My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

The moon overhead was gradually sinking, while on the other side, the red sun was slowly rising, its orange-red glow steadily dispelling the darkness at the horizon.

Countless survivors, barely hanging on in the shadows, watched the rising sun. There were still two more days and nights like this.

If they couldn’t find the exit in two days, their lives would be trapped here forever.

The moment the dungeon closed, the livestream would pause. No one knew what happened after that, but no one had ever seen anyone survive to the next opening of the same dungeon after it closed.

Daytime was no safer than night—in fact, according to the rules painstakingly summarized by countless people...

The evil spirits that prowled in the day were even stronger.

At night, only the weaker spirits would emerge, scavenging the prey left behind by the stronger hunters of the day.

The spirits out at night used much more brutal methods to grow stronger and absorb more fear.

But during the day, those powerful evil spirits didn’t need anything complex—just a few simple tricks could evoke unprecedented fear in humans.

After all, in human society, daytime is when people feel safest. To humans, light seems to dispel all darkness, and take away all evil.

The chill of daylight is the most bone-deep. Even if the night is safe, it brings its own panic.

The dungeon’s dark night was quickly chased away. A golden stream of sunlight fell on the four of them,

and as the warmth washed over her, Ya couldn’t help but stretch out her arms. The morning sun was hazy, but she looked thoroughly disheveled.

"I never imagined I could stay awake for a whole day and night, and still feel so alert."

What she couldn’t have guessed was that she’d survive a day and a night in Dungeon No.9 unscathed.

Not sleeping, what’s the big deal? Just a little sleepy—so what?

She’d never heard of anyone sleeping in a dungeon—every second the survivors spent was devoted to figuring out the dungeon, to finding an exit.

As for those who brought camping gear or whatever when entering a dungeon, they were all about the mantra "rest well to survive well."

The rich folks in this round of the dungeon, plenty brought that kind of stuff.

Ya’s take on that: if you can’t even keep your life, what’s the point of being picky?

It’s only three days—why waste them sleeping? You’ll have plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead.

Earlier, she’d already returned that weirdly mismatched patient gown she’d been wearing to Jiang Che. All last night, she’d felt that evil spirit girl, Tuantuan, staring at her clothes the whole time.

It was only when she gave Jiang Che back the patient gown that the girl withdrew her gaze.

Ya wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but after she returned the clothing, she could sense a touch of sarcasm in the girl’s eyes.

Wang Bing followed behind them. The sunlight was warm, but he couldn’t get used to it.

Maybe his flesh had withered too much—when the sun hit his skin, it just felt painful, like the light was corroding his body.

He wanted to hide somewhere dark, but since he was with Tuantuan, he didn’t dare suggest leaving the group.

His biggest worry was, if he even tried to leave, Tuantuan would finish him off the moment Jiang Che wasn’t looking.

Wang Bing realized he wasn’t even as useful to the group as Ya was—at least Ya could use info from his wife to trick Jiang Che and protect her own life.

As for last night, when they joked that Tuantuan was so cute and they wanted to make her their goddaughter, Jiang Che’s response was that it was up to Tuantuan herself.

He wouldn’t force his daughter to do anything.

The two of them could only look awkwardly at the evil spirit—but as soon as they looked over, all they got was the girl’s scorn and ridicule.

"Daddy, hold me! Tuantuan doesn’t want any other family, Tuantuan only wants Daddy and Mommy." The innocent Tuantuan stretched out her arms, pitifully asking Jiang Che to pick her up.

Seeing her like that, Jiang Che’s heart ached.

And before he picked her up, she shot Ya and Wang Bing a warning glare, scaring them into silence.

Wang Bing walked behind the group, the burning pain making him restless. As soon as he thought about leaving, he felt a pair of eyes boring into him.

He looked up and saw Tuantuan in Jiang Che’s arms, lying on his shoulder and staring at him intently.

Jiang Che hadn’t let go of Tuantuan all night.

He’d spent the whole night muttering guilt and self-blame, making Wang Bing cringe internally.

In Jiang Che’s own words:

’The child is so light, she must have suffered a lot when I wasn’t there for her.’

’It’s like she’s weightless in my arms. That just proves what a useless father I am.’

’Walking is tiring, I should just keep holding her. She’s not heavy anyway.’

...

After listening to his rambling all night, Wang Bing honestly wanted to laugh. No weight at all? That’s an evil spirit, what weight could it possibly have!?

He felt like Jiang Che was just putting on an act, but the evil spirit really bought into it!

Wang Bing even tried to say similar things himself, to see if he’d get the evil spirit’s attention.

But as soon as he started, he got a chilling glare that shut him up instantly.

"Daddy, looks like Uncle has something to do. He doesn’t want to come with us anymore." Tuantuan, with her arms around Jiang Che’s neck, didn’t even look at Wang Bing. "Maybe later we and Auntie Ya can go find Mommy on our own. If Uncle’s busy, let him do his own thing."

Jiang Che turned around, and sure enough, saw Wang Bing’s uncomfortable expression. He spoke a little apologetically, "Okay, the sun’s up—you must have your own business to take care of."

"Sorry to trouble you, tagging along with us all night." Jiang Che finally remembered this guy had been with them the whole time. "My daughter is afraid of the dark, and it’s not safe at night. Thanks for staying with us."

Earlier, Ya had said Tuantuan was kidnapped. He found Tuantuan later, but never found the culprit.

He figured Ya must have told Wang Bing about it, which is why Wang Bing followed them to protect them all night.

Aside from constantly trying to convince his daughter to accept him as a godfather, Jiang Che had a good impression of this guy.

But...

Jiang Che could understand!

Who wouldn’t like such an adorable child? But she was his little treasure!

Tuantuan, feeling Jiang Che’s genuine gratitude toward Wang Bing, couldn’t help but hug Jiang Che around the neck, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

As for what those two said in the gray haze, she decided she’d never tell Daddy.

Daddy is genuinely kind to everyone—it’s humans who are just too rotten.

Hearing his words, Wang Bing’s expression twisted—his daughter afraid of the dark? Nighttime dangerous? Jiang Che, doesn’t your conscience hurt when you say that?

The scariest thing he’d seen all night was the precious daughter in Jiang Che’s arms!

Nothing is off limits when it comes to keeping an evil spirit happy!

He figured that if he’d had a mouth as sweet as Jiang Che’s when he was in the Spider Evil Spirit’s grasp, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.

"If I leave, make sure you hold your daughter tight. Don’t let her go missing again." Even though Tuantuan had threatened him, he was still planning to get out of here.

He locked eyes with Tuantuan. As long as Jiang Che held onto her and didn’t let her run wild, maybe he’d actually be able to escape.

Wang Bing took two cautious steps back. He didn’t bother asking about Ya—strangers like them weren’t about to risk their lives for each other.

He still had to go back and keep the Spider Evil Spirit happy. And at this point, he could finally say with confidence—

This sweet-talking technique! I’ve really learned it now!