My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: So Fun! Love to Play!

Jiang Che heard the voice, and his hurried footsteps instantly came to a halt.

He whipped his head around to look behind him, only to see a young girl with one hand pressed to the wall, a pair of gray eyes gazing at him with pitiful helplessness.

Her clothes were snagged and torn, as if she’d barely survived an escape from disaster.

"You..." Jiang Che’s mind was a blur, the black shadow in his thoughts beginning to overlap with the figure before him.

The girl lowered her eyes but stole glances at Jiang Che from the corner of her vision—she always thought the father-daughter dynamic between humans and evil spirits was interesting.

She could sense it clearly: that evil spirit had deceived this human, tricked him into believing she was his daughter.

This human was a little deranged too, believing even that, and desperately trying to rescue her.

So amusing! So fun!

If someone else could play his daughter, couldn’t she play the role of his wife?

Putting away the Crystal Ball, she transformed into human clothing, then hid behind Jiang Che and called out to him.

"Husband, Ning finally found you." Jiang Che felt as if his heart had been struck with a sledgehammer. With another call, the black shadow in his mind completely became the image of the girl before him.

At that moment, a trace of satisfaction began to rise in Jiang Che’s heart.

In his mind, the images of father, daughter, wife, and child were all in place at last.

Jiang Che looked at Ning, travel-worn and weary, heart aching so much it nearly overflowed; he dashed to her side and hoisted her onto his back. "I’ll take you to find our daughter. Our family can finally be together."

Ning had never been this close to a man before, especially a human.

Initially, when Jiang Che dared to come forward, she’d intended to kill him immediately as punishment for his insolence, but what lingered in the air was not any hint of malice, only a gentle fragrance.

This entire area was her domain. Ever since the strange Dungeon descended, she’d started to come into contact with humans, and with human society.

That was when she realized the human world was utterly different from theirs. No blood, no ashen ruins, no severed limbs scattered everywhere, and no suffocating fear hanging in the air.

In the human world, everything was fresh and clean, the air laced with the scent of grass and trees.

The emotional flavor in the air was more diverse, too; there were plenty of negative ones, but also so many things she’d never felt before. These emotions didn’t help an evil spirit’s growth at all, and yet she deeply enjoyed this feeling of...

Warmth.

It took her a long time to come up with that word, and when it popped into her head she’d startled herself.

To an evil spirit, that word was far too alien.

But that trace of "warmth" was the first to invade her senses. In her brief distraction, Jiang Che had already lifted her onto his back.

The human beneath her hands felt soft and alive; her fingertips sensed that warm skin, the yielding flesh of a living body.

Jiang Che was utterly exhausted—one whole day and night without sleep. Though his mind was not yet dulled by fatigue, his body felt heavy as lead.

The person on his back was light as air—just like Tuantuan, it was as if there were no weight at all.

His eyes stung, his mouth too bitter to speak. Thinking of his wife and daughter’s frailty, waves of guilt surged within him.

This was all his fault. If only he’d found them sooner, would they still have suffered so much?

"It’s all my fault, I made you suffer." Jiang Che pushed onward toward his goal, eyes burning, the corners damp—cool wind brushing past, scattering the mist of tears.

It felt to him as if his eyelashes were soaked, sticking together, making everything blur before his eyes.

Ding Ning leaned against Jiang Che’s back, tilting her head in doubt as she looked at him.

This human...

Is feeling guilt? Regret?

At this moment, Tuantuan was still trapped in the labyrinth inside the music box, never taking her eyes off the bloody trail left by Ya as she crawled.

Before Daddy gets here, she must properly torment this Ya.

This was the price Ya had to pay for deceiving them.

But soon, she noticed something wrong.

She could feel Jiang Che’s presence moving farther and farther away from her, even though Jiang Che was supposedly headed straight in her direction.

What’s going on?

She switched perspectives over to Jiang Che’s side to see what the problem was,

and at the very instant she switched, Tuantuan suddenly sat bolt upright.

Jiang Che was indeed moving straight towards her, but the path beneath him was silently shifting, rearranging itself. Though it seemed like he advanced, he was only moving further and further away; his surroundings reshaped with every step.

"Wife, these past two days I’ve been so happy, finding you and our daughter." Jiang Che pressed his lips together, his eyes crinkling faintly.

Tuantuan had only just switched her perspective when she heard these words.

She froze, a sense of emptiness swelling within. Dad had found Mom—then Mom must know she’s not really her daughter...

For a moment, she didn’t know if she ought to seek out Jiang Che again.

She could see that Jiang Che had never truly seen his daughter. It had always been people like Ya who kept deceiving him, always luring him with the excuse of wife and child, using him for their own ends.

Tuantuan snorted coldly and turned away. She wasn’t clinging to that fleeting warmth. She was an evil spirit, after all—so what if she tricked an interesting little prey?

In a moment, she would still have to find a way to let this prey and his wife and family escape,

I, Tuantuan! Just love this kind of cat-and-mouse game!

Tuantuan fell silent, feeling the music box’s binding gradually weaken. She stepped out of the labyrinth’s confines and headed toward the trail of Ya’s blood.

"Well, it’s only been a few minutes—where’d you go?"

"Where are you hiding? I can’t find you."

"Did you really hide so well?"

Following the trail of blood, Tuantuan walked toward her quarry, but continued calling out, as if she was genuinely searching and couldn’t find anyone.

Ya stared at the pool of her own blood, the voice of the Little Demon boring into her head, torturing her mind.

Terror and despair kept rising, churning in her heart.

How could an evil spirit possibly not find her!

This evil thing was only trying to torment her!

Hearing the footsteps growing ever closer, circling around her, Ya still clung to a sliver of hope despite the certainty of doom.

She hid in a corner, cautiously poking her head out to see where those footsteps had drifted nearby.

"Auntie, what are you looking for?" No sooner had Ya stuck her head out than she felt fingers poke her shoulder from behind, a sweet, innocent voice piping up from behind her.

A chill ran down her spine, but she dared not look back.

Frightened, Ya tried to prop herself up from the ground, only to feel a hollow where her arm should have been—her body collapsed directly to the floor.

She looked up in terror at Tuantuan, who stood nearby—holding her arm in her hand.

Fingers drained of color curled into a claw. It was with her own severed arm that Tuantuan had just poked her back.

Two images flashed sharply through Ya’s mind—one, of being trapped in an illusion, panic-stricken as she listened to the footsteps drawing near.

So the freeze earlier—that was just hallucination.

Instead, it was at that very moment Tuantuan had torn her arm off, right then.