My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Most Crucial Key!

Jiang Che sensed the path of that clear spring flowing through his mind. He was no longer the weak, helpless human he used to be.

Now, although he didn’t know what these things were, he already possessed the ability to handle such sudden emergencies.

The stream trickled past his fragile, delicate spiritual power, warming and soothing him.

This stream of clarity had come too unexpectedly, constantly helping Jiang Che set anchors and expand his territory.

All around him, ’spirits’ were being generated, and within his territory, a maze-like mental hospital was taking form.

"How far do you think this mental hospital will expand before it stops?" Xiong Jie looked around. He had also lived in a mental hospital for a while, though always in the Anding District.

But most of the Anding District had also been converted from old wards. It had been redecorated on the original foundations, walls refurbished, all the medical facilities removed and replaced by entertainment venues favored by the wealthy—chess rooms, gyms, things like that.

The basic architectural structure here was more or less the same.

The only difference lay in the decor and the interior set-up.

He glanced at the archives room nearby—he had once been in there while helping Jiang Che look for information on his friend, and on himself.

So now, what’s inside this archives room?

Jiang Che didn’t move at all. He just gazed blankly into the void.

"Feeling any better?" Zhou Ang asked in a low voice.

Jiang Che nodded, then shook his head.

Hailed by everyone as the lucky one of Dungeon 9, Jiang Che knew better than anyone—he was not lucky.

All his so-called luck, every benefit he’d received, was due to the meticulous arrangements of Ding Ning and the rest.

He had never considered himself fortunate, either.

So, he didn’t believe that he would receive any special care from this mysterious energy in the void, nor did he think he’d catch the favor of so-called Lady Luck.

The special energy that had once felt as vast as a river now trickled down to a tiny stream.

Jiang Che could feel even that energy was starting to weaken.

Jiang Che gave a bitter smile. In his eyes, a fleeting shadow appeared. The clear stream had no signature, but he knew who it was from.

Everything in the world already had its explicit price tag, hidden or not.

If he was feeling any relief now, it could only mean someone out there was shouldering a burden for him.

"Wait for me," Jiang Che steadied his spiritual power, carrying the stream back into the void. He believed Ning would understand his meaning.

"I can do this." Jiang Che dragged a nearby chair over, collapsing onto it with some exhaustion.

Once he’d refused that special energy, Jiang Che could no longer move. Sitting there, he could clearly feel his mind starting to burn, and his consciousness blurring.

His bloodshot eyes could no longer see; he had to shut them.

Two streams of bloody tears seeped from Jiang Che’s eyes, dripping to the floor and seeping away.

"What the hell! Why are you suddenly bleeding?" Xiong Jie panicked. Jiang Che had looked perfectly fine, but now this happened out of nowhere.

He wanted to hurry up and make a call, but with his eyes closed, Jiang Che seemed to sense everything, and grabbed his wrist in an instant.

"Don’t. I can handle it," Jiang Che said, still with his eyes shut. Blood tears poured down swiftly, turning into blood-red crystals one after another.

"Don’t overdo it!" Xiong Jie watched, helpless and at a loss.

Jiang Che nodded seriously. Without that stream, he felt the fierce pain pressing down on him from the spiritual level once again.

But the deployment of anchors was already in its final stages.

With Ding Ning’s help, he had already gotten through the hardest part.

Now, Jiang Che’s territory—the coverage of the mental hospital—was vast to the extreme. The city’s main highway was now the hospital’s very core.

How far did it reach?

Jiang Che could tell that the mental hospital he’d evolved was massive, reaching all the way to the perimeter of the Red Pearl Mental Hospital.

With himself as the center, a fifty-kilometer radius was all part of the hospital.

An entire city in size.

Jiang Che’s breath grew weaker. His depleted spiritual power was still being drawn by this city, but it would be enough to see through the final step.

No further evolution was taking place in this world; the formation of the mental hospital had finished.

Jiang Che frowned, feeling he could end the creation of his territory at any moment. Once complete, it would be as if his spiritual power had permanently shut off—a tap closed for good, and all loss would end.

Even his skin was oozing beads of blood. Not just his eyes—every pore was seeping red.

"What do we do now? Has the transformation not finished yet?" Zhou Ang was getting nervous.

"Why don’t you ask your dad how his territory transformation ended?" He looked at Feihu. Feihu’s father had already established his own territory, so he might have some experience to offer.

"No signal!" Feihu shook her phone, frustrated. She’d thought of this, but waved the useless phone in despair.

They were on a highway in the suburbs—signal was bad enough to begin with. Now Jiang Che had filled the place with his anchors, smothering even the weak signal that was left.

Xiong Jie didn’t know what to do either, and Jiang Che was adamant he not contact Ding Ning.

"It’s fine, just a bit more," Jiang Che said through clenched eyes, as blood dripped steadily from his body.

He could stop now, but still felt something small—a missing piece—remained.

It was trivial, yet critical.

If not for Ding Ning’s help, he might not even have sensed this vital key.

Hearing Jiang Che’s voice, Xiong Jie finally exhaled a little.

Jiang Che looked terrible now, but his voice sounded steady—not as bad as Xiong Jie had feared.

He’d already made up his mind. He’d keep talking to Jiang Che, and the moment Jiang Che couldn’t respond, he’d alert the master immediately.

"Never thought a human could form something so much like a Dungeon," Xiong Jie remarked. Jiang Che’s territory was connected to the Dark Forest, but the Dark Forest couldn’t invade. At the same time, Jiang Che couldn’t expand into the Dark Forest either.

Now Jiang Che was like a fortress at the border, holding back the Dark Forest and preventing those further in the Human Realm from being swallowed up.

Jiang Che froze. Yeah.

He realized this area of his was just like his own Dungeon. A Dungeon located in the Human Realm.

If this really was a Dungeon, then could clearing it earn rewards too?

Would others have to clear trials when they entered?

Jiang Che began to think. He realized his ’Dungeon’ didn’t have an exit set, nor had he fixed the ’game rules.’

He looked at the ’spirits’ wandering inside the Dungeon, suddenly enlightened.

If he assigned these ’spirits’ a mission of slaughter, then anyone—or any evil spirit—entering his Dungeon would be hunted down by his ’spirits.’