nyslfriends Chapter 645 Yang Jian Hangs Himself Live Stream, Golden Road Appears
Chapter 645 Yang Jian Hangs Himself Live Stream, Golden Road Appears
Yang Jian truly felt utterly helpless.
He was calm, rational, and decisive, but even after giving it his all, he still suffered a crushing defeat.
He would still dare to take a chance on a single starving ghost, but the unknown ghost in the apartment was a bit too overpowered, completely crushing all his abilities.
Blowing out the spirit candle, invading the ghost realm, and even forcibly altering his ghost realm—what kind of monster is this?
"We can't fight them, we absolutely can't fight them."
He really couldn't handle these two strange creatures.
There are no tactics to counter it, no rules to figure out, and no trump cards to use to maintain balance.
Now, what he needs to be more careful about is that the supernatural balance within his body has been completely broken. The resurgence of the eerie eye and the eerie shadow is a foregone conclusion. Before long, he will be completely assimilated by the supernatural, lose himself, and become a supernatural puppet.
With no way forward and no way back, waiting for death seemed to be the only outcome.
"We can't give up, there must be another way!"
Yang Jian's brows were furrowed tightly as he desperately tried to find a way out. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die like this!
"Hmm, it seems there's another way!"
The method that had appeared on the human skin ghost paper resurfaced in his mind.
The method is simple: hang yourself!
Using a rope that follows the rules of hanging, stand directly in front of the mirror and hang yourself with the rope to end your own life.
To outsiders, this is nothing short of self-destruction.
If you merge with the ghost, the ghost will inevitably awaken completely and take over your body, which is the first path to death.
The cursed rope has an ironclad rule: once someone is caught by the neck, there is absolutely no chance of survival; this is the second path to death.
If a living person is exposed to the reflection of a ghostly mirror for too long, they will be pulled into the mirror world by the supernatural forces within it, and replaced by the monsters in the mirror image. This is the third way to die.
With three certain deaths piled up, ordinary demon tamers would never dare to think about it, much less do it.
But the key lies precisely in the conflict of these multiple rules that inevitably lead to certain death.
The ghost mirror is also a strange thing; it can mimic the person looking in the mirror, and over time, it can even replace the person looking in the mirror.
Once Yang Jian is hanged by the ghost rope, human consciousness will temporarily stagnate, and the headless ghost that has been bound for so long will take over the body without any hindrance.
At this point, the situation will change. The eerie thing in the mirror wants to pull this body into the mirror space, while the awakened headless ghost clings to the body and refuses to give way.
Add to that the eerie rope around the neck that compels the hunting rules, and these three completely incompatible supernatural forces, each with its own absolute judgment, will fight and balance each other within the same body.
It's like several completely conflicting sets of rules are forcibly operating, restraining each other, and none of them can achieve their own goals. In the end, they will all fall into stagnation, which is a kind of paranormal crash.
The Shadow could not completely possess the body, the Mirror could not be replaced, and the Hunting Rules of the Rope could not be resolved.
His own consciousness will leave a mark of his past life in the mirror of the ghost.
Once the various supernatural entities are locked in a stalemate and fall into silence, the human shadow imprint he originally left behind can be restored to its original position through the resurrection rules of the Ghost Mirror.
After this gamble that cost them their lives, the restless headless ghost will be completely locked in place, and the uncontrollable ghost eye between their brows will be suppressed by the aftershocks of the clash of rules.
From now on, he will no longer have to exert all his strength to forcibly suppress the evil spirits. Instead, the two supernatural forces will restrain each other and achieve a long-term balance. Only then can he truly control his body and no longer face the fate of being transformed and destroyed at every moment.
Of course, this is just an ideal situation. Yang Jian knows in his heart that this is not a safe method. It is to gamble with one's own soul and take advantage of the contradictions between different supernatural rules to fight for a chance of survival.
But he had no other choice. He couldn't confront the strange source from outside the realm head-on, and if he kept running away and delaying, the fierce and strange forces within him would eventually turn against him.
To survive and to gain the means to fight against those terrifying and bizarre forces, one must step into this desperate situation and actively contribute to this battle between the rules.
Even the slightest mistake during the process could lead to utter ruin.
"Since we're going to die anyway... let's take a gamble."
Yang Jian muttered to himself, his voice calm yet carrying a resolute determination to gamble everything.
Rather than passively waiting to die and watching the entire city perish, it's better to use oneself as bait, perform forbidden techniques, and gamble on a sliver of hope.
"That's decided, let's do it!"
Yang Jian was not an indecisive person, and he made a decision on the spot.
Yang Jian returned alone to the temporary, enclosed safe house.
The room was dark and suffocating, with cold, thick walls on all four sides. Wisps of bluish-black mist seeped into the cracks, making the whole room deathly silent and eerie, devoid of any sign of life.
He silently bent down and took out two long-forgotten items from a wooden box in the corner.
An ancient, eerie mirror shrouded in a light mist and deep black, and a strange rope gleaming with a deathly gray hue and permeated with endless yin energy.
"I never imagined this day would actually come."
Looking at what was before him, Yang Jian was filled with emotion.
……
At the same time, Wang Qiming sat in front of the communication device, his fingertips flying across the keyboard, reporting all the intelligence to headquarters about the entire process of the investigation of Jingfu Apartment, the annihilation of the seven-person team, the coexistence of two ghosts, the overwhelming level of the bizarre rules, and the serious injury caused by the breach of Yang Jian's ghost domain.
The moment the report was submitted, the highest command center in Dajing City, thousands of miles away, erupted in cheers.
"What? Such a thing exists?"
On the huge projection screen, countless red warnings flashed wildly, causing the expressions of the high-ranking officials, paranormal research experts, and top ghost controllers to change drastically.
The headquarters commander, a middle-aged man with a square face, Cao Hua, suddenly stood up from his chair, his expression extremely solemn.
"Is there more than one source of strangeness in Da Cang City? Besides the Starving Ghost, is there another top-tier strange entity?"
A young tactical director was breathing heavily, his eyes wide with shock:
"The ability to silently extinguish the Soul-Suppressing Candle and directly shatter the Ghostly Domain of a Ghost Master—this level of threat surpasses even the city-level threat level!"
The atmosphere in the hall instantly became oppressive and suffocating.
After a while, Cao Hua said in a deep voice, "Immediately seal off all external passages to the entire Da Cang City area, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving. Mobilize all sealing artifacts and experienced monster-taming teams from surrounding cities to assemble and stand by!"
"At this stage, we will absolutely not willingly enter the fray and risk our lives. Our priority is to defend the outer perimeter and prevent the two supernatural entities from spreading out of the city. Once the two supernatural entities in Da Cang City form a coordinated attack, the entire jurisdiction will be completely overrun!"
Everyone looked somber; it was clear to everyone that this plan was merely a passive delaying tactic.
Faced with an unsolvable gap in levels, clinging to the position is merely a way to prolong one's life.
Just as the entire headquarters was making intensive preparations and morale was low, a remote video communication suddenly connected to the command center, and the screen switched to the safe house where Yang Jian was located.
On the screen, Yang Jian was pale, covered in wounds, and his eyes held only a deathly resolve.
"Wang Qiming, and everyone at headquarters."
Yang Jian's voice was hoarse and calm, yet carried a chilling sense of recklessness. "I've thought of something, something I can try one last time."
He then shared his thoughts.
boom!
These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving everyone on both ends of the communication completely stunned.
Wang Qiming froze on the spot, his eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief.
"Are you insane? This is a forbidden method that guarantees death. No one has ever used this method before. The slightest mistake will result in the complete annihilation of your soul and body!"
Even in the command center at headquarters, all was silent.
All the high-ranking officials, experts, and demon tamers turned pale with shock. They had never expected Yang Jian's method to be like this.
Cao Hua stepped forward abruptly, staring intently at the screen, his voice trembling: "Nonsense! Utter nonsense! This kind of life-or-death gamble has absolutely no chance of success. If it fails, not only will you die, but the two spirits within you will also be completely freed!"
"Once the two supernatural entities within you go out of control, combined with the existing starving ghost and unknown ghost in the city, Da Cang City will instantly become an inescapable death zone, with no possibility of recovery whatsoever!"
Faced with this statement, Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, and he firmly said, "I have already made up my mind. Even if I don't try, the strange thing in my body is about to resurface, so the outcome will be the same."
"this……"
Everyone at headquarters was soaked in sweat. They knew perfectly well that Yang Jian's gamble this time was the last desperate shot in the entire battle of Dacang City.
Success might be the key to turning the tide and achieving a comeback.
With the defeat, the entire city collapsed completely, and the three top-tier, bizarre beings ran rampant, with no one able to restrain them.
Wang Qiming remained silent for a long time in front of the screen, and finally slowly lowered his head, his eyes filled with endless fatigue and bitterness.
He was all too aware of Yang Jian's current predicament.
With the two internal monsters on the verge of going berserk, and the two external monsters pressing closely behind, this is truly the only option out of desperation.
His throat bobbed, but in the end, it only turned into a hoarse admonition:
You must be careful.
He didn't stop them anymore, and everyone at headquarters could only sigh helplessly.
Everyone stared intently at the screen, holding their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats, barely daring to breathe.
Inside the safe house.
Without further hesitation, Yang Jian held the cold, eerie rope and slowly stood in front of the eerie mirror.
The mirror was deep and dark, reflecting his scarred, pale, and resolute face.
He raised his hand and slowly put the chilling, eerie rope around his neck, then pushed the stool aside and began the hanging!
In an instant, the dormant supernatural force within Yang Jian exploded completely!
The eerie eye, which had been barely suppressed, broke through all restraints in an instant. The scarlet light between its brows surged, and the dark, eerie patterns spread rapidly across its entire face, down its cheeks and neck.
His eyes were a terrifying crimson, and a cold, domineering supernatural power swept through his limbs and bones.
The surrounding air distorted violently, and a dark phantom appeared, hovering around him, trying to take over his already unbalanced body.
The two host spirits residing within Yang Jian went completely berserk, colliding, tearing, and vying for dominance. Intense pain coursed through his entire body, almost tearing his flesh apart.
The biting chill of death completely enveloped him, his life force rapidly faded, his vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually sank and dissipated.
Yang Jianqiang clung to his last shred of consciousness, quietly waiting for the eerie mirror to absorb his consciousness imprint, waiting for the moment when the rules clashed and the supernatural system crashed.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The mirror was pitch black and lifeless, showing no reaction whatsoever.
There is no conscious retention, no fixed imprint, and no rule-based opposition.
The Mirror of Deception did not work!
Yang Jian's remaining consciousness plummeted into an icy abyss, a wave of utter despair washing over him, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly:
"That damned human skin magic scroll, it really is a fraud!"
"All that talk about rules-based combat, supernatural crashes, and leaving imprints is utter nonsense!"
"This method of breaking the taboo is a complete and utter dead end!"
Yang Jian was now truly in despair!
On the other end of the video, Wang Qiming saw with his own eyes that the mirror was completely still, while Yang Jian's condition deteriorated rapidly, his face turned deathly pale, and his hands clenched tightly.
The entire command center was filled with a drastic change in expression; everyone was on edge, as if their hearts had stopped.
"No, the Ghost Mirror isn't receiving Yang Jian's consciousness. His method seems to have failed. This is a disaster!"
"It's over, completely over. No trace remains. Yang Jian is truly dead; he'll simply be possessed by a supernatural being!"
An atmosphere of despair instantly filled the entire command hall.
On the screen, the situation had completely collapsed.
Yang Jian's consciousness grew increasingly blurred and scattered; darkness swallowed his vision, and his chances of survival were completely extinguished.
Countless eerie shadows surged into his body, and the rampaging supernatural forces completely took over his physical form, utterly replacing his human consciousness.
Humanity's Yang Jian is rapidly fading away.
A bizarre resurgence is already taking shape.
"Am I going to die? Am I going to die like this? I'm so unwilling to accept it!"
Yang Jian was very unwilling. He did not want to be devoured, nor did he want to become a mindless supernatural puppet.
The entire place was deathly silent; everyone was utterly desperate.
At this moment, no one could help Yang Jian; everyone thought that Yang Jian was doomed!
But just as Yang Jian's last shred of human consciousness was about to completely dissipate and sink into boundless darkness!
hum!
A dazzling golden divine light pierced through the eternal darkness, suddenly penetrating layers of eerie black mist and spreading across the entire sky of Dacang City!
A golden light arrived in an instant, enveloping everything.
The moment the golden light appeared, the restless, eerie shadows in the sky instantly stopped, the rampaging supernatural phenomena completely ceased, and Yang Jian's body, which was about to completely transform into a monster, also froze.
The black fog circulating throughout Dacang City, and the passage of time itself, all abruptly stopped.
Time stood still for a moment.
Everything came to a sudden halt, and all things fell silent.
Everything is frozen in this moment!