My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: There’s Navigation for the Exit Too!

Xiong Jie was running at the front, his huge belly jiggling in rhythm with his strides.

He had noticed earlier that the layout here seemed intricate and complex, but many of the corridors were repeats.

This enormous mental hospital had been constructed from Jiang Che’s memories and imagination of Red Pearl Mental Hospital.

Compared to other hospitals, Red Pearl was relatively large, but after all, a hospital, no matter how big, has its limits.

He just happened to be the one among this group who was relatively familiar with Red Pearl Mental Hospital.

The Anding District, where the rich once stayed, was also converted from patient wards, so he was familiar with the layout here.

The routes looked tangled, but they weren’t complicated at all.

Xiong Jie sped up his pace, sighing inwardly; Jiang Che was still too naïve.

If only Jiang Che had a bit more life experience, he would never have let his dungeon show a layout identical to Red Pearl Mental Hospital, especially with endlessly repeating areas.

He was going to prove to Jiang Che that there was indeed a big issue with this dungeon.

Xiong Jie looked at the familiar corridors; as expected, they barely differed from what he remembered.

Although there were no clear landmarks, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He moved quickly, vanishing from sight before long.

Jiang Che, leading Zhou Ang and the others, followed behind Xiong Jie. The ground beneath them seemed to move them along automatically.

They followed Xiong Jie without any action, never losing a step.

Everyone saw Xiong Jie turn several corners; at nearly every corner, there was a blood-red crystal, and as soon as Xiong Jie touched it, it was automatically absorbed into his body.

The more blood-colored crystals he absorbed, the more intense the bloody aura around Xiong Jie became—and the more medical staff targeted him.

After just a few turns, everyone realized something was off.

The layout here was all quite similar—seemingly complex and interconnected, with hardly any guaranteed dead ends.

The only difference was that the distribution of those blood-colored crystals was very sparse—each branch had access points, and they were scattered randomly throughout the dungeon.

The more Xiong Jie ran, the more confused he became—there really weren’t any dead ends here. Sometimes he ran deliberately toward corners, expecting to hit a dead end, only to find the passage connected to other corridors.

What confused him most was that he now had a mental radar centered on himself, showing the location of the nearest blood-colored crystal.

He had thought the hard part of Jiang Che’s dungeon was gathering all the blood-colored crystals without missing a single one. If he had hidden just one or two a little better, it could have stumped many brave players.

For what purpose?

Knowing that Jiang Che and the others were following him, Xiong Jie shouted, "Can’t you delete this radar? Doesn’t it make things way too easy?"

"Since each blood-colored crystal has a navigation, does that mean once you collect them all, the exit will have navigation too?" Xiong Jie complained aloud.

"Yes," Jiang Che answered without the slightest hesitation.

"?" Xiong Jie stared at him, lines of frustration carved into his face. What the hell is wrong with this guy?!

Even Feihu gave Jiang Che a strange look.

Jiang Che’s every move was beyond their expectations. They thought Jiang Che would create a complicated layout to trap the challengers, but the interconnected corridors shattered that notion.

Then they thought Jiang Che would hide all the crystals so challengers, while being hunted, would have to go to great pains to collect them—but instead, these blood-colored crystals were just left in the middle of the corridors. You didn’t even have to touch them. Get within a meter, and they’d be automatically absorbed.

So what, exactly, was supposed to be difficult about Jiang Che’s dungeon?

Was this just handing out points and upgrades to the humans who entered?

Wouldn’t that mean Jiang Che’s dungeon would become a scoring paradise in the future?

With such a great foundation—a dungeon this size—ending up sucked dry for energy again and again...it was just too wasteful.

Xiong Jie sighed. With the two worlds merged now, it might just become a pure law of the jungle.

Guided by the mental radar, he scoured the locations of the blood-colored crystals one by one.

He even sensed that the evil spirits chasing him were only as strong as he was; a single blow couldn’t kill him.

Xiong Jie sighed again. If this was all there was, Jiang Che’s dungeon was probably even easier than a lot of the D-rank dungeons.

The only advantage: it was big.

The blood-colored crystals tracked by his mental radar were easy to collect, much easier than before.

Red Pearl Mental Hospital’s wards and Anding District had similar layouts.

As he gathered more blood-colored crystals, he found that wherever there was a crystal, there were always Spirit Bodies nearby; as soon as a blood-red crystal was taken, the spirits would haunt him doggedly like ghosts.

At first, he thought these crystals would be easy to collect, but once he started searching, he realized they were spread out across practically every branch of every corridor.

But the moment you headed in a certain direction, it was easy to be ambushed by spirits from behind.

After absorbing a crystal, the spirits chasing him would even cut him off by taking shortcuts.

Just a few minutes later, Xiong Jie could hear countless hurried footsteps behind him.

Sometimes, as soon as he rounded the next branching corridor, he’d see a "spirit" already waiting at the intersection.

Xiong Jie got it immediately—if you wanted to grab a blood-colored crystal right in front of them and escape safely, you needed to plan both your route and your speed precisely.

The stomping footsteps behind him were closing in aggressively, and ahead were two more branching paths, each with a blood-colored crystal.

Now, the white Spirit Bodies behind him were clawing wildly, and at the ends of both corridors, a few more spirits were blocking him in.

Different corridors within the dungeon led to different places. Xiong Jie was sure he hadn’t taken the wrong path; even before the supernatural descended, the rich used to—

A surge of white overwhelmed him, instantly pinning Xiong Jie to the ground.

Suffocation enveloped him in an instant. He hadn’t run into a dead end; there simply were no dead ends in this dungeon. But once the spirits cornered him, there was no way out.

When he opened his eyes again, Xiong Jie found himself sitting back in the same archive room as before. Staring at the archive folder labeled with his own name, he felt his hands and feet go cold.

If he hadn’t left information here, he’d be dead by now.

Jiang Che stood at the doorway of the archive room, looking toward Xiong Jie, who sat in the chair.

The lights in the archive room were dim. In the gloomy space, a fine dust always floated in the air.

The archive folders on the wall cabinets were all coated in a thick layer of dust.

"Can you get out?" Jiang Che asked.

He wasn’t mocking him—not in the slightest. He was just genuinely curious whether it was really possible to escape from Red Pearl Mental Hospital.