My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Safe Travels

Feihu stared at the streaming interface, she originally wanted to check on the last survivor, but found that there were only three livestream channels on the platform.

On the map laid out in front of her on the table, the foremost red dot was now pushing steadily toward the exit.

After that incident, she hadn’t suffered any further injuries.

The spirits hunting her had only increased.

"Strange, is there no channel for that challenger?" she asked, a bit surprised.

"That challenger is definitely suspicious." Feihu glanced at Jiang Che, wanting to warn him about that challenger.

Jiang Che said nothing. He didn’t think that person had problems, but he knew that challenger wasn’t human.

Feihu and the others could only see a small red dot, but he had known all along—it was a woman with a graceful body, but no head.

Ding Ning wasn’t talking to Hua anymore; her mind was on the verge of collapse.

But she kept pushing through, now channeling all her focus into calculating how she could escape this dungeon.

Because she knew, she could only withstand one more injury at most. After one more hit, her energy projection would shatter.

She was sure she would attempt many more runs after this, but none would feel as meaningful as the first.

As the dungeon host, Jiang Che had just tried to experience the pain that woman was enduring.

In an instant, Jiang Che felt his brain was about to explode.

"Was it this painful when you failed in your run?" Jiang Che looked at Xiong Jie.

Xiong Jie noticed Jiang Che glance at him and quickly nodded, "Very painful, but I died so fast, the pain only lasted a moment."

"Until now, I just remember it really hurt, but how much exactly, I’ve already forgotten." Xiong Jie hung his head; he couldn’t describe how much it hurt.

Because the human brain has a built-in pain forgetfulness mechanism—the agony suffered before, even limbs torn off, eventually you forget what the pain felt like in the moment.

You just know it was bad.

Jiang Che stayed quiet—he had just gotten a taste of the mysterious woman’s agony.

Now, he could empathize with everyone’s experiences inside the dungeon.

The mysterious woman’s pain was relentless; it never eased up.

He looked at the shadow still pushing through, her movements far stiffer than before. Clearly, this pain was something she struggled to handle.

But she kept bearing it, forcing herself toward the exit.

He turned to the other three challengers. After realizing this was a solo dungeon, the remaining two had started prepping.

They discovered that as long as they avoided contact with the blood-colored crystal, the dungeon would not trigger yet.

They followed behind the first challenger, tracking his route and recording it in a notebook.

The benefit of solo dungeons was this—same task, same conditions. There may not be help, but you get tons of previous experience to learn from.

[This dungeon might be the turning point for humanity to get stronger.]

[Solo dungeon, permanent, no timer—I think I just saw pros spamming runs like crazy.]

[No hope before, but now hope is right in front of us. I want to try. If I die, at least it’s for humanity’s rise.]

[SS-rank dungeon—whatever help it offers, the strong it trains, that’s limited, right?]

[Probably, but still way better than before.]

...

The bullet comments watched as the two kept tailing the challenger, logging new info.

The distance was too close, so the spirits hunting them grew. One claw lashed for the challenger’s back.

Many viewers had already shut their eyes, unable to watch this scene any longer.

The man in front sighed, checking his progress. Hit for the first time, but hadn’t even hit 1/500 of the dungeon’s progress.

Still, at least he contributed a bit.

Feeling the attack on his back, he readied himself for death; but the hit behind was just a light sting, like a bee, only mild pain.

"Fuck, what kind of dungeon is this—not even—" He spun back, stunned, staring at the mob of spirit bodies behind him.

He’d run this far, this long—for what?

Just for them to scratch him?

"Doesn’t hurt?" His teammate asked, puzzled.

"Like mosquito bites, fuck, all that running for nothing." He gave up worrying about the spirits hunting him. Since there’s no harm, might as well let them come.

"That can’t be right?" someone asked, confused.

"Let it try again." He stopped, letting countless spirit bodies swarm him.

In a flash, his mind didn’t even react before the pain escalated sharply, swamping his entire brain.

"I—" He didn’t finish his sentence, crashing to the ground with lifeless eyes.

The smug grin at his mouth hadn’t even faded.

His weird, twisted smile and stunned gaze made everyone take two steps back.

"What did he finally go through?" The other two halted, moving their partner’s corpse out of the way.

Their runs hadn’t started yet, and the spirits hadn’t attacked them.

"No idea, but one thing’s clear—even if it doesn’t hurt, you can’t let the spirits get close." The two exchanged a cautious glance.

Their teammate died too abruptly, leaving them at a loss.

"What we know so far: you have to collect those blood-colored crystals to start the dungeon run—and you get a radar in your mind showing the crystals in reality."

"Also, don’t let these white spirit bodies touch you."

"Why the first hit doesn’t hurt? We still don’t get the rules."

"But at least there’s some margin for error." They reported the latest intel to the viewers quickly.

At the ’margin for error’, he paused.

"Whether it’s random or a real margin—we’ll test it again for everyone later."

"This dungeon is massive, and our progress is less than a thousandth." The two left in Dragon Cloud Tower forced a bitter smile. "But rest assured, we’ll do our best to provide useful intel."

"We firmly believe! In this battle against the evil spirits, humanity will triumph!"

"We swear to defend our land to the death—to slaughter every evil spirit!" As he spoke, the second person stepped forward.

"Let me go first. You can see what happens to me..." He sighed softly.

"Hope you make it farther."

For a dungeon this big, the three of them had barely any hope.

"Understood." Behind him, the last teammate grinned wide.

"Safe journey."

"Haha, safe journey." A hand reached for the blood-colored crystal, and the spirits started hunting again.

He began his frantic sprint, trying his best to shake off the white spirits at his back.

Bullet comments streaked across the screen.

[Safe journey.]