My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: None of These Creatures Have Faces...

Seeing this trick work, Jiang Che’s taut nerves relaxed just a little.

He visibly calmed down, and his breathing became steady.

The buildings anchored by the anchor points around them hadn’t diminished at all, nor had their speed slowed down.

The people surrounding Jiang Che could distinctly sense the changes within the anchor point area.

Just as Ding Ning said, as long as the anchor points kept dropping, not one bit of Jiang Che’s pain would lessen.

Xiong Jie’s invocation of Ding Ning was merely a distraction for Jiang Che; he was still suffering, only compared with hearing Ding Ning, this pain seemed almost trivial.

Feihu watched from the side, suddenly feeling a twinge of envy.

She didn’t even know how Jiang Che had earned the trust of the evil spirit, nor could she fathom why Jiang Che was able to trust an evil spirit so deeply.

"Your wife asked me to remind you: empty your mind, don’t think about anything."

"Like, picture a wide open space, think about other things, just don’t picture the mental hospital scene anymore." Xiong Jie echoed Ding Ning’s words again and again in Jiang Che’s ear.

When anchor points are deployed, they amplify whatever has left the deepest, longest impression in a person’s mind.

For over ten years, Jiang Che had spent his entire life in the psychiatric ward, where countless memories had accumulated—even though those memories were indistinguishable from each other, day after day.

Empty your mind?

After several repetitions, Jiang Che truly heard Xiong Jie’s words.

Don’t think about anything? He was supposed to clear his mind?

Jiang Che tried to think about nothing, but the more he tried, the more he remembered the archive room, the files on himself and his friends, the cold examination instruments, the faceless medical staff wandering the hospital corridors in white coats...

He simply couldn’t think of anything else, because all his world had ever consisted of was this life.

They held restraining straps in their hands, as well as syringes filled with sedatives, sometimes even some rope...

As these thoughts surfaced, Feihu and the others suddenly looked toward the room’s doorway.

A flash of white flickered by the entrance, gone in an instant.

Where they were now was a ward shaped by Jiang Che’s consciousness; in his mind, they all felt as though they’d become patients in the hospital.

"Someone?" Feihu looked toward the door, tiptoeing cautiously in that direction, with Zhou Ang moving in as well.

Before Jiang Che deployed the anchor point, they’d been out on the highway, just emerging from the Dark Forest, where there were few people—though not none.

Now that someone was here, it didn’t surprise them at all.

With so much change here, anyone bolder would come investigate.

Seeing people show up was normal. The Dark Forest was spreading like mad, and this place where Jiang Che was staying was the nearest safe zone.

Only—it couldn’t allow anyone to disturb Jiang Che now.

Just as she reached the doorway, Feihu caught sight of a figure, familiar yet strange, moving through the dingy gray corridor.

Feihu watched him walk straight to the end of the corridor, turn the corner and vanish.

Stepping out into the hall, Feihu caught the sharp scent of disinfectant mixed with a peculiar rot—an odor unique to hospitals.

This world shaped by Jiang Che’s consciousness felt much more real than she expected; she’d stayed still in the room, but stepping out, she realized everything here was, incredibly, solid and tangible.

She had thought these were illusions, so she reached out and pressed her finger against the wall—her fingertip felt the powdery texture, her nail unconsciously scraped at the surface, some dust getting wedged under her nail, and another bit falling away from the wall as white powder.

Inside the corridor, the ceiling held only dim wall lamps, flickering and sputtering; the mental hospital conjured by Jiang Che was extremely old, though Red Pearl Mental Hospital had once been partially renovated—the renovations only touched a few areas.

The region where Jiang Che and the others lived had rusty railings, peeling walls that nobody ever bothered to fix.

The only improvements made there were the doors and windows.

All the doors and window frames had been replaced with sturdy iron, so patients wouldn’t easily destroy them.

The shadow that had just passed by felt familiar; familiar because it wore the white coat common to real hospital staff, but strange because, from body shape to build, she didn’t recognize them at all.

"I’ll go check what his deal is, see where he came from." Feihu called into the room, volunteering to chase after that figure.

With her gone, Zhou Ang and the others stayed by Jiang Che’s side, repeating endlessly the directive to empty his mind.

But the more they pressed this, the more off the surrounding atmosphere became.

Another white shadow zipped hurriedly past the door, and this time, Zhou Ang immediately sensed something was wrong.

Feihu’s strength was about the same as his; both had just come from the dungeon, at Tier Two Peak.

Now Feihu hadn’t even called for help, and was already ’resolved’?

Xiong Jie sensed something amiss too. He walked up to the door and glanced outside.

Once he saw, he was stunned.

Because he saw, out in the corridor, countless doctors and nurses were wandering from ward to ward, carrying metal trays on which cold, shiny instruments gleamed.

These medical staff didn’t look at them, but continued to move through the area on autopilot.

Feihu was standing nearby, frozen in place in front of one of the sickrooms, absolutely motionless.

"Feihu, what are you doing?" Xiong Jie’s back chilled. He called out, but still wouldn’t dare leave Jiang Che’s ward.

His first concern was always Jiang Che’s safety.

The only thing he could do was report every new development to his master at once.

"They... don’t have faces..." Feihu heard his call, turned and looked toward Xiong Jie behind her.

She pointed at those medical staff coming and going, lips quivering uncontrollably.

Xiong Jie shot a look at a nurse walking toward him, holding a syringe and a restraining strap,

The nurse’s figure was graceful—the type he’d liked before, if only one ignored the face.

The nurse’s face was sunken where the features should be; it had never formed any recognizable expression at all.

He looked over at the doctors—same thing.

There were countless doctors and nurses, endlessly roaming mechanically through the area.

The most terrifying part for him was that all these ’staff’ were conjured from Jiang Che’s consciousness.

Jiang Che’s closed eyes had already opened, and the pain on his face had vanished.

Xiong Jie had no idea what to report to his master now.

It seemed there was one good news and one bad news.

Good news: Jiang Che apparently wasn’t in pain anymore.

Bad news: Xiong Jie felt the situation had gotten worse than ever.