Free Web NovelChapter 184: Chapter 184: Treasures in the Psychiatric Hospital?
"Boss, what you told him... don’t tell me you told him everything about us???" The man in the mask beside Leng Feng showed worry in his eyes. This matter absolutely couldn’t be exposed.
Besides, this guy has a volatile nature. His hatred for evil spirits definitely exceeds everyone else’s.
He managed to claw his way up through all that pain to get where he is now. His drive must be unparalleled hatred.
"He definitely hates evil spirits. If he ever finds out we’re seeds of evil spirits, he’ll kill us first." The masked man’s voice was filled with barely contained anxiety.
This jar man is incredibly strong, and his defense is even stronger.
All the skills he’s acquired are aggressive ones that sacrifice his own defense, but his body’s already impervious to blades and bullets—among the current high-tier humans, his strength is near the top.
"But right now, Dark Star is the easiest Lord to deal with. As long as we kill him, humanity can directly seize his domain in the Evil Spirit Realm. I suppose that counts as our first foothold as humans."
"During the hunt for Dark Star, none of us can be present, because we have to go to a place that blocks out transfers, to prevent Dark Star from drawing out the power inside us for a short while."
Leng Feng started to reveal their trump card.
Yes. Their trump card wasn’t killing Dark Star, but finding a place that could cut off energy transfers—the power exchange between two worlds already took time.
The time wasn’t long, and now, all they could do was prolong that time.
So they needed someone really powerful to kill Dark Star within that window.
"If he hates evil spirits enough, he’ll understand us." Leng Feng took a deep breath.
"If Dark Star dies, it doesn’t matter if we all die too."
Leng Feng stared at his phone, afraid the other party wouldn’t be able to find the entrance to Red Pearl Mental Hospital. He pulled up a map and sent it to this person privately.
Several high-tier human survivors in the group also said they’d come to Jiang Che’s dungeon to meet everyone.
Except for Flying Eagle, the other high-tier human survivors who had placed anchor points all refused.
They’d only set anchor points, not checkpoints.
They didn’t dare come over on their own, afraid they’d die the moment they arrived and be unable to go back.
There were too many people now targeting their dungeons.
Jiang Che, Xiong Jie, and the others stood inside Red Pearl Mental Hospital, in the courtyard. The main gate out of the hospital was not far ahead.
In the past, you could look through the steel gate and see the road stretching away outside.
But now, though bright daylight shone overhead, everything in front was pitch-black.
He hadn’t returned for a long time. Whirling leaves were scattered everywhere, and thick piles of fallen foliage had gone uncleaned for ages. Every step made the rotten leaves crackle underfoot.
At the main entrance of Red Pearl Mental Hospital, the cement road was now overgrown with the Dark Forest.
Jiang Che was not like the other high-tier survivors, too afraid to approach the edge of the Dark Forest. He understood this was a kind of absolute domain law. Once a domain was set, the Dark Forest would never invade it.
Jiang Che stared at the gate, the corners of his eyes unconsciously drooping and the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile.
This used to be the future he longed for—the way out he desired.
Now, standing alone in the empty courtyard, he actually felt at peace.
Inside the hospital, layers of thick dust covered everything. The surroundings looked incomparably bleak.
"Brother Che, can I bring my mom here later?" He asked cautiously. "I can’t relax with her out there."
His mom was living now in the survivors’ compound under Flying Tiger Dad and Flying Eagle’s management. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Flying Tiger Dad’s abilities, but compared to outsiders, he trusted his own people more.
"Of course you can." Jiang Che nodded. He looked at Flying Tiger and Xiong Jie, "If you guys have any brothers or friends, you can bring them too."
Xiong Jie let out a snort of laughter. "You know, as soon as I got back I went to track down those so-called family members for revenge. There’s nobody left."
"If I had to count family, I think you guys are more like my family now."
Flying Tiger looked at Jiang Che. "Is there really no way for my dad’s domain?"
She spoke bitterly. She didn’t think it was wrong for her dad to place an anchor point back then, and she didn’t blame Jiang Che either.
Because it was only after placing the anchor that Jiang Che found all this out.
It just wasn’t the right time. Not enough luck, not the right opportunities; heaven, earth, and people—not the right time yet, that’s all.
"Right now, there’s nothing we can do. Unless your dad can ascend to SSS rank, there’s no way to reset the dungeon checkpoint."
"If, one day, my dad really ends up with no hope, I hope you’ll be the one to take his life." Flying Tiger looked at Jiang Che, her mouth full of bitterness.
Naturally, she didn’t want her dad to die. That was the last thing she wanted to imagine. But if that day came, she hoped her dad would die by Jiang Che’s hand.
That way, the dungeon could be inherited by Jiang Che.
"Why don’t we go hunt for treasure? What we buried back then—we can take it out fair and square now." Xiong Jie clapped his hands, changing the subject and breaking the heavy mood.
Back when Flying Tiger Dad hadn’t set a checkpoint for his dungeon, he was already on countless assassination lists.
Maybe you can stop it for a while, but not forever.
The crash was only a matter of time.
"What treasure? There’s treasure in the mental hospital?" Zhou Ang chimed in as hype man.
"Of course there is! Back then, Flying Tiger Miss even took the fall for us." He snickered.
Jiang Che paused, looked down at his feet, and then remembered: he’d buried a lot of treasure underground at Red Pearl Mental Hospital for Ding Ning.
His mood turned heavy at once. Ding Ning had only just cleared the dungeon, then faded away like a soap bubble—he hadn’t even had a chance to dig those things up and show them to her one by one.
Jiang Che raised his hand. The leaf-strewn ground of the courtyard slowly bulged up; bit by bit, dirt split open, and a silver safe gradually appeared before everyone’s eyes.
The dirt on the safe was brushed away by Jiang Che, and the huge safe now stood in the middle of the yard.
"Wait, let me go tidy up that gallery from before. It’s not good to just leave these things locked in the safe all the time." That gallery had been specifically for displaying art, with the best storage facilities possible.
Jiang Che eagerly opened the safe, carefully taking the items out one by one and putting them by his side.
"Wait... why did you guys hide all this stuff?" Zhou Ang was stunned. Did this stuff even help with clearing dungeons?
Flying Tiger was stunned too, remembering the group of people who’d come to her before wanting those things.
Those people had insisted Jiang Che’s crew didn’t take anything, and demanded from her, convinced she had whatever was missing.
So you really did take it and hide it, huh!
