My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Mom Is the Lord!

Jiang Che heard her voice and turned back to look at her.

"It’s not about why I’m with evil spirits, it’s that I’ve finally found my family." A smile appeared on Jiang Che’s face, just like when the family portrait in his mind was finally completed for the first time.

He held Tuantuan in his arms, no longer hiding the existence of his wife and child.

"Family?!" Fei Hu was slightly stunned. She had, of course, watched Jiang Che’s livestreams, and naturally knew about Jiang Che calling Blood Nurse and Blood Slaughter his parents.

She opened her mouth slightly. So back then, was he not faking ignorance?

Now Jiang Che was actually saying those really were his family?

What kind of joke is that!

In an instant, scenes from the dungeon replayed in her mind—Jiang Che calling an evil spirit his wife in the dungeon.

At first, she thought Jiang Che’s wife had died in the mental hospital, and Jiang Che lost his mind, so he started calling the evil spirit in the dungeon his wife.

Now he actually still thinks they’re his family?

"Jiang Che!" Fei Hu opened her mouth, looking at Tuantuan clinging to Jiang Che. She knew if she said the wrong thing, she’d anger this Little Evil Spirit.

Seeing her hesitate, Jiang Che set Tuantuan down.

"It’s alright, say what you want."

Tuantuan saw this and sensibly took Hua’s hand, walking off to the open space nearby.

Zhou Ang ran after Hua, looking seriously into her eyes.

"Is Jiang Che’s wife the same as you guys?"

...

Fei Hu watched the Little Evil Spirit named Tuantuan leave, a little dazed—this evil spirit was so at ease, letting her talk to Jiang Che alone?

"You... are you still Jiang Che?" In the end, Fei Hu finally asked the most crucial question.

Jiang Che, is he still Jiang Che?

Evil spirits have many tricks; she felt Jiang Che had been possessed by one.

"I am."

"I’ve always been."

"Then do you know the family you speak of are evil spirits? That kind of evil spirit—murderous and cruel to humans!" Fei Hu looked into his bright eyes.

There was a beautiful light in his pupils. Compared to those dull eyes of someone controlled by evil spirits, Jiang Che’s eyes were simply too radiant.

He wasn’t being controlled by an evil spirit—Fei Hu had read a lot of files, and she was sure Jiang Che still had his full self.

"Murderous and cruel—you mean me?" Jiang Che turned to Fei Hu.

"The one who just killed those one thousand people was me." Jiang Che grinned, not bothered by her words at all.

Fei Hu was speechless.

"But... they’re not your kind, how can you trust them?" Fei Hu opened her mouth, "How do you know they won’t harm you?"

"Maybe they’re just using you..." Fei Hu ran through countless possibilities. She really hadn’t expected the family Jiang Che talked about in his streams actually became family.

None of these people knew each other before; it seemed they only became a group because of Jiang Che.

"Harm me?" Jiang Che looked at her in surprise. "To this day, my family has never hurt me."

Tuantuan and Hua perked up their ears, secretly eavesdropping.

Hearing Jiang Che say that none of them had ever hurt him, Tuantuan’s fingers twitched and an unconscious smile curled up on her lips.

Hua was silent; she could tell, Jiang Che was being sincere.

Jiang Che really didn’t think his family had hurt him.

From what Tuantuan and the others said, she herself was the one who’d hurt him the most in their group.

It was already at the point of serious injury.

And besides, she wasn’t even Jiang Che’s family, just Ning’s friend, with nothing to do with Jiang Che at all.

Her black-purple eyes grew dim. She used to scoff at Ning for marrying a human.

But now, seeing Tuantuan secretly listening and smiling, she found herself yearning for that kind of bond.

"Hmph, if he talks about me, he’ll definitely say I hurt him." Hua muttered under her breath.

Tuantuan heard this and patted Hua’s hand.

"Don’t worry, Daddy doesn’t mind that." As long as you’re not dead, it’s a minor thing—besides, Hua had already given her Life Essence as compensation.

Jiang Che overheard Hua and Tuantuan’s conversation too—ever since his strength improved, his senses were extremely keen.

"None of my family—not my wife, or even my wife’s friends—have hurt me," Jiang Che continued.

Hua was stunned, an unconscious smile creeping to her lips.

"None of them have hurt me. From the moment I was born until now, it’s only humans who have hurt me." Jiang Che still remembered the files he’d gathered in the asylum archive room.

All those years in the hospital, he’d only been treated as an organ donor.

"After I entered the dungeon, even when they didn’t know me, they didn’t hurt me either." A trace of sorrow welled up in Jiang Che’s eyes.

Afterwards, he came to realize what "mental illness" meant in human terms.

He even began to know, those he’d thought of as family actually weren’t family at all.

But so what?

They accept me, and I accept them.

That makes us family.

"I watched the stream replay—partners I thought I could trust were only using me." He was talking about Nurse Ya.

As soon as he said this, Fei Hu remembered too.

In that particular stream, Jiang Che was pretty well-known—of course Fei Hu knew what he meant.

To survive the dungeon, everyone was scheming—Jiang Che had struggled the whole time just to make it out alive.

"You can’t think that way—the world still has many good people," Fei Hu said, but it was all she could say.

There are no absolute good guys, nor absolute bad guys in this world.

Maybe Jiang Che was just unlucky...

Unlucky...

Fei Hu fell silent; she’d always been a firm believer that Jiang Che was luck incarnate, that by following him you’d have enough luck to escape even the deadliest dungeon.

She’d wanted to enter dungeons with Jiang Che precisely because she believed in his luck.

But now, a different thought crept into her heart.

Jiang Che is unlucky.

Very unlucky, in fact.

Jiang Che kept saying he was unlucky, but everyone else insisted his luck was insane—he’d survived an SSS-level dungeon, after all.

A mental patient surviving an SSS-level dungeon—if that’s not luck, what is it?

"You made it out of the SSS dungeon..." Fei Hu voiced the doubt in her heart.

Was it just with Blood Slaughter, those evil spirits, that he escaped?

Suddenly, Fei Hu recalled Jiang Che’s wife from his streams—the evil spirit disguised as a human woman.

That evil spirit never showed her true form; no one knew what she really was.

"That was all thanks to my wife," Jiang Che couldn’t help but smile—whenever he mentioned his wife, there was always a smile.

"Is your wife... very powerful?" Fei Hu was stunned—an evil spirit even stronger than Blood Slaughter?

"Mommy is Lord!"