I'm not a psychopath!

His eyes became empty, as if he was completely bewitched, and he walked towards the throne step by step without control.

Soon, Jiang Qing climbed the 19 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's eyes were infatuated, and he was about to sit on it.

But the next moment, a rebellious smile suddenly appeared at 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 fiercely chopped at the throne.

Even the throne of King Yama was chopped out of a shocking crack under the Longyuan Sword, but this crack was harmless to the huge throne.

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

Although this sounded a bit arrogant, this was exactly when he knew that there were no gods and demons here, and the Emperor of Fengdu had disappeared long ago.

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

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

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

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

The paper man's face showed a strange smile, 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 about to be pulled into an endless abyss.

The paper man stood in front of Jiang Qing, and its lifeless eyes first turned its head to look at the dark and huge hall, which was exactly where Qin Xiaosui and the 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 retracted its gaze and returned to Jiang Qing's face again.

The face of the paper man began to twist and change, flashing through the faces of all beings, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, sadness... Various expressions quickly alternated on its face, as if all the forms of the world were compressed in an instant.

Finally, a cold and ruthless face froze, but the corners of its mouth slightly raised a smile, as if mocking, and as if admiring.

The paper man stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Qing's forehead. It kept muttering something in its mouth, which should be performing some mysterious ritual.

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

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

He looked at Jiang Qing deeply, and there were too many complex emotions in his eyes, including reluctance, determination, and a trace of imperceptible expectation.

Then, it sat cross-legged in front of Jiang Qing, letting the raging fire devour it more and more violently.

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

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

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

...

Jiang Qing's consciousness gradually 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 that 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, huge gods and ferocious demons fought fiercely.

Their roars shattered the stars, and their battles affected countless worlds. The divine light and the demon flames intertwined to create a series of shocking pictures.

In this battle, Jiang Qing saw countless mysterious phenomena.

Some gods can summon ancient beasts, which have the power to overturn rivers and seas; some demons can tear space and summon endless demon soldiers from different dimensions.

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

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

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

The stars went out one by one, the continents broke one by one, 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 full of shock and disbelief.

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

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

At the end of the dream, the entire universe fell into deathly silence. All the stars have been extinguished, all the continents have been shattered, and all life has been lost.

There was only endless darkness and Jiang Qing, the lonely bystander.

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

He found that he was still sitting on the throne of Yama Hall, but the mysterious power had disappeared.

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

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

His thoughts were withdrawn from the bizarre dream, and Jiang Qing's consciousness returned to reality.

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

He had not noticed this puddle of ashes before, which meant that it appeared when he was dreaming.

"Is it a paper man?"

Jiang Qing made this guess. He squatted down, looked carefully at the ashes, and sniffed the smell in the air. There was indeed a special smell produced by burning paper and paint.

"It set itself on fire?"

Jiang Qing was puzzled.

Why did the paper man lead himself here? Why put him on the throne? Why self-immolate again? What does everything you see in your dream mean?

These questions were like a mess, tangled in Jiang Qing's mind.

Jiang Qing couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to keep 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 most likely worried that he had found them, and then they were forced into the Hall of Hell by the ghosts...

Jiang Qing had a guess in her mind.

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

The scenery in front of him had completely changed. Although it was still shrouded in darkness, it no longer had the grandeur and solemnity of the Yama Palace.

There was no light source, and the surroundings were pitch black. He had not discovered this until now because he was shocked by the things in his dream.

"This seems to be no longer the Hall of Hell..."

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 to have no end. He didn't know where he was or which direction he should go.

Jiang Qing stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his mood.

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

He closed his eyes and allowed his perception to reach its sharpest state. It wasn't that he couldn't create a light source.

It's just that everything here is unknown, and it's not sure whether it's dangerous.

And creating a light source in the darkness will undoubtedly make him the most 'eye-catching' existence, which is tantamount to exposing himself openly.

If there is something malicious here, doing so would be a recipe for death.

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

Suddenly, he seemed to feel some strange aura, and his body suddenly stopped in front of the threshold.

His eyes were attracted by the scene in the center of the hall, where there were rows of black cross-shaped wooden frames placed in an orderly manner, with a set of bronze battle armor hanging on each wooden frame.

These armors are very close to each other, barely one meter apart. They are densely arranged in the hall. At just one glance, one can count nearly three thousand sets!

These armors reflected a faint luster in the dim light, and each set looked solemn and solemn, as if the warriors who once wore them were still roaring on the battlefield.

Jiang Qing felt an inexplicable awe in his heart. He knew that these armors were not just cold metal, they carried history and recorded glory and sacrifice.

When he approached these wooden frames, he found that each set of armor was slightly different in style. Some were ornately decorated, some were simple and practical, but without exception, they all revealed a kind of calmness that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

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

His eyes moved slowly on these armors, and he tried to find clues from these ancient equipments. Perhaps the owners of these armors were once warriors who guarded this land, or perhaps they witnessed the former glory of the hall.

He carefully observed every detail on the armor, from the engraved patterns to the traces of wear, every bit might hide the password of history.

Jiang Qing still couldn't hold it back, and lit a flame at his fingertips, like a candle. Under the reflection of the flame, these battle armors were stained with rust, revealing patches of dark red blood spots, as well as hideous cracks. Look, It looked like he had been wounded by a sharp weapon.

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

Jiang Qing couldn't help but have doubts in his heart. If he was fighting on the battlefield, there shouldn't be only scars left on the front... There was only one situation.

The dense army stood shoulder to shoulder, marching forward in formation, holding spears, willing to die rather than retreat.

"Are you protecting something?"

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

Jiang Qing's nerves immediately became tense, 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 very carefully.

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

Jiang Qing noticed that the intervals between these armors became uneven, and some places even had gaps, as if they had been moved manually.

Wait, was it moved by humans or did it move by itself? With this thought, it grew wildly in his mind uncontrollably.

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

Jiang Qing's forehead began to sweat. He definitely heard the voice just now correctly.

Moreover, this is a closed space, and the air does not flow at all. In a static environment, how could the armor make a collision sound?

Jiang Qing forced himself to suppress his fear. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. Since we can't find the other party.

Then lead the other party out.

He continued to move forward, and soon he reached the end. There was a golden coffin with dense spells engraved on it.

"From the position of the placement, these armors should be used as guards.

Well, using armor instead of living people is like Qin Shihuang's Terracotta Warriors." Jiang Qing thought it was understandable.

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

"Dingling dingling dingling..." The collision sound appeared again, and Jiang Qing's expression tightened.

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

Jiang Qing's scalp was numb.

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

"Gulp." Jiang Qing swallowed his saliva.

He saw a bronze armor appeared beside him at some point. 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 pretended to chop.

Jiang Qing reacted quickly and broke it apart with one punch. He was just 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.