My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: How Can They Sleep So Soundly?

At this moment, the camera split in two; what everyone saw of the survivor outside and Jiang Che locked inside were two completely different states.

The survivors outside were in utter disarray. With the blizzard gone, the snow that had built up on their bodies had melted; the blood stains on their clothes were now mixed with dirt, dark blood blooms spreading unstoppably through the fabric.

Their body heat was baking the damp patches on their clothes.

The cold barely retreated after the snowstorm ended.

Maybe it’d be better to take off those snow-soaked clothes, but no one dared. No one knew when they’d see an exit again, or if they’d be facing another torturous snowfall.

But at least, they could hope these ten minutes would let body warmth drive off a little of the dampness.

The clothes on everyone outside were mismatched and odd—layered in a motley jumble. Some of them were wearing two pairs of pants.

Unlike those still outside,

Jiang Che and Xiong Jie were locked away, one in a cell, the other in a basement.

The environment here was no better—through Xiong Jie’s camera, dried and blackened blood splattered the basement walls, and the corners overflowed with all kinds of bizarre torture devices.

To call them torture devices wasn’t quite right—they looked more like an array of blood-rusted weapons. The blades clotted with ruddy rust, their edges chipped in many places.

These weapons didn’t seem particularly sharp—maybe it took immense force to cut even skin.

Yet that only made the goosebumps rise on the arms of everyone watching the stream.

Injury wasn’t the frightening thing—it was the torture that was truly horrifying.

Xiong Jie’s condition seemed grim. He was sprawled on the ground, his body smeared with sticky blood and filth, making it impossible to tell what was his, and what had come from others.

But it was plain to see with the naked eye—this fat man had gotten a lot thinner lately.

Xiong Jie was the type you’d look at and immediately call chubby—round, soft, fair-skinned, his complexion well cared for. Even as he neared forty, his face was utterly unlined.

But now, after staring at him, the flabby skin under his chin had loosened, his jawline become strikingly clear.

Both his hands and feet were locked in iron chains. Right now he was lying on the ground however he pleased, sleeping hard with his eyes closed.

His faint snores drifted into the live stream; his breathing was steady, as if he had completely forgotten the peril he was in.

Switching back to Jiang Che, the environment there looked a little better. Not a blood-soaked basement, but a cell—it wasn’t clean by any means, with chains on the walls and bloodstains on the floor.

The barred door was locked tight, and Jiang Che, stretched out to sleep on a wooden cot, was still wearing his previous outfit.

The environment was marginally better, but Jiang Che’s situation wasn’t much different from Xiong Jie’s.

Locked-up humans—it didn’t really matter where they were kept. In the end, they were just spare blood and flesh, nothing more.

Jiang Che’s sleeping posture was even more unrestrained than Xiong Jie’s, limbs splayed out wide over the bed—he looked looser, more relaxed.

The only difference was, Jiang Che didn’t snore.

Ding Ning could sense the gaze lingering in the void—the way Xiong Jie described it, the viewers of the stream couldn’t be controlled. Anyone could open a stream centered on any survivor, seeing the perspective they liked best.

And now, as survivors dwindled and people gathered together, she could feel attention starting to focus on Xiong Jie and Jiang Che.

She let out a breath, careful not to show it. Luckily, she’d long since prepared. Everything was already arranged.

Now, with Jiang Che asleep, it was time to get her anti-surveillance tools ready too.

Just thinking about sending Jiang Che away when he woke up... made her shake her head with a bitter smile.

But she knew, clear as day, there was no way she could keep Jiang Che in the dungeon forever.

She’d considered it—she liked Jiang Che. Should she keep him here forever, to be her companion?

Turn him into a specimen, seal his soul in some kind of vessel, or use other methods.

She had the power for it, and could guarantee Jiang Che’s survival, keep him here, in the dungeon.

The drawback was, she’d have to make Jiang Che give up his human body.

The thought flashed by and was erased just as quickly.

She liked this man—not just the person, but the warmth of his body, the beating of his heart, the trembling in his finger when they held hands, the way he panted as he carried her fleeing in his arms.

Without his human body, Jiang Che would no longer be Jiang Che.

Dawn would bring much to do—first, she had to handle this damned live stream.

She still owed Jiang Che some protective gear. Humans were too complicated; she had to make sure nothing hurt Jiang Che after he got back.

Xiong Jie was no worry. That fat man looked guileless, but anyone could see he was a wily one.

The fact that he’d actively told her about the live stream, told Ding Ning—an evil spirit—he feared being observed, told her this worry... meant he would never sell himself out.

And with Jiang Che already asleep, she’d set up his room—a staging, a place made to look terrifying and grotesque.

Just toss Jiang Che in there, and anyone watching would stop questioning his predicament.

In human eyes, the two of them were simply locked up by an evil ghost.

Now that Jiang Che and Xiong Jie were detained, people stopped caring what the ghost wanted with them. They saw only two humans who’d been captured.

Meanwhile, outside, people watched their tightly shut eyelids, seeing the eyeballs beneath rolling furiously back and forth.

For a moment, everyone watching the live stream was silent.

They were...

Dreaming?

The idea leapt up in people’s minds—utter disbelief on every face.

Sure, Jiang Che and Xiong Jie sleeping made sense. Three days without rest left everyone outside barely conscious—so if those two couldn’t hold out, who could blame them for dozing off?

But sleeping was one thing—resting easily and deeply was another matter entirely.

[So... a nightmare, then?]

[Honestly, doesn’t really look like it.]

[Watching those two sleep so soundly, I’m seriously jealous.]

[How can they sleep that well!!!]

[Jiang Che’s always been weird in the dungeon, so fine, he can sleep. But how is Xiong Jie sleeping like that?]

[Maybe because he’s fat—in the dungeon, before the nightmare started, everyone trained their bodies, everyone tried to lose weight, keep their bodies fit. Ever since the horror came, you never see anyone his size.]

[Is it a crime to be fat?]

[No, that’s not the point. What I mean is, being fat proves he cares about himself more than we thought. If he can still sleep well in this situation, he must really not give a damn. I could never be like that.]

[Probably thinks he’s dead anyway—might as well sleep well one last time.]

[Like they say, even a dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water.]

...

The live chat was filled with all kinds of sarcastic commentary.

Were the two of them better off than those stuck outside?

Was it better to die peacefully, or fight for your life one more time?

If it really came down to a choice, most viewers thought surviving outside was the better fate.

No matter the wounds, no matter how broken everyone now felt,

at least out there, they still had one thing Jiang Che lacked: freedom.

And, the hope of escape.