Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

As everyone was shocked, a panicked cry was heard from a distance.

Everyone vaguely heard what the trial was.

Could it be that the [Trial] has already arrived?

Without caring about Tongtong, everyone ran back anxiously.

The sense of disharmony in Qin Yangming's heart was still there, and instead of disappearing, it became stronger and stronger.

When they ran to the hall, they saw a man in armor surrounded by a crowd.

The entire set of armor was dark red in color, with shimmering light on the intricate scales. A golden dragon head on the breastplate looked majestic and powerful.

It is the style of Ming Guang armor of the Ming Dynasty.

However, the man wearing the armor was waving the iron sword in his hand randomly. The iron sword was rusty and seemed to have not been maintained for a long time.

The Sequencers surrounding the man didn't dare to be the first to step forward, and just dodged his attacks.

"Someone help me!"

"I can't control myself!"

The man in armor waved the rusty sword in his hand frantically and shouted anxiously.

"What's going on?" Qin Yangming walked up to the musician and asked, breathing slightly.

"I don't know where he found this set of armor, and this happened after he put it on!"

He should be controlled by that strange armor.

"what!"

The man let out a scream, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming two pits that made him look like he was malnourished.

"It…it's sucking me dry!"

The man was so frightened that his eyes bulged out.

"I'm so tired! I want to stop!"

The man shouted, still wildly dancing the iron sword in his hand, his life force being sucked away by the armor.

Everyone just dodged and no one dared to confront its edge.

After the man swung his sword a few more times, he finally fell to the ground with a loud bang, along with the armor on his body.

The strange thing was that the armor on his body actually fell off automatically, floated above the ground and reassembled itself.

"Hey……"

A sigh came from the helmet of the armor, and the sound sounded old and vicissitudes of life.

It was as if there was really a person inside the armor, but it looked empty inside.

"Have you seen my daughter?"

The voice was old, and the tone was inquiring, and there was actually a hint of expectation in the tone.

Everyone was just terrified and retreated together, not daring to get closer.

"Have you ever seen my daughter?"

The old voice continued to be heard, and the man in armor took a few steps forward.

"What the hell is this thing?" some sequencers said.

"Haven't you encountered enough ghosts here?" someone said.

"There's no point in keeping my little girl until you see her!"

The old voice said angrily, and he rushed towards the crowd with big strides in heavy armor.

"It's so fast!"

Everyone panicked and tried to dodge, but one person failed to dodge in time and was pierced through the body by the rusty sword.

The armor was so powerful that it easily lifted the man up with the rusty sword in one hand.

"help me……"

The man who was provoked groaned, and with his weak hands he touched the blade of the rusty sword that was stabbed into his abdomen, trying to pull it out of his body.

However, there was a big hole in his stomach and he couldn't squeeze out any strength.

"We can't go on like this, let's do it together!"

Finally someone realized the situation and shouted.

Everyone then came to their senses, suppressed their fear, and attacked the armor.

"what!!!"

[Mental Illness] In the sequence, Ah Shui rushed towards the armor frantically, not caring even though his arm was scratched by the embroidered sword.

"boom!"

Ah Shui was very strong and heavy, and with a loud bang he knocked the armor to the ground in pieces.

"Success?"

"No, it's still moving!"

The armor parts scattered on the ground floated up again. The helmet, shoulder pad, breastplate, robe, and leg skirt were all precisely combined together.

The old voice came out again from under the empty helmet.

"You, can you see my daughter?"

Ah Shui, who was closest to him, was grabbed by the throat by the armor and lifted up.

"A water!"

The referee was very anxious and called on the others to hurry up.

In an instant, the crowd attacked again, and the armor was broken into pieces again, and then reassembled together.

The strange thing is that although the armor was broken apart time and time again, there was not even a scratch or dent on each component, and the attacks of the Sequencers could not cause any substantial damage to the armor.

Qin Yangming was keenly aware that physical attacks were ineffective and there must be a soul inside this armor.

However, Jingjian has not yet woken up.

He continued to observe and found that the armor had no shadow. It seemed that the soul residing in this armor was not a complete soul.

What to do now? Everyone can only break up again and again to maintain the current balance.

At this time, the musician took out the erhu, sat cross-legged on the ground, and played a tune by plucking the bowstring.

When the music started, the opening sounded like a sigh full of sadness, and everyone's mood was affected.

It is "Erquan Yingyue".

Even the Ming Guang Armor stopped in place, slightly raising its head.

If there was a face under its helmet, it would definitely be the face of a middle-aged man with a beard and gray hair, who was looking sad at the moment.

As the music continued to play, the emotions gradually progressed, with ups and downs succeeding each other, and a strong feeling of sadness filled everyone's heart.

Ming Guang Kai sighed:

"My daughter, are you okay?"

"As a father, I bear you!"

He picked up the embroidered sword in his hand again and walked towards the Sequencer closest to him.

The person closest to him now was the peddler. He had tears in his eyes and looked very sad. It seemed that he was thinking of his own sad things and could not control his emotions.

"Hey! Run!"

Although Qin Yangming was also sad, he saw that the peddler did not run away and no one else reminded him, so he shouted hurriedly.

Unexpectedly, the peddler slowly turned his head towards him, his face full of tears and said:

"I don't want to live anymore... Living like this... is so boring."

"It would be better to die and reincarnate sooner..."

As Qin Yangming's eyes widened, Ming Guangkai's sword pierced the peddler's eye socket, and the tip of the sword popped out from the back of his head.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto the ground.

Then, Ming Guang Kai stepped on the peddler's face, using the force to slowly pull out the rusty iron sword, and wiped it on his arm guard, wiping off the blood that had just stained it.

Qin Yangming suddenly turned around and looked at the musician who was still playing.

The musician looked up at Qin Yangming and an apologetic smile appeared on his face.

"Excuse me... this is my promotion ceremony."

"I have to do this."

"Only if I'm promoted, I can fight against that armor, and everyone can survive, right?"

As he spoke, Ming Guang Kai grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust it downwards fiercely, killing a Sequencer who had just come up.

From beginning to end, he did not resist at all, and did not even think of escaping.

This is the promotion ceremony of the [Musician]. Playing a piece of music can influence the minds of others, and the adverse effects caused by the performance of the music should be minimized.

Except for Qin Yangming, who had slightly stronger mental strength, the rest of the people present were affected by the musician. At this moment, they were overwhelmed with grief and could not control themselves. They all wanted to die.

Qin Yangming struggled to take a step and pushed away Nan Guan, who was lying motionless in front of him.

Ming Guang Kai's sword missed and only tore Qin Yangming's black gown.

His black gown was torn, the cloth cut off below the waist.

"Musician!"

Qin Yangming said angrily.

"I'm doing this for everyone. Sorry, Master." The musician looked apologetic.

"You pull your people and run. I'll hold them for a little longer. If a few more people die, I can get promoted!"

A hint of fanaticism appeared on the musician's face.