"Creak—"

"Creak—"

Those feet swayed gently in the breeze.

Goosebumps instantly covered my entire body, and I felt like my blood had frozen.

The surrounding air also began to feel cold and viscous.

I turned my head sharply, but saw nothing.

Is it an optical illusion caused by light?

However, when I looked at my phone screen again, those feet reappeared.

This time I see it very clearly.

Those were a pair of feet dangling in the air, swaying gently in the breeze, their toes kicking repeatedly toward the back of my head. Damn it!

I finally understand why the old man told me to wait a while before going to the toilet.

He had already figured out that there was something dirty in the toilet.

But you could have just said it outright.

Why don't you just say it outright?

How would I know if you didn't tell me? I even asked twice.

Did you seal your mouth with super glue?

If you had just said it outright, I wouldn't have stepped inside even if I had to poop in my pocket.

I pretended not to see anything, slowly wiped my bottom clean, put on my pants, and then reached for the doorknob.

No matter how hard I tried, the doorknob was as if it were welded to the spot and wouldn't budge.

"Bang bang bang!"

I pounded on the toilet door and shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping to attract the attention of the people outside.

"Is anyone outside? Hello! Flight attendant! Flight attendant!"

"Can anyone hear me?"

However, something even more chilling happened.

As soon as I finished speaking, there were three knocks on the door.

And the same shouts as mine—

"Is anyone outside? Hello! Flight attendant! Flight attendant!"

"Can anyone hear me?"

at the same time.

A thick stream of blood, as thick as fresh blood pumped from the heart, was slowly seeping in through the crack in the door.

A nauseating fishy smell began to permeate the air.

This smell was far from the usual bloody stench; it was mixed with the stench of rotting flesh, as if countless corpses were rotting and fermenting in a dark corner.

It made my stomach churn violently.

In the blink of an eye, the crimson liquid surged down the door frame like a flood bursting its banks, quickly spreading across the ground and soaking my shoes.

The temperature in the bathroom was also dropping rapidly.

I could clearly see my breath instantly turn into white mist.

A chilly wind howled in the cramped space, making me shiver all over.

I didn't dare knock on the door, so I just kept backing away.

But the toilet space on the plane is already small, so where could I retreat to?

I quickly looked around, trying to find another way out.

Just then, a pair of icy hands slowly reached out from behind and hugged my waist.

Bone-chilling cold!

The moment those hands touched me, a bone-chilling coldness, like countless tiny ice needles, pierced straight through my clothes, stabbing deep into my flesh and reaching the very marrow of my bones.

It felt as if it was trying to strip away the last bit of warmth from my body.

I froze on the spot, my teeth chattering uncontrollably, my eyes wide open, staring intently ahead.

Through the reflection of the patterned deck in front of me, I saw a woman with wet, disheveled hair slowly peeking out half of her face from behind me in an extremely eerie and slow manner.

A blast of bone-chilling cold air suddenly blew into my ear.

I turned my head mechanically.

What came into view was a face that was utterly terrifying.

The woman's skin was loose and damp, as if it had been soaking in sewage for years, giving it a nauseating bluish-white color.

In some places, it had even begun to rot, revealing dark red, rolled-up muscle and stark white bones inside, with maggots wriggling rampant among the decaying flesh.

Around her neck, a thick rope, like a ferocious python, tightly constricted her neck, deeply embedded in the already bloody and mangled flesh, almost severing her neck entirely.

When she saw me looking at her, her mouth slowly opened wider and wider.

Its tongue stretched out long from its wide-open mouth, drooping like a dead snake across my neck.

My tongue was covered with black blood spots, and dark red liquid dripped from the spots from time to time, sliding into my collar.

The hands that were holding my waist gradually increased their strength, like two iron clamps, tightening more and more.

My breathing became rapid instantly, and each breath felt like drawing in icy air, making my lungs ache from the cold.

Just before my brain was about to run out of oxygen, a scene suddenly flashed through my mind, inexplicably, of when I helped Huang Xiangu deliver the souls of the deceased during my last [spiritual journey].

I thought of the peach wood needle hanging around my neck.

This peach wood needle was left to me by my grandfather. It is made of century-old peach wood, with a sharp tip and the power of peach wood to ward off evil.

Last time, when that water ghost possessed Huang Xiangu, I used this peach wood needle to send it away.

I want to remove the peach wood needle.

Just as my hand was about to touch the peach wood needle, my hands tightened around my waist as if to break my ribs.

I could even feel the stinging pain of my nails digging into my skin.

I gritted my teeth and used all my strength to pull the peach wood needle off my neck, then stabbed it hard into her face.

The moment the peach wood needle touched the hanged ghost's face, it emitted a sharp "sizzling" sound, like a branding iron burning flesh.

After being pierced by the peach wood needle, the hanged ghost's body trembled violently and then began to writhe wildly.

A series of painful roars came from its mouth.

A black, putrid odor emanated from her stabbed face.

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