My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: You Really Don’t Want to Know?

"You’re going with him? Then aren’t you just throwing your life away?" Flying Tiger frowned.

"If we really run into unavoidable danger, you can leave me behind. I don’t mind." Zhou Ang still stuck to his idea.

Flying Tiger looked at Zhou Ang. As someone in a high position, she was pretty good at telling who below her was telling the truth and who was lying.

Listening to Zhou Ang, she realized Zhou Ang genuinely wanted to take the hit for Jiang Che.

In that moment, her expression became extremely complicated.

With the supernatural descending for so many years, she’d seen plenty who tried every trick to make their teammates take the fall for them, or send them ahead as bait to test the risks.

This was the first time she’d seen someone volunteer to be a pawn.

When live streams had just started, if the audience saw someone survive by letting their teammate get stabbed for them, everyone would condemn that person.

But as time went on, this kind of thing gradually became the norm.

Maybe in the beginning, there really were people willing to take the hit for their teammates, Flying Tiger thought, her mind drifting away.

She couldn’t even remember the last time something like that happened.

Now, with muddied waters as the status quo, anything clear and straightforward just felt foreign to her.

"Then go back and check the info." Flying Tiger spoke as she handed over a stack of A-rank dungeon material.

She’d originally wanted to tackle S-rank, the sense of crisis was too overwhelming.

The dungeon activation fields could be detected, but there was no pattern to when they’d open.

She couldn’t wait for the next S-rank dungeon to open.

Zhou Ang took the files from her and bowed in thanks, then left the study.

Flying Tiger looked out the window, watching Jiang Che return from outside—the little kid by his side had vanished.

Seems Jiang Che had sent the kid away.

She’d felt nothing but irritated just seeing that kid, but she got it—children’s attachments were pure, no matter their age.

If she’d had someone drop out of the sky and save her as a kid, she would’ve fallen for them too.

Thinking of the way Jiang Che burst in and pulled her out of the illusion, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Who says heroes from the sky only appear for little kids?

Jiang Che was headed towards the study, planning to ask Flying Tiger for A-rank dungeon intel.

He still stuck to his philosophy: don’t mess with others if they don’t mess with you; if evil spirits leave him alone, he leaves them alone.

Going into dungeons, his main goal wasn’t hunting evil spirits, but clearing the stages.

He didn’t have much need for the evil spirits’ skills.

He just wanted to clear the dungeons.

To get stronger, strong enough that maybe one day he could crush anything in his way.

"Knock knock—" He rapped at the study door.

"Come in."

Flying Tiger had made several copies of the material, marking a few crucial points in each A-rank dungeon.

As soon as Jiang Che entered, she handed the info right to him.

"Honestly, there’s not much to say about most dungeons—the main thing is just to survive the evil spirits."

"Because the hardest dungeons, you’ve already seen—the hidden, randomly spawning escape routes. Luckily, you can sense which direction the exit is." As she spoke, she snuck a glance at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che had never been to other dungeons; he had no clue how freakishly lucky he really was.

No one had ever found Exit 9 before, but Jiang Che did.

The exits shifted randomly, yet always opened right in Jiang Che’s face.

She wanted to team up with Jiang Che because she really wanted to leech some of his luck.

Wanting to get stronger always meant diving into dungeons; Jiang Che was no exception.

If only every time someone could have luck like that.

Jiang Che nodded thoughtfully—he had a lot of skills, probably because Ning had already figured all this out. Just having Earth Escape meant he could safely move around in all the major dungeons.

Thinking about it, Jiang Che’s heart felt sweet—because that’s the love of a wife!

"I don’t think you can really catch up just by cramming info; might as well watch some livestreams and see what others actually face in the dungeons."

Flying Tiger knew very well that Jiang Che and Zhou Ang were different.

Zhou Ang knew the basics; pretty much every human had studied the low-level dungeons a lot.

What he lacked was high-level dungeon info, so Flying Tiger gave him the data for some serious research.

But Jiang Che was different—he didn’t even have the basic common sense for human life.

Jiang Che looked at Flying Tiger, confused: "There’s still live streams now?"

Flying Tiger gave a bitter smile. "Except for the day the Hunting Grounds descend, pretty much every day someone gets pulled into a dungeon. We’ve also been monitoring which dungeons match our rank, then choosing which to enter."

"Most of the open dungeons are low-level, but plenty of Survivors who have ranked up go in to grind levels," Flying Tiger said, handing Jiang Che a tablet.

Flying Tiger Organization had formed many teams; generally, they picked dungeons based on which ones opened up, going in to level up.

"Last time, your dungeon’s magnetic field was terrifying. Anyone who could detect it wouldn’t have gone in on purpose. That’s why the dungeon was mostly filled with regular people," Flying Tiger said, glancing at Jiang Che.

And it was that group of regular people—looked down on as mental patients—who cleared the so-called ’Despair’-level SSS-rank Dungeon 9.

Jiang Che nodded. He’d watched some replays, but those were mostly highlight reels. The three-day survival period—no one could watch every second in real time; most replays were just edited segments showing how Survivors faced evil spirits.

How to survive, how to avoid danger.

This would be his first time watching a live stream.

The tablet showed a countdown to dungeon opening—ten minutes left.

"Where’d you guys get this streaming device?" Jiang Che seemed to have realized something. "It can monitor everyone, and even before streaming starts, it can focus the camera on the main Survivor."

"Want it? Want to know?" Flying Tiger looked at Jiang Che with a teasing smile.

The Flying Tiger Organization had gotten this big for a reason—they had power.

"I can give it to you," Flying Tiger said, grinning at Jiang Che. "You know, when I said I’d give you everything, I didn’t just mean an app or an organization."

"It includes all the items too." She snapped her fingers. "Yep, it’s all part of my dowry!"

"Forget it. Not really interested," Jiang Che said with a straight face, settling himself on the couch, watching the black clouds gathering above the dungeon.

Those clouds were all too familiar, just not nearly as oppressive as at Red Pearl Mental Hospital.

The area covered by clouds was an office building, where some salarymen were already starting to panic.

But there was still a large group quietly resting with their eyes closed—looked like Survivors waiting their turn to enter for leveling up.

"Hmph, you really don’t want to know how we got this item?"

"Among all the item rankings, this one may not be for attack, but it’s still god-tier!" Flying Tiger tried once more to hook Jiang Che’s interest.

"Oh. Don’t care." Jiang Che shook his head firmly.