My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Your Human Husband Hurt by Humans

After stepping on and crushing someone’s head, everyone quietly memorized this rule.

They glanced at the red-haired girl without betraying their feelings, her flamboyant red hair streaked with a hint of purple.

Even standing here in this bizarre dungeon, even as despair gripped them all, she still looked straight at everything.

And it seemed she was here for Flying Tiger.

A master under the Flying Tiger Group?

The people who previously wanted to make a move against Flying Tiger unconsciously stepped back two paces, fading into the crowd.

They didn’t recognize Hua, but they recognized Jiang Che.

"Damn, it’s the lucky guy! He’s here, maybe we won’t have to die this time?"

"Heh, does luck matter in a weird dungeon? Still, bro, take me with you."

"I suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of security."

...

At this moment, all the survivors present lowered their weapons, looking at Jiang Che with eyes full of hope.

After realizing the ticket wasn’t a ticket and the dungeon wasn’t the one they expected, many people’s mindset had already collapsed.

An SSS-level dungeon—almost no one had any experience clearing one.

They hadn’t expected that now Jiang Che would become their only hope.

"Brother Jiang Che, what do we do next? We’ll listen to you." Someone in the distance raised their hand, continuously calling out.

"I don’t know." Jiang Che spread his hands; he really didn’t know.

"No problem. Whatever you say, we’ll do." Someone else didn’t mind either.

Just like everyone joked, they all felt Jiang Che was lucky.

As they spoke, Hua noticed that some people were getting closer to Jiang Che.

She could feel the malice emanating from these people; their hands behind their backs were ready to act.

The area was already crowded—even though only ten people came with each train, there were a lot of trains.

The exit from the turnstiles was spacious; if people moved freely, it wouldn’t look so crowded.

But no one left, no one dared to leave; the whole group was jammed together, unsure what to do next.

Originally, they had planned to bide their time, but after waiting a few minutes and seeing Jiang Che take no action, a gun barrel pressed against Jiang Che’s back.

"Don’t move. Think carefully about what to do next."

"This isn’t just any handgun. I got myself top-shelf stuff—a Desert Eagle. Even a fifth-tier survivor like you, one shot and you’re fucked, your life ain’t safe." A sinister voice sounded behind Jiang Che.

As the gun pressed against Jiang Che’s back, whether it was their imagination or not, the crowd seemed to hear laughter echoing from the void.

The laughter carried mocking derision, coming from far away and getting closer.

Once it grew clearer, everyone realized it wasn’t just their hallucination.

There really was laughter coming from the void.

That laughter was messy, as if many people were sneering.

But aside from laughing, not a word was uttered.

The voices were jumbled—just laughter, but you could hear several distinct voices mingled together.

The crowd felt nothing but terror, abruptly sensing countless eyes staring at them.

So, were evil spirits watching them from the shadows all along?

Watching what they did?

The crowd felt a chill in their hearts. When did those eyes start fixating on them?

Meanwhile, in the void above the dungeon, ten Lords sat at a round table.

They saw Jiang Che appear and didn’t care.

There were plenty of humans here; one more, one less, it didn’t make any difference at all.

Jiang Che’s life or death couldn’t alter their arrangements.

Moreover, these Lords now, though their perspectives were starting to diverge, hadn’t reached the point of fighting each other—so naturally they wouldn’t attack one another’s subordinates or the humans they kept.

The humans got it right. In this dead-end dungeon, the sole winning point lies with Jiang Che.

If someone stays close to Jiang Che, maybe they could escape along with him.

"Heh, humans, huh... See, is this the world you want to prevent from merging?" All the Lords here were mere projections.

A seductive female voice chuckled into her hand from within the shadows.

With a wave, the image of the gun pressed to Jiang Che’s back was projected onto the center of the round table.

"Look, your human hubby being hurt by his own kind."

Laughter resounded along the table’s edge.

Ding Ning’s expression didn’t change, though she sighed softly, still steadying her resolve.

After all, she’s not doing this to protect those humans.

Seeing someone jam a gun into Jiang Che’s back, she felt that humans deserved their fate.

"Maybe he’s just a toy. Humans are such a low lifeform, maybe it’s only a passing novelty." Another Lord lurking in shadow was annoyed at how they mocked their own kind.

"If not a toy, then a husband." Ding Ning’s face stayed blank, seemingly unbothered by outsiders’ comments.

"So, if he dies on your turf just like this, I’ll fight you to the bitter end!" Ding Ning turned to look at the Lord of Dungeon 2—the Land of Chaos.

The shadow belonging to Dungeon 2’s Lord hid its true form, all that was visible was a sharp bird beak.

Under a black outline, only a vaguely bird-headed monster could be seen.

"Why me? What does this have to do with me?"

"They set everything up this time on my turf, now you want to say if your guy dies it’s my fault, we fight to the death?" The bird-headed monster sucked in air harshly, clearly pissed by Ding Ning’s words.

"Yes." Ding Ning closed her eyes. "Because it’s your territory, and you witnessed it happen—if something goes wrong, it’s your responsibility."

The bird-headed monster was beyond angry. This time, the mass slaughter benefited him, so he agreed to let them use his turf.

Initially, they wanted to use the Six-Star Pond and set up some rules with no outcome, but the Lord of Six-Star Pond was too stiff—would rather die than let them change the rules.

So they had to devise a trick and use his dungeon instead.

Ding Ning didn’t speak; her unreasonable attitude was just a way to temporarily pull the Lord of the Land of Chaos to her side, to protect Jiang Che.

Among those who entered this time, the ones holding the gun to Jiang Che—she couldn’t say for sure whether they were pawns sent by other Lords.

Apparently, the bird-headed monster had caught on to Ding Ning’s intentions, and grumbled out a curse.

He could feel it—when Ding Ning said that, she forcibly imposed a pact on him.

If Jiang Che died on his turf, she’d come after him.

"So after all this time with humans, this is what you’ve learned?" He couldn’t help but mock. The situation was unclear, and he didn’t want to be dragged into a fight with other Lords and weaken himself.