Yang Jian stood motionless on the road in Mingyue Residential Area.
Everything around him was covered in a layer of red light. The entire world had fallen into deathly silence. Even reality had been affected, plunging into a deeper layer of the Ghost Domain.
The only thing unaffected was the nearby building whose lights were gradually going out.
Other than that.
A patch of dark shadow beneath Yang Jian's feet kept spreading outward. It was a twisted, bizarre shadow that was eroding everything around it. Even the Ghost Eye's Ghost Domain could not block this influence.
He did not take any action now.
Because the complete ghost shadow was invading his body.
This process could not be stopped. Yang Jian could not simply slash the ghost shadow and separate it from his body.
He had prepared himself and waited for the final outcome.
Life.
Or death.
The ethereal music-box tune still faintly echoed in his mind.
But Yang Jian's body was gradually losing sensation.
It was as if he had been frozen stiff by a frigid presence, or as if something were stripping away control over his body.
"It's coming."
Yang Jian took a slight breath. Even in his current emotionless state, he could not help feeling nervous.
This was another gamble with his life.
Just like when he had hanged himself in Dachang City last time.
It might even be more dangerous.
There were too many supernatural powers within Yang Jian. If any one of them lost control, it would be fatal. It was more dangerous than walking a tightrope, and the process was irreversible. He had no choice but to do this.
Suddenly.
Yang Jian's slightly reddened eyes abruptly darkened. His pupils were swallowed by profound darkness, and a cold, terrifying consciousness burrowed into his mind.
At that