My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 197: Chapter 197

Long Yun was so frightened that he hurriedly waved his hands, opening his mouth, then bitterly closing it again.

The words he’d been so adamant about before, claiming Jiang Che was a traitor, were now stuck in his throat.

Jiang Che was powerful, able to send him flying with a single punch, but Long Yun wasn’t afraid of Jiang Che.

He wasn’t even afraid of Leng Feng.

Because in his eyes, neither of them was ruthless enough—Leng Feng liked reason, liked rules, and if Jiang Che ever made a move on him, Leng Feng would stop it and start preaching all his high-minded principles and rules.

Ren Fengxiang was different; this man had been through so much, no one dared talk to him about reason, rules, or the greater good of humanity.

Whatever he wanted to do, no one was willing, or brave enough, to stand in his way.

"I just think maybe your brother’s mind has been possessed by an evil spirit, and we all need to help him together." Long Yun racked his brains for words, his back already soaked with sweat.

"Is that how you all see it?" Ren Fengxiang glanced at those in the crowd watching the show.

Seeing his eyes sweep over, they all hurriedly waved their hands, nervous, most flashing embarrassed smiles.

"Of course not. If we thought that, we wouldn’t be here asking him about creating a dungeon."

"Yeah, if the evil spirit really wanted to wipe us out, why give us intel on how to create dungeons? That would only make things harder for itself."

"What we need most now is unity. We’ve made it this far because we trust each other."

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Everyone chimed in one by one, and Long Yun’s face turned instantly dark.

Before he could say another word, Ren Fengxiang was already walking over.

An arm made of energy morphed and grew massive, quickly reaching for him.

He tried to run, only to realize his legs wouldn’t obey him at all—he couldn’t move.

He wanted to lift his hand to resist, but even his arm felt as if it had regressed, lost all function.

Ren Fengxiang wore a slight smile as he approached politely and took hold of Long Yun’s right hand.

For someone at Long Yun’s level, he couldn’t hold him for long—but in a fight between experts, a few seconds was enough.

Long Yun’s hand drooped, limp and powerless, while Ren Fengxiang kept hold of it.

He couldn’t move, but he could still feel the pain where his arm was being gripped.

His eyes were full of terror, because the instant his hand was under control, he completely lost command of his body.

His knees buckled and he dropped to the ground, unable to help it.

Leng Feng was clearly watching their contest, but said nothing. As far as he was concerned, as long as Long Yun didn’t die, a little punishment wasn’t a big deal.

Ren Fengxiang glanced around; he knew exactly what was on everyone’s mind.

They’d discussed all this in a group chat earlier; it was just back then he hadn’t realized Jiang Che was the one they were talking about.

He wanted to make it clear: no matter if Jiang Che was possessed by an evil spirit or not, he’d be on his side without hesitation.

The two sedan-chair bearers exchanged complex looks at Ren Fengxiang—he almost never started fights. Sure, in dungeons he’d killed plenty, but who among the powerful here hadn’t?

They just hadn’t expected Mr. Ren would go so far for Jiang Che.

Even now, the two still thought Jiang Che was under control, but they couldn’t say so out loud.

Long Yun’s legs collapsed beneath him, and a strange energy crept from his arm down to his calves, which seemed to be degenerating by the second.

"Mr. Ren, I was wrong, I was wrong, I truly was wrong." Terror seized his heart—he feared he’d end up like Ren Fengxiang, limbless, sealed inside a jar.

Ren Fengxiang didn’t stop, using the true power of the jar for the first time.

Stripping a person’s control over their own body, even if just briefly—this was one of his abilities.

But right now, he was channeling the jar’s own power. If this person’s strength was less than the jar’s original owner, their control would never return.

He’d never done so before because this power felt dangerous—a floodgate, once opened, that couldn’t be shut again.

But if he didn’t use it, he couldn’t be sure he’d punish Long Yun enough, couldn’t stand up for Jiang Che.

"Enough." Ren Fengxiang withdrew his hand, looking down at Long Yun on his knees. "I apologize for what my brother did before; he really was out of line."

"To keep more of your Dragon Cloud Tower people from dying here, I’m afraid you’ll have to guard this place."

"How could anyone say you’re not fit to guard a door? I think you’re perfectly suited."

Kneeling on the ground, Long Yun was dumbfounded. He looked at his freed hand; the pain vanished as if it had never existed.

He couldn’t believe it, squeezing his fist and finding it unscathed.

Ren Fengxiang’s way of speaking was very strange—his face full of sincere apology, as if he’d really come to make amends for Jiang Che.

But the words themselves sounded off, a supposed apology that felt like something else entirely.

Jiang Che stepped in front of him; Long Yun, still kneeling, gazed up in a daze.

He didn’t know when it appeared, but Jiang Che now had a file folder in his hand, the name slot still blank.

"To keep more of your Dragon Cloud Tower people from dying, you need to register some information."

"Leave it here, and you won’t die anymore." Jiang Che said, handing the folder to Long Yun.

"Register your info—after this, if you die outside, as long as you haven’t been gone too long, you can be resurrected in the dungeon."

Xiong Jie had already filled in his own info. Watching what Jiang Che was doing, he couldn’t quite figure it out.

To him, resurrection was already a huge benefit. That sort of thing shouldn’t end up with Long Yun.

"Not die, resurrect?" Long Yun froze, looking at the file in Jiang Che’s hands. He was at the center of it all, but he simply couldn’t figure out why Jiang Che was doing this.

Was this really an apology for him?

He didn’t even have time to wonder why he’d been kneeling for so long and couldn’t get up.

Leng Feng was stunned too, staring at the folder in Jiang Che’s hand. "Your dungeon can actually resurrect people?"

He’d never even imagined an ability like that.

Jiang Che was silent. "Actually, it’s not really resurrection."

After learning the secrets of Red Pearl Mental Hospital, he realized some people inside used the organs of the patients to start new lives.

Here, those who registered could borrow the life energy of the dead accumulated within the dungeon to live again.

Jiang Che gave Leng Feng a brief explanation.

The stronger the individual, the more energy it cost.

If not enough people died in the dungeon, you’d have to wait until enough life energy was amassed before you could be revived again.

After Jiang Che finished, Long Yun wasted no time writing his name down on the file.

Elated, he tried to stand and return the folder to Jiang Che, only to find his knees useless, nearly collapsing again as he braced his body with both hands.

His face was ugly now—he realized, kneeling like this, he looked just like a dog.