the gun is obviously not for suicide. Moreover, if someone were to commit suicide with a gun in this gesture, most people would choose to shoot at the temple rather than directly between the eyebrows.

"Oh my god, it's pretty creepy!"

Shi Ling went over and lifted the door curtain. When he saw the strange faces filling the cabin, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still frightened and suddenly dropped the door curtain.

It’s not that she had never seen ghosts before, but this was the first time she saw so many ghosts!

Shi Ling clenched his fists, thinking somewhat melancholy, he didn't know if he could win.

Ji Zhuo was completely dazed. "Didn't the power just go out? How come there are not only corpses but also so many ghosts in the cabin? Sister Lu, I must be dreaming, right? I must be too tired from rushing around all day and fell asleep on the plane, so I had this dream. I'm going to pinch myself awake now."

Ji Zhuo said this, gritting his teeth and hardening his heart. He closed his eyes, pinched his thigh, and twisted it hard, "It doesn't hurt in dreams...Ahhh!"

Ji Zhuo screamed like a pig being slaughtered, tears streaming down his face in pain. However, when he opened his eyes, he was still in this bizarre cabin, and he couldn't help but feel a little hopeless.

Although Sister Lu was panicked and scared at the moment, she couldn't bear to look at her own artist.

She tried to seek help from the outside world, but found in despair that "there was no WiFi or signal in the cabin."

Shi Ling said, "This isn't the plane we were on before. If I'm not mistaken, this should be Baihang 513, which has been missing for ten years."