My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: The Jar Man

"Everyone should still head to the location of the Jiang Che Dungeon as planned, but this time, we’re not there to clear it—we’re there to discuss what we do next."

The strong among the humans have always been connected, there were plans before to head over and clear stages, and now it’s just a change in the plan at the last minute.

In the chat group that only had a dozen or so people, everyone responded one by one.

They rarely chatted when there was nothing going on.

"Do you think we should send someone, or go ourselves?"

"I’ll send a representative, I’m not going. I’ve already planted an anchor; whatever happens next has nothing to do with me."

"I’m still suspicious. With so many of us unable to get information, but the last madman knows everything clearly. I know some of us collude with evil spirits, but that’s just bargaining with the tiger. You better watch yourselves."

"Someone’s colluding with evil spirits? Where did you hear that? Can you guarantee you won’t lose your autonomy if you collude with an evil spirit?"

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Seeing their discussion, Leng Feng sighed. The connection between evil spirits and humans is something ordinary people don’t know, but those higher up can sense pieces of it from all directions.

He never blamed those humans who contacted evil spirits, because no matter what reason made them entangled with evil spirits, in the relationship, humans were never in control.

And he believed many were like him, powerless to choose.

Most people establish contact with evil spirits because they’ve been captured by them before.

Toyed with as playthings, dragged back and forth on the edge of death dozens of times.

Surviving was only due to the evil spirits’ curiosity about humans, or other motives—just like Dark Star.

Proactively contacting an evil spirit?

Leng Feng fell silent. In the era when humanity was weak, there was no way to negotiate with evil spirits as equals.

"Alright, you can skip this time. I’ll go and get answers for everyone." Leng Feng gave a bitter smile. None of them knew that he was actually the biggest pawn the evil spirits had planted among humans.

"I’ll go." Suddenly, someone sent this message in the group, and the chat went silent.

Because everyone knew who it was.

His avatar was just the default system icon, and since joining, he had never spoken in the group.

Humans hate evil spirits, but even hatred is graded.

This man’s hatred of evil spirits could definitely rank among the top three.

"Alright, you go." Leng Feng’s expression was complicated. Actually, he had guesses about which humans were controlled by evil spirits.

But with this person, he couldn’t tell; couldn’t tell if he had fought his way out or had simply been dumped by an evil spirit.

Most humans enter Dungeons entirely whole, and rarely come out disabled.

Because the ones who can’t escape or are injured mostly die inside the Dungeon.

But he was an exception.

He’s now the only human Survivor who was chopped up, stuffed into a jar, then tossed out of the Dungeon entrance.

They had tried to help him remove the jar.

But the jar itself was a powerful Dungeon item. No matter what they did, they couldn’t damage it. Instead, any external blow made the person inside scream in agony.

At first, they just wanted to help—remove the jar, then fit some prosthetics.

Any organization did their utmost to help survivors get through hardships after coming out of the Dungeon alive.

Failure after failure poured over the fire of hope like extinguishing agents, and someone even asked if he’d like euthanasia.

Leng Feng was present that day. He saw hatred burning in a pair of ashen eyes; the emptiness in his gaze suffocated everyone present more than the mood itself.

He only quietly said two words: "No need."

After that, he asked people to take him into Dungeon runs.

Once a human Survivor leveled up, their power and physique would drastically increase.

He said, "This jar can’t be broken anyway, so if you bring me along, I can tank hits for you. My weight shouldn’t be much for you guys, right?"

That sentence made countless human Survivors tempted.

His body was still big enough—just lift him by the neck, keep his head safe, and as long as he didn’t die, he could absorb tons of damage.

From then on, whether it was a major or minor Dungeon, as long as someone asked to take him with, he’d let them carry him as a shield.

With more Dungeon runs, his rank kept rising, because the jar was sturdy enough to absorb pain. Whenever danger struck, he’d shove his head deep into the jar.

Later, even when those who took him into Dungeons died, he was still alive.

He even picked up a few skills inside Dungeons, letting him move freely without hands or feet.

Once he could move on his own, he no longer begged others to take him on runs; as his strength grew, he also became the leader of an organization.

An organization specialized in accepting disabled humans.

He joined the group, but never spoke or participated in discussions—this was his first time sending a message.

"Alright, do you need someone to fetch you?" Leng Feng asked, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized it was inappropriate, afraid it would hurt the man’s pride.

Leng Feng could see that the info about Jiang Che’s Dungeon had an irresistible attraction for him.

His experience made it obvious—he was the kind of person who would sacrifice anything to grow stronger.

"No need."

Sure enough, the other side refused.

Leng Feng didn’t push. Everyone knew he didn’t like interacting with people.

But he’s strong now; all those years of endurance had become overwhelming power in the end.

Leng Feng initially thought he was a pawn planted by an evil spirit, but later realized he wasn’t; he was more like a toy—a human crippled and jarred, then tossed back to the Human Realm.

Maybe what that evil spirit wanted to see was his desperate screams, every hit to the jar turning into agony in his flesh.

But he never went down the path the evil spirit wanted. He endured the pain, took the road to become stronger.

He must desperately want to destroy the evil spirits, slaughter them all, right?

Leng Feng lowered his gaze. Pawns controlled by evil spirits like him shouldn’t be heroes remembered in the history books, but this man could be.

All the suffering and humiliation became fuel for his progress; no one laughed at his ruined body, humans were already used to it.

If humans ever win one day, it’s people like him who deserve to be heroes.

"What do you think, should we tell him our situation?"