My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: You’re Wrong About These Points...

"Yeah, these things really should be protected properly. It would be such a waste to destroy them." Jiang Che nodded in agreement.

As Flying Tiger spoke, she picked up her phone, ready to pull up some information on existing museums for Jiang Che.

Some treasures really do deserve to be preserved.

She didn’t see this as robbing museums now, but as an act of justice. When the museum cases are smashed, those relics are no longer awaiting resellers, nor are they doomed to be hoarded in some pitch-black basement.

Rather, at the edge of the world’s destruction, someone was taking care to preserve them.

She opened her phone and started searching for museums she knew about, but as soon as she clicked, her screen notified her that the city had already been destroyed.

On her phone was only a distantly taken photo—a city overtaken by the Black Forest, dark and dead, bizarre branches sprawling everywhere like a haunted castle.

The more she saw, the more she wanted Jiang Che to hurry up.

The spread of the Black Forest was even faster than she imagined. The gateway had only been open a short while, and already dozens of cities had been swallowed up.

Human cities are packed so close together—just tens of kilometers apart—the nutrients from one overtaken city fueling the Forest to spread to the next.

She figured Jiang Che should take action immediately after meeting with the high-tier human survivors.

After flipping through several existing museums, she pulled up some pictures and data.

She handed the phone to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che carefully browsed the images, when suddenly his eyes landed on a display case containing a red dress.

Noticing he couldn’t look away, Flying Tiger leaned in for a look as well.

She hadn’t even had a chance to introduce the history of this wedding attire; just as her memory was waking up, Jiang Che’s voice came to her ear: "This dress is beautiful. Ning would definitely like it."

"Huh?" Flying Tiger was stunned. She saw Jiang Che swiping to see the next picture.

"This vase is really pretty too. Ning would also like this."

"Huh?"

"This hairpin is so delicate—Ning would definitely..."

Before he could finish, Flying Tiger already knew what the next words would be.

"...also like it..."

Flying Tiger was dumbfounded. She’d originally thought Jiang Che just purely wanted to collect these things, that he simply couldn’t bear for them to be buried in the murky earth.

Now she felt maybe she’d gotten it a little wrong.

Zhou Ang blinked. He hadn’t expected Jiang Che was thinking this way either.

He pointed to the items on the exhibits surrounding him. "Brother Che, don’t tell me all these things are for your wife too?"

He swallowed nervously. Just a moment ago, he and Flying Tiger had the same thought. Brother Che might have mental problems, but his devotion to protecting relics really made him a model citizen.

Now, he realized he’d misunderstood completely.

"Yeah, they’re beautiful, aren’t they?" The first time he’d gone to Ding Ning’s castle, he’d noticed that, in a world rotten to the core, only Ding Ning’s castle was built to mimic a human city’s environment.

Ding Ning may not have said it, but he could tell she loved things from the Human Realm.

And now, all these were the prettiest and most valuable things in this world—Ning would be delighted to see them.

When the time came, he could display all these things in her castle, and she wouldn’t need to use her supernatural powers to create a fake human city anymore.

"I never really gave Ning gifts before, but after this I’m going to bring her the very best." Jiang Che flipped through the photos on the phone, liking them more with every swipe.

Hiss—

Two sharp intakes of breath rang out at once.

Xiong Jie looked at the two’s shocked expressions and couldn’t help but laugh.

Yep, that’s just how Jiang Che thinks.

He doesn’t care if these items are relics or how precious they are. In his eyes, everything here could be a gift.

"Alright then, that works." Flying Tiger’s expression was a bit odd.

She knew very well who "Ning" in Jiang Che’s mouth was. Maybe, in her hands, these things would be preserved even better.

Jiang Che’s side...

The motive’s off, the idea’s off, the method’s off...

Everything about it is wrong—except the result.

As long as they’re preserved, does it really matter who keeps these things?

It’s a proof that something once existed.

If humanity ever regains a place in the world, maybe these things could be found again.

If, in the end, humanity is wiped out, leaving these things with Ding Ning isn’t so bad either.

The courtyard was covered with rotten leaves, but Jiang Che just turned the soil a little and the leaves disappeared. The ground became smooth and solid.

The high-tier survivors arrived quickly. In just a few hours, everyone heard the roaring sound from above.

A helicopter hovered above the mental hospital, only stopping once it was directly over Red Pearl Mental Hospital. Then, people jumped down from it.

Their faces were heavy—they’d picked a helicopter specifically to see how big Jiang Che’s dungeon territory was.

The survivors who’ve anchored their own territories all have ranges about the size of one city. But Jiang Che’s territory? It was double that.

This discovery shocked everyone even more.

Size equals strength, at least to some extent, and they all knew it well.

Since the arrival of the unnatural, they’d seen F, D, and even A-level dungeons—each one with a different size.

Seeing how much land this one covered, there was just one thought on everyone’s mind.

Exactly how strong is Jiang Che now?

There are only thirteen human survivors with anchors, each holding down a city-sized area.

But Jiang Che holds twice that—what tier is he? Fourteen? Fifteen?

...

As they were thinking this, everyone suddenly recalled that the power level of Jiang Che’s dungeon was already on the verge of SS, ready to break through at any moment.

They looked at Jiang Che, not far away, each desperately wanting to know what happened to him in the SSS-rank dungeon, Six-Star Pond.

To this day, they all still believed that dungeon was an SSS rule-based dungeon.

When Jiang Che first entered the dungeon, he was only a plain Tier Five Peak—when he came out, he already had the power to create dungeons and knew so many rules about it.

Could it be he devoured an Evil Spirit Lord?

How could that be possible?!

Jiang Che looked over at the group descending from above, having no idea what they were thinking. All he saw were a jumble of emotions in their eyes, changing in an instant—meanings impossible to decipher.

If Ding Ning and Tuantuan were here, they would surely be able to read those complicated looks and figure out what these people were thinking.

There were a few things they’d gotten wrong.

First, dungeon territory isn’t as simple as one plus one equals two in power increase.

Second, Jiang Che didn’t devour an Evil Spirit Lord—he only devoured half a Dark Star.