I'm not a psychopath!

Chapter 223 The Girl in the Coffin
Thousands of armors gave off strange signs. Some struggled to jump down from the racks, some strode forward and raised their long swords, and some found that they were missing an arm and secretly pulled one over from the next door...

They all came alive!

And it was approaching Jiang Qing. The sound echoing in the entire space also changed from being chaotic before to being neat and uniform now.

They formed a square formation and marched in unison.

"Are you kidding..."

Jiang Qing retreated again and again. In his sight, the interior of these armors were empty.

The most important thing was the murderous aura locked onto him, making him feel as if he were back on the battlefield filled with smoke. He could feel that these men in armor were all fearless warriors when they were alive, and the murderous aura was so condensed.

And every one of them.

Only after bloody battles and the baptism of artillery fire can one possess such murderous aura.

The only good news is that these armors move slowly, but their determination to advance seems unstoppable, and they want to kill Jiang Qingge here.

After observing the current situation, Jiang Qing couldn't find a way to break out.

"Although the combat effectiveness of these armors is not strong, and I can easily break them apart, they all have the ability to recover."

"We can only outwit them and not fight them head-on, otherwise we will be worn out here sooner or later..."

Jiang Qing slowly retreated while thinking about countermeasures: "If we want to break out... this is a confined space, so we should rule this option out first..."

He quickly calculated various possibilities and outcomes in his mind.

"If I choose to kill the enemy, these armors can be restored after being broken apart, but what if I completely destroy the armors?"

Jiang Qing thought this was a solution, but then he frowned again, because he saw that the armor that he had broken apart before only had a shallow fist mark left on the chest.

"I only used less than 30% of my strength. If I want to tear the armor apart and destroy it, I should need 50% of my strength, but there are thousands of armors here."

Jiang Qing felt heavy in his heart, he knew that he was facing an almost impossible task.

"...and different armors can complement and integrate with each other." Jiang Qing was silent. He just saw that the armor he had broken into pieces was missing an arm, so he could just take it from someone else and use it.

This is a complete army of undead spirits. Such an army... Facing this army that seems to have come from hell, he seems to have no chance of winning.

His gaze once again turned to the spells engraved on the golden coffin. Perhaps the key to controlling these undead armors was hidden there.

He recalled the changes that occurred in the space when he touched the spell just now, and it seemed that those spells had some connection with the armor.

"If I can master these spells, maybe I can control these armors." Jiang Qing's mind moved, and he decided to try to decipher these mysterious spells again.

He took a deep breath to calm his nervous mood, then slowly walked towards the golden coffin and carefully observed the glowing spells.

He knew this might be his only hope.

With Jiang Qing's touch, the spell glowed again, the entire space began to vibrate, and the movement of the armor seemed to stop with the vibration.

Jiang Qing concentrated his mind and tried to communicate with these spells, hoping to understand their secrets.

Time passed minute by minute, and Jiang Qing was completely immersed in the process of deciphering the spell.

He felt that as his understanding of the spell deepened, the armor began to undergo new changes.

The footsteps coming from my ears were getting closer.

"Cum clap clap!"

The sound of countless swords being drawn and chopped could be heard.

At the critical moment, he finally understood the true meaning of the spell. He recited the spell loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the space.

Those undead armors suddenly stopped moving, as if they were fixed by some force.

Jiang Qing's voice echoed in the empty hall, every syllable was full of power, and every spell seemed to awaken a sleeping soul.

As Jiang Qing chanted, the spells on the golden coffin began to emit dazzling light. They seemed to come alive, slowly rising from the surface of the coffin, forming spots of light floating in the air.

These light spots began to revolve around Jiang Qing, spinning faster and faster, and finally converged into a vortex of light.

In the vortex, a powerful force was released, and Jiang Qing felt as if he was drawn into a huge energy field.

He knew that this was the key to controlling these undead armors, and he had to persevere.

The armors began to emit low resonant sounds, and their movements were no longer unified, but became chaotic.

Some armors tried to approach Jiang Qing, but were blocked by the light and could not move forward; some armors were spinning in place, seemingly lost.

Jiang Qing felt that a subtle connection had been established between himself and these armors.

He tried to command them with his mind, but unexpectedly, the armors began to slowly respond to his commands. Although their movements were still a little clumsy, they had completely stopped attacking him.

"So that's how it is. These armors are driven by the power of spells." Jiang Qing had a clue in his mind. He continued to chant the spell, concentrating his mind, trying to fully control this power.

As he worked, the vortex of light grew brighter and brighter, and the power of the spell began to synchronize with his will, forming an indescribable harmony.

The movements of the armors gradually changed from chaotic to orderly, and they began to rearrange themselves according to Jiang Qing's will, as if a real army was accepting the command of a commander.

An unprecedented feeling surged in Jiang Qing's heart, as if he had really become the commander of this undead army.

He stretched out his hand and pointed lightly at a piece of armor. The armor immediately stopped moving and stood still.

Jiang Qing pointed to another suit of armor, and it took a step forward in unison.

"I actually did it..." Jiang Qing was secretly surprised, and at the same time felt a little excited.

He never thought that he could control such an army of undead armor.

His eyes fell on the golden coffin again. The spell there had dimmed, but he believed that there must be more secrets hidden there.

"Who is the owner of the coffin?!"

"Who can be buried in the underworld with a physical body?"

This is an obvious flesh-body coffin style. If it is a soul tube coffin, the appearance will be obviously different.

Jiang Qing walked towards the golden coffin and observed the spells carefully.

At this time, he noticed that there seemed to be a row of even smaller symbols at the bottom of the golden coffin, which could easily be overlooked if one did not look carefully.

Jiang Qing squatted down and studied the symbols carefully. He found that these symbols were somehow related to the spells on the coffin, but they were also different. They were more like a guide, or perhaps a way to remove the seal.

He began to try to decipher these symbols, and as his understanding gradually deepened, the golden coffin slowly emitted a stronger light. Suddenly, the lid of the golden coffin made a dull roar and slowly moved away, revealing the secret inside.

Jiang Qing held his breath. He saw inside the golden coffin. There was a person lying inside, a woman!
——————Her appearance seems pale and powerless to be described in any language. Her beauty is enough to make the stars pale in comparison and the moon hide.

That face seemed to be carefully carved by God, with skin as white as snow and delicate enough to be almost transparent, and long eyelashes covering the tightly closed eyes, as if it would wake up at any time.

Her red lips were slightly closed, with a mysterious and peaceful smile, and her black hair spread out in the golden coffin like a waterfall, reflecting the golden light around her, making her otherworldly temperament even more apparent.

She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, interwoven with gold and silver threads, which was gorgeous yet elegant, highlighting her noble status.

Despite the passage of time, her face remains lifelike and retains the vitality of youth, as if there is no sign of decay, as if time has frozen on her, forever freezing her beauty in her most brilliant years.

Jiang Qing felt an inexplicable respect and regret in his heart.

But what was more shocking was why she was sleeping in this golden coffin, isolated from the world? What was the relationship between her and these immortal armors?
He looked around carefully to prevent any unknown danger.

However, apart from the roar when the golden coffin was opened, the entire space fell silent again.

Jiang Qing plucked up his courage and slowly approached the golden coffin. He wanted to take a closer look at the condition of this mysterious woman.

When he walked to the edge of the golden coffin, he noticed a strange symbol painted on the woman's forehead, which was strikingly similar to the spell outside the coffin.

"Huh? This symbol... Since I can control the coffin rune, what about this one?"

He thought about it and realized that even though there was such a big commotion, this space was still closed. His spiritual sense had already filled every corner and had no source.

In this case, it is better to seek change.

Just as he stretched out his hand and was about to touch the symbol, an angry voice came to his ears.

"Who are you!?"

"You are not the lord! Kill!!!"

Along with the word "kill", along with the word "kill", all the bronze armors came alive and rushed towards Jiang Qing like crazy.

The movements of these armored figures suddenly became extremely swift. They brandished their long swords and made deafening roars. The entire hall was filled with the echo of metal clashing.

"Oops." Jiang Qing cursed inwardly.

Faced with this sudden attack, he knew there was no way to hide and had to fight back.

His fists whistled like a tiger descending from a mountain, and each blow carried the sound of breaking through the air. The bronze armors retreated under his attack like fallen leaves swept by autumn wind.

However, as time passed, Jiang Qing began to feel that his strength was gradually declining, and his physical strength was constantly being consumed in the continuous fighting.

What’s even more troubling is that these bronze armors really all have mysterious recovery abilities.

Every time they were broken up, the scattered fragments would miraculously reassemble themselves shortly afterwards, returning to their complete armor form and joining the battle again.

This caused the battle situation to gradually become stalemate, and both sides fell into a state of anxiety.

Jiang Qing knew that he couldn't delay any longer, otherwise he would surely die.

Just at this moment, he caught a glimpse of the golden coffin out of the corner of his eye. Even if the fight between the two sides was fierce, the man in bronze armor would subconsciously protect the coffin.

This made him feel something.

At present, most of the energy has been depleted, and it is not a good idea to continue killing like this.

Even if he used his trump card to defeat these bronze armors, he couldn't get out, so it was best to conserve his strength before thinking of a solution.

Jiang Qing gritted his teeth and thought to himself, I'm sorry.

He gathered an unparalleled spiritual energy and, with his domineering aura, slashed out with his sword.

The vast spiritual energy poured out like a flood, shaking the armor on the sword path to the sides.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Qing seized the opportunity, rushed quickly to the golden coffin, turned over, and entered the coffin. He did not forget to cover the coffin lid.

At the moment the coffin closed, the world suddenly became quiet. The roar of bronze armor, the echo of metal collision, everything came to an abrupt end at this moment.

It was as if those murderous soldiers disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Qing lay in the narrow golden coffin and could only hear his own heartbeat, which seemed particularly clear in the dead silence.

It was a risky move, but he knew better that sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest place.

The attacks of the bronze armors stopped. They wandered around the golden coffin but did not make any moves. The golden coffin definitely had some special meaning that made them dare not act rashly.

Jiang Qing lay in the coffin and began to seize the time to recover his strength. At the same time, his brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to escape.

He knew that this temporary peace would not last long, and he had to come up with a solution as soon as possible, otherwise once the bronze armor attacked again, he would have nowhere to escape.

In this enclosed space, Jiang Qing was isolated from the outside world, with only his own breathing and heartbeat accompanying him.

He closed his eyes and let his mind enter a meditative state, trying to sense the mysteries hidden in this space and find a glimmer of hope.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Time passed slowly in Jiang Qing's perception, and every second seemed to be stretched.

He lay in the golden coffin, surrounded by a suffocating darkness, with only his breathing and heartbeat echoing in the dead silence. However, in this endless darkness, Jiang Qing suddenly felt something strange.

His breathing seemed to become faster, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

It was still pitch black in front of him, and he was still lying in the narrow golden coffin.

However, he clearly heard that his breathing rhythm had changed.

As a monk, his breathing rhythm should be steady and regular, one inhalation and one exhalation, over and over again. This is an instinct he has cultivated over the years.

But just now, he was sure he took one more breath.

"Strange..." Jiang Qing felt uneasy and began to look for the cause of this abnormality, but there was nothing but darkness around him.

He closed his eyes again, trying to calm his mind and continue his meditation and recovery.

However, it wasn't long before that strange feeling came back, and this time, he exhaled an extra breath.

"It doesn't make sense!?" Jiang Qing was confused. As a cultivator with high cultivation level, controlling his breathing was a natural thing for him, and it was done subconsciously.

Breathing rhythm is extremely important to a monk, which is why he can detect abnormalities instantly.

“Is there something wrong with my subconscious?”

(End of this chapter)