My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Thinking About How to Deal with My Dad?

"Don’t worry, this time I absolutely won’t let my daughter leave my side," Jiang Che said seriously. He’d already tasted the pain of being without family, and he would never let himself return to that state.

"That’s good, I believe you," Wang Bing replied, then turned and left, not even waiting for Jiang Che to respond.

Ya watched Wang Bing run off, her expression unchanged.

She had already figured it out: as long as she stayed with Jiang Che, she was safest.

If she left now, she’d be no different from the corpses scattered everywhere in this dungeon.

In fact, so long as she stuck close to Jiang Che, she could really study how he dealt with evil spirits—whether through deception or coaxing—this was invaluable experience.

Watching livestreams or replays could never compare to actually experiencing things in person.

Besides, she should be safe for a while.

Because Jiang Che hadn’t found his wife yet—as long as he kept searching, she still had value alive.

"Jiang Che, Blood..." Ya stopped mid-sentence. She’d wanted to mention Blood Slaughter, but immediately thought that saying that name to Jiang Che might upset him.

"Did you tell your parents about coming this far? Are things okay with them?" She really wanted to know what Jiang Che’s family thought about him leaving, and if they might be secretly following him.

"They told me to go ahead and search—that no matter whether I find her tomorrow or not, they’ll come for me tomorrow," Jiang Che felt a warmth in his heart. Though he’d barely returned home, yet now left again, this time leaving home made him feel warmth he’d never felt before.

So this was what it felt like, to know someone is waiting for you, keeping a light on for your return.

Upon hearing this, Ya’s relief vanished, anxiety tightening its grip again, but she still breathed out slowly.

Because according to this, they’d be safe for today.

She knew, tomorrow would be Jiang Che’s death day—the Blood Slaughter Couple said they’d come for him, which meant claiming his life.

Cat-and-mouse games, playing house games—all coming to their last day, and it should end.

"Daddy, I’m a little sleepy, I want to rest for a bit," Jiang Che was holding Tuantuan when she whispered in his ear.

Ya heard it too, but didn’t believe Tuantuan really wanted to sleep.

From human research into dungeons and evil spirits, they’d learned: evil spirits don’t have fixed routines, nor are night-hunting spirits unable to appear by day.

They seemed to never really need rest—some might love the noon sun, others the twilight sunset. The weaker ones only withdraw when stronger spirits appear.

Tuantuan saying she wants to sleep now—who knows what she actually intends to do.

"Then rest, I’ll hold you the whole time," Jiang Che patted her back.

Tuantuan’s little head slumped onto Jiang Che’s shoulder, and her eyes closed.

Her arms hung limp on Jiang Che’s shoulders, appearing soft and powerless, but one hand was tightly clutching the teddy bear Jiang Che gave her.

No breathing movement, no flicker beneath her eyelids—she didn’t look like a child, more like a corpse.

Ya glanced over secretly, making sure, at last, Tuantuan didn’t respond as before—where any small movement drew those dark eyes to stare her down.

Any change in thought, she couldn’t escape Tuantuan’s gaze.

This evil spirit felt like it could read minds.

"Jiang Che, that thing on your neck..." Ya paused. The item hanging from Jiang Che’s neck was covered in dust and tiny bits of stone.

They’d been out so long, it was dry and shriveled, its original shape unclear.

Though there’d been moonlight last night, the moon was bright, casting silvery pale light on people—under that cold glow she could only get a vague sense, not see the details.

She’d only noticed something new on Jiang Che’s neck. Now, in daylight, she finally recognized it.

It was a long segment of gut!

Tuantuan had been present before, so Ya hadn’t dared to ask. Now she raised the question as a test—to see if the girl was really asleep.

"That? It’s a gift from Tuantuan," Jiang Che said, the corners of his mouth curling unconsciously.

Ya: ...

So that’s where the thing on Jiang Che’s neck came from! When an evil spirit gives you something, didn’t you notice anything weird about the feel?

Bracelets and clothes were whatever—the Finger Bone Bracelet, unless someone knew anatomy, they couldn’t tell it was made from human pinkie bones.

Clothes, at least, looked normal enough.

But not recognizing the gut was definitely unreasonable—the texture was obviously wrong: wet, greasy, and disgusting to the touch.

Ya opened her mouth, but still didn’t dare say more.

She still feared the evil spirit was only pretending to sleep.

All along the way, she kept checking their direction, knowing they were close to their destination now.

While Tuantuan wasn’t reacting, she took a turn, continuing onward.

Jiang Che didn’t know the way, so she planned to wander and delay reaching their goal.

All the while, she kept thinking about how to survive, but her mind was blank. Maybe with time, a plan would come.

After leaving Jiang Che and the others, Wang Bing had been running madly.

He didn’t stop until he reached an abandoned, ruined building and hid inside.

After setting spider silk traps around himself for warning, he collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Now he had two options: go back and try to trick the Spider Evil Spirit with sweet talk, or try deceiving some other evil spirit.

He couldn’t be sure about the others, nor the Spider Evil Spirit.

He felt a bit choked up—even though he had a plan, he still hesitated to take action.

"Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Wang Bing was pondering with his eyes closed. He wasn’t worried about safety—all around was spider silk for warning. If anyone approached, he could spring to action immediately.

That’s why he wanted to keep this skill, to survive and escape from Dungeon No. 9.

If he got out, he could use this skill to snowball, getting stronger and stronger.

As long as he survived, he had output!

But a sudden voice above startled him—he was all too familiar with it!

He’d spent all night tortured by this Little Demon’s voice!

But why was the Little Demon here?

In the next second, Wang Bing felt his heart seized by a hand, squeezing ever tighter.

"What are you thinking, uncle? Plotting how to deal with my daddy?"

He looked toward the voice—Tuantuan hovered not far in front of him, surrounded by countless shadowy children leaping and frolicking at her side.

He couldn’t move. Looking down, he saw countless shadowy child-like figures clinging to him, like living bone tumors, tightly wrapping him up.