My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Does Daddy Want to Be Connected Heart-to-Heart with Tuantuan?

Tuantuan’s figure disappeared into the distance, and the audience switched the view back to Jiang Che’s livestream.

At this moment, Jiang Che had somehow found an old, battered parasol, holding it over his head to shield himself from the blazing sun.

The morning light was harsh—the sun had been baking the earth since it rose.

Ya kept wiping sweat from her brow, and Jiang Che’s face was also dotted with fine beads of sweat.

She didn’t understand it: nights in the dungeon were so cold and damp, so why did the sunrise bring such suffocating heat? Mornings were supposed to be the coolest, yet now everything felt irritable, burning.

Ya wiped her sweat again, thinking: the temperature swings were so extreme, but none of the dungeon guides ever mentioned this!

She secretly glanced at Tuantuan curled up in Jiang Che’s arms. Tuantuan was still sleeping when they found a parasol on the ground—dusty, smeared with bloodstains, but none of it affected its ability to block the sun.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Jiang Che. There was only one umbrella on this whole damn journey, and Jiang Che used it to shade Tuantuan.

She really wanted to complain—Tuantuan didn’t have a single bead of sweat on her forehead. She’s an evil spirit, does she really need a parasol?

But she didn’t say that in front of Jiang Che. The moment he grabbed the umbrella, he didn’t ask—just went straight ahead and held it over Tuantuan.

Jiang Che did it as if it was the most natural thing in the world, taking the umbrella and shading Tuantuan.

You really can’t blame the dungeon guides for not mentioning temperature shifts. For survivors inside the dungeon, the main goal is staying alive: surviving the evil spirits, finding the exit, making it out. That’s all that matters.

The dungeon lasts three days, and each day’s temperature gets more extreme than the last.

But survivors shouldn’t focus on that. Even those who escaped don’t see it as anything important.

Isn’t survival what actually matters?

Even if you’re roasting or freezing, what can you do about it?

If the viewers can’t see the survivor shivering or parched in the video, mentioning it is pointless.

Just as Ya was quietly grumbling, she suddenly felt someone’s gaze locked hard on her.

She looked up—and instantly saw Tuantuan clinging to Jiang Che’s shoulder, staring at her intently.

"Daddy, where are we going?" She scanned the surroundings, and Ya felt a chill rush over her.

"Auntie Ya is taking us to find your mom. She said we’re almost there." Jiang Che had zero sense of direction, didn’t know the destination; Ya had been calling all the shots about which way to go.

"Auntie Ya, are we lost?" Tuantuan stared at Ya. No one knew the way, but could she not?

If they wanted the exit, then they were definitely off course now.

"Huh?! We’re lost?!" Ya was startled—she’d been intentionally taking detours to stall time, but the second Tuantuan opened her eyes, she saw straight through her!

Was Tuantuan pretending to sleep earlier, pointing out the wrong direction deliberately to mess with her?

Tuantuan’s sweet grin was oddly cold. She only felt the direction was a bit off, so she mentioned it casually.

After all, humans don’t understand the dungeon’s layout; getting lost is normal.

But the moment she brought it up, Ya’s mood changed, confirming she was doing it on purpose.

"That’s right, isn’t this the direction you wanted?" Tuantuan pointed to the place Ya had chosen as their destination earlier.

Weren’t these humans trying to get to the exit?

As an evil spirit, she didn’t know humans hadn’t found Dungeon 9’s exit yet; she only knew humans always tried anything to escape toward the exit.

Seeing the direction Tuantuan pointed, Ya’s face went pale. She’d just looked from the high-rise, deliberately avoiding that spot.

Now that Tuantuan singled it out, a cold sweat broke out on her back.

That place was way too strange: Dungeon 9 was full of eerie, terrifying environments—but only there, it was calm and peaceful, like a tranquil oasis in a horror world.

Is there truly a safe place in the dungeon?

Her answer: No.

If there is, it’s just an illusion.

An extremely dangerous illusion.

"You know the way?" Jiang Che gazed at his daughter in delight, not expecting Tuantuan could actually point directions. Seeing Ya’s expression, he knew Tuantuan was right.

"Yeah. Maybe it’s just some psychic connection between mother and child. I feel like mom is that way." Tuantuan squinted and smiled, seeming innocent and cute.

She acted a little sweet, sending goodwill to a mom she didn’t even really know.

Ya let out an awkward laugh, "Yes, yes, that way—I was just going the wrong way."

"Never thought Tuantuan could find the way at her age. In this weird dungeon, no less. You’re really something." Her compliment sounded genuine, but she was really saying the girl was abnormal.

She could tell Jiang Che, complete idiot, had no clue the child in his arms was actually an evil spirit.

He really believed this seemingly innocent girl was his daughter?

Thinking how Wang Bing had just left, and Tuantuan immediately went to sleep.

Ya shivered involuntarily, freezing in her tracks.

Wang Bing... was he still alive?

"Yeah, must be that mother-child psychic bond!" Jiang Che sounded a little sour when he said it, envying the wordless connection between Tuantuan and her mom.

Sour it wasn’t happening for him. If he and his daughter shared a psychic bond, he wouldn’t worry about losing her.

No matter where she was, he’d always feel her presence.

Tuantuan lay on Jiang Che’s shoulder, feeling the emotions pouring out from this frail body. This was a rare comfort: no fear, no anger, not even a trace of hatred—just endless love, guilt, and a little jealousy.

She tilted her head, thinking it over for ages, but couldn’t figure out where that jealous feeling came from.

"If only I could have a psychic connection with Tuantuan too." Jiang Che muttered softly.

Tuantuan was stunned—her so-called psychic connection was totally made up. She just knew which direction the exit was.

Hearing Jiang Che’s emotional response to her words, her eyes crinkled, and she hugged him even tighter.

Tuantuan was a rare spirit body evil spirit in the dungeon. She could condense a physical form at will, or project her consciousness onto other spirits.

The corpses buried under the cemetery were all fuel—nutrients from countless spirit bodies she’d gathered.

When Wang Bing left, she arranged for spirit bodies to follow him in secret until he moved beyond her sensing range—then projected her awareness there.

That’s also how she quickly moved between both sides.

"Daddy wants to be connected heart-to-heart with Tuantuan?" Tuantuan tapped her finger between his brows.

"Of course. I’m just scared I’ll lose Tuantuan again."

As Jiang Che spoke, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

[Skill acquired: Mind Reading]

[You can link to one target, sense their location, consciousness, and thoughts. Only one can be linked at a time.]