My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Artifacts of the Era

In just a few moments, they had almost emptied the contents of the glass display cases.

Usually, under the display cases, there would be matching boxes.

It took only a few minutes for Jiang Che’s bag to be filled with jewelry cases of all shapes and sizes.

In the vast exhibition hall, there was only the bright lighting and shattered glass cabinets.

The glass shards scattered across the floor reflected the light onto the walls, adding an unexpected layer of ruined beauty.

"Uncle Xiong, isn’t making money like this kind of unsustainable?" Jiang Che looked at the things in his bag, hesitated for a moment, and spoke.

"If possible, I’d still like to have a long-term, stable job."

"Preferably with a higher salary."

After hearing what Jiang Che said, Xiong Jie realized he still didn’t quite grasp the value of real-world goods.

But today he was in a good mood, and with Jiang Che considered half a master to him, he said, "A lot of the jewelry in your hands is limited edition and extremely valuable. Selling them off would be enough for many people to never worry about food and drink again."

Red Pearl Mental Hospital was full of the wealthy. Before the Dungeons appeared, aside from daily exercise, their favorite pastime was showing off and comparing their wealth.

He remembered when he first came to Red Pearl Mental Hospital, seeing so many rich people here, he actually thought his nephew was thinking of him, arranging for him to come to the Celestial Destiny Circle at Red Pearl Mental Hospital.

If he hadn’t survived, he’d have died convinced it was just bad luck, getting caught in an SSS-level Dungeon.

But now, having made it out alive, he realized they’d known in advance a major Dungeon was coming here, and that’s why he was sent here.

In fact, many of the wealthy here were probably tricked into coming as well.

He’d wondered at first why the fees here were so cheap.

Fifty grand a day sounded expensive, but for these people, it was pocket change.

He even signed an agreement before coming to Red Pearl Mental Hospital: if he died, all his assets would go, unconditionally, to the nephew who’d arranged for him to come here.

Now, having survived, heh.

"Are these hard to buy?" Jiang Che looked at the items in his hands.

"Sort of, especially ever since the supernatural descended—so many misers, dying without anyone ever knowing which villa’s safe they’d hidden their fortunes in, or where else they might have stashed it."

"Making money becomes trivial, but buying things becomes the real issue. In the Superpower Era, these beautiful useless things will become rare curiosities you could do without." Xiong Jie didn’t deny the value of those items; from ancient times to the present, they’d always had a market.

When an era is about to end, the value of its relics always soars.

Especially now, with so many dead.

Maybe one person dies, or maybe an entire family is wiped out; the result is that the treasures in survivors’ hands are lost to the world forever.

Along with them vanish the craftsmen who made these beautiful works of art—be they painters or artisans.

Many have disappeared in this bizarre crisis.

"If they’re really that hard to get later, then I won’t sell them," Jiang Che said, pulling his own bag close. He and Xiong Jie each had a bag, and he didn’t reach for Xiong Jie’s share, but simply secured his own.

The reason he earned money was to buy things like this; now that they’re scarce, even needing cash wouldn’t make him sell.

"I’m giving all these to Ning," Jiang Che said seriously.

Xiong Jie froze for a moment when he heard him mention "Ning."

He didn’t know what his master was called, but he had a gut feeling that the "Ning" Jiang Che spoke of was the master.

He looked in Jiang Che’s eyes, and didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he felt like Jiang Che was genuinely thinking of the master—not just calculating that keeping these would benefit him more later on.

It was...like he sincerely believed good things should be kept.

He glanced at the bag in his hand; just a moment ago he’d been thinking, what was the use of an evil spirit grabbing humans’ money? He’d also been fretting over his assets during those three missing days; who knew what kind of state they were in? At least with cash he’d have more bargaining chips.

But looking at Jiang Che now, he immediately shoved his own bag toward him.

"Take these too."

"Uncle Xiong, I can’t. That’s your stuff," Jiang Che hurriedly waved his hands; when they’d been gathering, they’d split things about evenly.

"These are no use to me anyway. I don’t have a wife, and once these get turned into cash, they’re impossible to get back." Xiong Jie realized he was having an epiphany. Before, people always gave him gifts. This was the first time he was giving them away himself.

This shift in roles was almost uncomfortable for him.

"Money’s everywhere, but beautiful art and treasures are becoming impossible to find."

"If you refuse me, you’re not treating me as your uncle. Your parents specifically asked me to look after you," Xiong Jie said, taking a deep breath; the more he spoke, the more enlightened he felt.

Jiang Che wants to make money, but that’s not what I care about!

My main motive for going home isn’t making money at all—it’s revenge, and making use of family resources to collect more life-saving items.

It’s always resources for tools; out there you’re more likely to get fleeced.

Giving them to Jiang Che, I could get a lot of high-quality items in return.

Xiong Jie didn’t think this counted as betraying the Lord. Being a subordinate meant looking after your own interests too—there’s nothing wrong with a little flattery if you earn some benefit in return!

"Then I’ll gladly accept." Jiang Che took the bag from Xiong Jie. "I’ll pay you back in the future with money I earn."

Xiong Jie didn’t say much else, just smiled and nodded.

"Maybe you should bury these somewhere familiar," Xiong Jie suggested, looking around at the vast, empty psychiatric hospital with not a soul in sight.

Jiang Che was intimately familiar with the place; hiding things here was best, since walking around with two bags all the time would be impractical.

They used to be able to lock things in a safe, but in this world, a safe is just one punch to anyone with power.

Better to bury things under a tree than trust a safe now.

"Carrying them around all the time is way too inconvenient."

Jiang Che nodded thoughtfully. He looked out over the empty lawn beyond the building, where tall weeds had grown over the grass. With everyone in the hospital gone to the Dungeons, there was no staff to take care of things anymore.

Carrying both bags, he walked outside. He’d just thought to dig a hole, and right then the ground in front of him caved in, forming a pit.

Xiong Jie arrived, lugging a giant safe, and seeing Jiang Che conjure a deep hole without moving a finger, his eyes filled with envy.

So this is the power of skills?