My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Is This a Hand?

Chen Zijun realized he’d been talking a lot, but Jiang Che just ignored him the entire time, mumbling nonstop to the girl beside him.

Chen Zijun felt annoyed, a bit like desperately confessing his feelings to a girl he liked, but the girl never actually listened to a word he said.

For a split second, his urge to kill Jiang Che reached a peak.

"Are you reciting your last words?" Chen Zijun’s voice grew sharp as he tried to drag Jiang Che’s attention back to him.

Jiang Che looked at Tuantuan next to him. "Tuantuan, are you scared?"

He knew Tuantuan wasn’t an ordinary human child.

"Tuantuan’s not scared, they’re all bad people." Tuantuan held Jiang Che’s hand. She didn’t care much about humans; everything revolved around Jiang Che for her.

Jiang Che decided who was good, so she’d be kind to whoever he liked.

Even before, when she didn’t like Feihu, she only scared him a little, never really hurt him.

"Alright, then just say a few more farewell words." Chen Zijun’s twisted mouth froze awkwardly as he saw Jiang Che still not paying him any mind.

"But you won’t get to say too many more." He snorted twice, trying to salvage his pride.

Xiong Jie wasn’t scared at all. They had some real experts here.

With Hua present, who could possibly kill any of them?

"Hey, man, I got a question for you." Xiong Jie shouted toward Chen Zijun’s location.

"Go ahead. Since you’re all about to die, I’ll answer whatever I can," he squinted, flashing his original weasel-like grin, "hell, if you’ve got any unfinished wishes, I’ll try my best."

"It’s nothing, just basic human sympathy." He put on a righteous face, but let out a miserable sigh.

"When are you heading back to Gotham? Batman says he won’t beat you up anymore."

"What?" Chen Zijun was stunned, clearly confused.

"What?" Jiang Che was stunned too, equally clueless what that meant.

But soon, Chen Zijun noticed everyone behind him biting their lips to keep from laughing, muffled giggles leaking out.

"What does he mean?" Chen Zijun looked at the people next to him.

"He means... Joker." The guy behind Chen Zijun awkwardly explained.

The whole Joker-versus-Batman storyline suddenly played out in his mind as he wondered what the hell it had to do with him...

The name Joker kept echoing in his head. Then it hit him—the bastard just called him the Joker.

Realizing he’d become the punchline, his neck turned pig-liver purple, his face flushed an abnormally dark red.

Xiong Jie was thinking how to explain it to Jiang Che. "This all comes from a movie, really."

"But it’s not really about the movie, just an expression..."

He wanted to explain to Jiang Che, but didn’t know where to start, since Jiang Che lacked basic understanding of the world.

All this nonsense amounted to one sentence: "I’ll show you later."

Jiang Che nodded, glancing at the equally clueless Tuantuan and Hua. "We’ll all watch it together later."

Hua and Tuantuan’s eyes flashed with anticipation—even if they thought the human world was low-level, they admitted there were plenty of interesting things about human society.

Chen Zijun snorted coldly; he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

"Ignorant fools." He chuckled, confident his Tier Ten strength was enough to put everyone here beneath him.

He wanted Jiang Che and his friends to suffer the most painful deaths possible, to pound them into mincemeat with his bare fists!

Chen Zijun moved fast—one moment he stood still, the next he was right in front of Jiang Che, veins bulging in his fist as he punched toward Jiang Che’s face, always followed by his signature smile.

Hua sensed Chen Zijun’s motion and wanted to help Jiang Che, only to see Jiang Che casually reach out and grab his fist.

Jiang Che moved quick, gripping his fist tight so he couldn’t pull back.

Chen Zijun felt the power on his fist and his dark pupils shrank suddenly.

It had been ages since anyone manhandled him like this; the last time was as a kid, when his elders squeezed his fist and he couldn’t get free or land a punch.

"Crack—"

The sound of bones shattering came from their joined hands, Jiang Che’s grip tightened and his palm slowly closed in.

Chen Zijun felt stabbing pain in his wrist, tried to pull his hand back—but couldn’t budge it.

He stared at Jiang Che in terror—what the hell, who said he was a Tier Five Peak?

This wrist strength—no way that’s Tier Five Peak!

The people behind him, just like him, were prepared to jump Jiang Che and waited for the slaughter to be over.

"Brother Zijun, leave him a bit of breath—some of us want to stab him too."

"Give us an assist, otherwise we don’t know if it counts."

"I’m not even hoping for a reward. I just want to make it out alive."

"That kid’s bones must’ve cracked by now."

"Five-tier versus ten-tier—cracked bones? His organs probably got turned to mush, too."

...

The other Survivors behind Chen Zijun let out a sigh.

The voice in their heads only promised if they killed Jiang Che, they’d leave the Dungeon, but never said if assists counted.

But Chen Zijun was strong enough—he’d be good not to kill all of them.

Even if he killed Jiang Che, there’d be five left.

They never realized anything strange was happening with Chen Zijun.

Not their fault, really.

Ever since everyone powered up, besides the increase in strength, their pain tolerance shot way up too.

To them, Chen Zijun and Jiang Che were just trading fists and palms.

None believed Jiang Che could withstand Chen Zijun’s strike.

Chen Zijun’s expression didn’t change, while Jiang Che was always frowning; naturally they figured Chen Zijun had the upper hand, again.

Chen Zijun didn’t dare look back. Just now he’d been called the Joker, and now he felt these idiots were the real Jokers.

They really couldn’t see—his own fist was basically mashed dough now!

He yanked hard to pull his hand back, but Jiang Che wouldn’t ease up at all.

A fierce tearing pain shot through his wrist—he felt his hand, now a soft blob, and the bones in his arm ripping apart.

"Hsss—"

Chen Zijun’s body flew backward, not thrown by Jiang Che, but stumbling from losing strength.

Everyone stared at his torn wrist, half of it still in Jiang Che’s hand—already as limp as mud.

Is that a hand?

That pile of mush—who could call it a hand?

No time to think, everyone suddenly felt the ground sinking.

The earth itself was swallowing people!