I'm not a psychopath!

Chapter 223 The Girl in the Coffin



Thousands of armors gave off strange visions. Some struggled to jump off the shelves, some strode forward and raised their long swords, and some found that they were missing an arm and secretly pulled one from the next door...

They all came back to life!

And they were approaching Jiang Qing. The sound echoing in the whole space also changed from the previous mess to the current uniformity.

They formed a square formation and marched in a unified pace.

"What a joke..."

Jiang Qing retreated again and again. In his field of vision, the inside of these armors was empty.

The most important thing was the murderous aura that locked on him, making him feel as if he had returned to the battlefield filled with smoke. He could feel that these armors were brave warriors who were not afraid of death when they were alive. The murderous aura was too condensed.

And every one of them was.

Only after the bloody fight and the baptism of artillery fire could they have such murderous aura.

The only good news was that these armors moved slowly, but their determination to move forward seemed unstoppable, and they wanted 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 up, they all have the ability to recover."

"We can only use our wits and not our strength, otherwise we will be worn out here sooner or later..."

Jiang Qing slowly retreated while thinking about countermeasures: "If I break out... this is a closed space, so let's rule this option out first..."

He quickly calculated various possibilities and results in his mind.

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

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

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

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

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

This was a completely undead army. Such an army... Facing this army that seemed to come from hell, he seemed to have no chance of winning.

His eyes were once again cast on the spells engraved on the golden coffin. Perhaps, there was the key to controlling these undead armors.

He recalled the changes in the space when he touched the spells just now. It seemed that those spells were somehow related to the armors.

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

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

He knew that this might be his only hope.

As Jiang Qing touched it, the spells glowed again, the whole space began to vibrate, and the movement of the armor seemed to stagnate with the vibration.

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

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

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

The footsteps in his ears were getting closer.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Countless sounds of swords being drawn and about to chop resounded.

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 kind of force.

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

As Jiang Qing recited, the spells on the golden coffin began to emit dazzling light, as if they came alive, slowly rising from the surface of the coffin, forming light spots, 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 a low resonant sound, and their movements were no longer unified, but became chaotic.

Some armors tried to get close to 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 he had established a subtle connection with these armors.

He tried to command them with his mind, but he didn't expect that the armors actually began to slowly respond to his instructions. Although the movements were still a little clumsy, they had completely stopped attacking him.

"So that's it, these armors are driven by the power of the spell." Jiang Qing had a bottom line in his heart. He continued to recite the spell, concentrating his mind, trying to completely control this power.

As he worked hard, the vortex of light became 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 chaos to order, and they began to rearrange according to Jiang Qing's will, as if a real army was accepting the command of the 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 gently pointed at a piece of armor, and the armor immediately stopped moving and stood quietly in place.

Jiang Qing pointed at another piece of armor, and it took a step forward, moving in unison.

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

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

His eyes fell on the golden coffin again, and the spells 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 physical coffin style. If it is a coffin like a soul tube, the appearance will be obviously different.

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

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

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 different. They were more like a guide, or perhaps a way to remove the seal.

He began to try to interpret 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, and he saw the inside of the golden coffin, where a person, a woman, lay!

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Her appearance seemed pale and powerless to describe in any language, and her beauty was enough to make the stars pale and the moon hide.

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

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

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

Despite the passage of time, her face was still lifelike and youthful, as if there was no corruption, as if time had frozen on her, and her beauty was forever fixed in the most brilliant years.

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

But more of a shock, why would she sleep in this golden coffin, isolated from the world? What does it have to do with these undead armors?

He carefully observed the surroundings to prevent unknown dangers.

However, except for the roar when the golden coffin was opened, the entire space fell into silence again.

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

When he walked to the edge of the golden coffin, he noticed that there was 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 runes on the coffin, what about this?"

He thought about it. Even with such a big commotion, this space was still closed. His spiritual consciousness had already filled every corner and had no source.

Since that was the case, it was better to seek change.

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

"Who are you!?"

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

With the word "kill", all the bronze armors came to life and rushed towards Jiang Qing like crazy.

The movements of these armors suddenly became extremely swift. They waved their long swords and made deafening roars. The whole hall was filled with the echo of metal collision.

"Oops." Jiang Qing cursed inwardly.

Faced with this sudden attack, he knew there was no way to hide, so he had to resist.

His fists whistled like a tiger descending from the mountain. Every blow carried the sound of breaking through the air. Under his attack, the bronze armors retreated like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

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

What was even more troublesome was that these bronze armors really all had mysterious recovery abilities.

Whenever they were broken up, the fragments scattered on the ground would miraculously reassemble soon after, restore to the complete armor form, and join the battle again.

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

Jiang Qing knew that he couldn't drag it on, otherwise he would die.

At this time, he happened to catch a glimpse of the golden coffin from the corner of his eye. Even if the two sides fought fiercely, the bronze armor would subconsciously protect the coffin.

This made him move.

At present, the qi has been worn out for the most part, and it is not a solution to kill like this.

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

Jiang Qing gritted his teeth and said in his heart that he was offended.

He gathered an unparalleled spiritual energy, combined with the domineering aura, and slashed out with a knife.

The majestic spiritual energy poured out like a flood, shaking the armor on the knife path to both sides.

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

At the moment when the coffin was closed, the world suddenly became quiet. The roar of the bronze armor and the echo of metal collision, everything, all stopped 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 was particularly clear in the dead silence.

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

The attack of the bronze armor stopped. They wandered around the golden coffin, but no longer made any moves. The golden coffin definitely had some special meaning, so they dared not act rashly.

Jiang Qing lay in the coffin and began to seize the time to recover his physical strength. At the same time, his brain was running fast, thinking about how to get out.

He knew that this temporary tranquility would not last too long. 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 confined space, Jiang Qing was isolated from the outside world, and only his own breathing and heartbeat accompanied him.

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

Time passed by second by second.

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 a little faster, his brows knitted, 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, his ears clearly heard that his breathing rhythm had changed.

As a cultivator, his breathing rhythm should be steady and regular, one breath in and one breath out, repeating over and over again, which is his instinct for many years of practice.

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

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

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

However, not long after, the strange feeling came again, and this time, he exhaled more.

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

Breathing rhythm is very important for cultivators, which is why he can instantly detect abnormalities.

"Is there something wrong with my subconscious?"


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