I'm not a psychopath!

Chapter 222 Bronze Armor, Golden Coffin

His eyes became empty, as if he was completely bewitched, and he walked uncontrollably towards the throne step by step.

Soon, Jiang Qing climbed the nineteen steps leading to the throne, and in front of him was the huge throne that symbolized supreme power.

"Sit on it, sit on it..." Jiang Qing had a dreamy look in his eyes and was about to sit on it.

But the next moment, a defiant smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, his will became firm again, and the Longyuan Sword was unsheathed, with a sound of breaking through the air, and slashed fiercely at the throne.

Even the throne of King Yama was cut with a shocking crack by the Longyuan Sword, but this crack was harmless to the huge throne.

"Want to seduce me?" Jiang Qing sneered disdainfully, "Since you attacked me, you have to pay the price."

Although these words sounded a bit arrogant, this was because he knew clearly that there were no gods or demons here anymore, and the King of Fengdu had disappeared long ago.

He glanced at the sword mark, and the charming power on the throne disappeared. Jiang Qing was about to leave to look for the whereabouts of Qin Xiaosui and the others.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a pale face in front of him with creepy makeup on it... It was a paper man!

The moment this thought came to his mind, he was pinned down by the other party and sat on the throne.

Jiang Qing was shocked. He didn't expect that the paper man would appear here and possess such powerful strength. He tried to break free, but found that his body seemed to be firmly fixed on the throne by some force and he couldn't move.

A strange smile appeared on the face of the paper man, and it slowly stretched out its hand and pointed at Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing felt a cold breath rising from the throne and penetrating into his body. His consciousness began to blur, as if he was being pulled into an endless abyss.

The paper figure stood in front of Jiang Qing. Its lifeless eyes first turned to look at the dark and huge hall. That direction was exactly where Qin Xiaosui and others were.

Its gaze seemed to penetrate through the layers of darkness and reach the five people in the distance.

However, after just a moment, it withdrew its gaze and returned to Jiang Qing's face again.

The paper man's face began to twist and change, flashing through all kinds of faces: joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, sadness...all kinds of expressions quickly alternated on its face, as if all the aspects of the human world were compressed in an instant.

Finally, a cold and ruthless face froze in place, but a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking, but also as if he was praising.

The paper man stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Qing's forehead. He kept muttering something, probably performing some mysterious ritual.

However, the next moment, a nameless fire ignited in its hand, and soon the fire spread to the entire body of the paper man.

A look of surprise appeared on its face, as if it had thought of something, and then its expression gradually became relieved.

He looked at Jiang Qing deeply, his eyes contained too many complex emotions, including reluctance, determination, and a hint of imperceptible expectation.

Then, it sat down cross-legged in front of Jiang Qing, allowing the flames to devour it more violently.

In the firelight, the figure of the paper man gradually became blurred and finally turned into a pile of ashes.

"Crack, crack, crack..." At this strange and tense moment, the entire huge throne actually began to rotate slowly, turning to the back little by little.

Although the movement was slow, it carried an irresistible force.

……

Jiang Qing's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he was pulled by a mysterious force. He felt as if he had traveled through time and space and came to a bizarre continent.

He looked down at his translucent body, and recalled how he was pressed onto the throne by the paper man. "...Am I dead?"

"Or is this a dream?"

He couldn't tell, but he hoped it was the latter.

In the dream, he stood in a chaotic void, surrounded by endless stars and floating continents.

The figures of gods and demons shuttled through it, their power shook the entire universe, and every wave of their hands and feet was accompanied by the birth and death of stars.

In the sky, the huge god and the ferocious demon started a fierce battle.

Their roars shattered the stars, their battles affected countless worlds, and the divine light and demonic flames intertwined, creating one shocking picture after another.

During this battle, Jiang Qing saw countless mysterious phenomena.

Some gods can summon ancient mythical beasts that have the power to overturn rivers and seas; some demons can tear apart space and summon endless demon soldiers from other dimensions.

There are also some beings whose behavior is completely beyond common sense. They can reverse the passage of time and even create dreams within dreams.

The battle lasted for endless years until one day, an unknown force suddenly arrived.

This force is so powerful that it cannot be described in words. It is like an invisible wave that sweeps across the entire universe in an instant.

The stars went out one after another, the continents shattered piece by piece, and the figures of gods and demons began to dissipate. This once glorious era came to an end in silence.

Jiang Qing witnessed all this, and his heart was filled with shock and disbelief.

He saw the despair of the gods and demons, their final struggle, and their powerlessness in the face of this force.

This is the end of an era, the twilight of the age of gods and demons. Jiang Qing witnessed all of this as a bystander.

At the end of the dream, the entire universe fell into a dead silence. All the stars were extinguished, all the continents were broken, and all life was gone.

All that was left was endless darkness and Jiang Qing, a lonely bystander.

Then, the dream suddenly broke and Jiang Qing's consciousness was pulled back to reality.

He found himself still sitting on the throne in the Yama Palace, but the mysterious power had disappeared.

Jiang Qing took a deep breath, his heart full of doubts.

The dream was too real and too shocking for him to believe, but he knew that it was not just a simple dream, it seemed to foreshadow some unknown secret.

Jiang Qing’s thoughts were pulled away from the bizarre dream and his consciousness returned to reality.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pool of dark ashes in front of him, which made him frown.

He had not noticed the pool of ashes before, which means that it appeared when he was dreaming.

“Could it be a paper figure?”

After Jiang Qing made this guess, he squatted down, carefully examined the ashes, and sniffed the air. He found that there was indeed a special smell produced by burning paper and paint.

"It burned itself?" Jiang Qing was puzzled.

Why did the paper man lead him here? Why did he press him to the throne? Why did he burn himself to death? What did everything he saw in the dream symbolize?
These questions were like a tangled mess, entangled in Jiang Qing's mind.

Jiang Qing couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he had to suppress these questions in his heart for the time being.

He stood up and decided to go find Qin Xiaosui and the others first. Since they had also entered the ghost town, they were probably worried that he had found them, and then they were forced into the Yama Palace by the ghosts...

Jiang Qing had some guesses in his mind.

However, at this moment, Jiang Qing was suddenly stunned, "Where is this?"

The scene before him had completely changed. Although it was still shrouded in darkness, it lacked the grandeur and solemnity of the Yama Palace.

There was no light source and it was pitch black all around. He had not realized this until now because he had been shocked by what he had dreamed of.

"This doesn't seem to be the Yama Palace anymore..."

Jiang Qing looked around, trying to find some familiar signs, but there was nothing but darkness. He tried to take a few steps, but the darkness seemed endless. He didn't know where he was or which direction he should go.

Jiang Qing stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself.

He knew that in this unknown environment, panicking would only make things worse.

He closed his eyes and allowed his perception to reach its sharpest state, not that he was unable to create a light source.

It’s just that everything here is unknown, and I’m not sure if it’s dangerous.

Creating a light source in the darkness would undoubtedly make him the most "eye-catching" existence, which was equivalent to exposing himself openly.

If there is something malicious here, doing this will be tantamount to seeking death.

In the dim light, Jiang Qing slowly walked towards the depths of the hall, his steps steady and cautious.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense some strange breath, and his body suddenly stopped at the threshold.

His attention was drawn to the scene in the center of the hall. There, there were rows of black cross-shaped wooden frames arranged in an orderly manner, and on each frame hung a set of bronze armor.

These armors are very close to each other, almost less than one meter apart. They are densely arranged in the hall. At just a glance, one can count nearly three thousand sets!
These armors reflected a faint luster in the dim light, and each set looked solemn and dignified, as if the warriors who once wore them were still roaring on the battlefield.

An inexplicable awe welled up in Jiang Qing's heart. He knew that these armors were not just cold metal. They carried history and recorded glory and sacrifice.

When he approached the wooden racks, he found that the styles of each set of armor were slightly different. Some were gorgeously decorated, while others were simple and practical, but without exception, they all revealed a kind of calmness that came from going through vicissitudes of life.

Jiang Qing stretched out his hand and gently touched one of the sets of armor. The cold touch from his fingertips made his heart shudder, as if he could feel the years of accumulation contained in the armor.

His eyes moved slowly over these pieces of armor, trying to find clues from these ancient equipment. Perhaps the owners of these pieces of armor were once warriors who protected this land, or perhaps they witnessed the former glory of the hall.

He carefully observed every detail on the armor, from the carved patterns to the marks of wear and tear, every point may hide the code of history.

Jiang Qing still couldn't help it, and a flame ignited at his fingertips, like a candle. Under the reflection of the flame, the rusty armor was revealed, with dark red blood spots and hideous cracks, looking like they were injured by sharp weapons.

The scars on these armors are extremely horrific, as if they were left by sharp weapons, and most of them are concentrated on the front of the armor.

Jiang Qing couldn't help but wonder, if it was a fight on the battlefield, there shouldn't be only scars left on the front... There is only one possibility.

The densely packed army marched forward shoulder to shoulder, holding spears in their hands, determined not to retreat but to die.

"Is he protecting something?"

Just as he was immersed in observing these armors, a slight noise broke the silence in the hall.

Jiang Qing's nerves immediately tensed up and he quickly looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

However, there seemed to be nothing else in the hall except these silent armors and wooden frames.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but his inner vigilance did not relax.

He knew that in this unknown environment, any abnormality could not be ignored. He continued to move forward, but his pace became more cautious and he took every step extremely carefully.

As he gradually went deeper into the hall, the arrangement of the armor began to change. They were no longer so neat and uniform, but began to present an irregular arrangement.

Jiang Qing noticed that the spacing between these pieces of armor became uneven, and there were even gaps in some places, as if they had been moved manually.

Wait, was it moved by humans or did it move by itself? As soon as this thought came to his mind, it grew wildly and uncontrollably.

"Ding-ling——" The sound of bronze armor plates colliding came from the darkness. Jiang Qing's body tensed and he turned around suddenly, but everything was normal in the darkness.

Cold sweat began to appear on Jiang Qing's forehead. He definitely did not hear the voice wrongly.

Moreover, this is a closed space with no air flow in it. In a static environment, how could the armor make a collision sound?
Jiang Qing forced himself to suppress his fear. The enemy was in the dark and I was in the light, so I couldn't find him.

Then lure the other party out.

He continued walking forward, and soon reached the end, where there stood a golden coffin with densely packed spells engraved on it.

“Judging from the placement of the armor, it seems that these armors are used for protection.

Well, using armor instead of living people is like the Terracotta Warriors of Qin Shi Huang." Jiang Qing thought it was understandable.

"In other words, you are the real owner?" Jiang Qing walked to the golden coffin and touched it.

"Ding-ling, ding-ling, ding-ling..." The sound of collision appeared again, and Jiang Qing's expression tensed.

But when he turned around, the noise disappeared again. When he looked away, the noise came again, "Fuck..."

Jiang Qing felt a little tingling on his scalp.

And after several such pulls, he keenly discovered that the position of some bronze armor had indeed changed.

"Gurgle." Jiang Qing swallowed.

He saw a bronze armor appeared beside him at some point, but the problem was that it had no flesh and was empty, but it could stand in front of you, as if the person wearing it was an invisible person.

It raised the bronze sword in its hand and made a move to strike.

Jiang Qing reacted quickly and knocked it apart with one punch. He was a little happy that it was so weak.

The next moment, the sound of bronze armor colliding echoed densely throughout the space, and the armor that had been broken apart before was reassembled.

(End of this chapter)