My human identity was exposed by my evil wife

Xiong Jie stood behind Jiang Che and shook his head at him.

Feihu also sighed. Although she didn't agree with Jiang Che imprisoning Long Yun here to guard the door, it had already happened and there was absolutely no possibility of regret.

Humans are such strange animals. If you let this person go after he suffers here, he will not be grateful to you, but will remember all the insults and hatred he has suffered here.

Especially now that the weirdness has come and the order of human society is almost broken.

Letting people go is absolutely not the right thing to do.

"Jiang Che, can we chat privately?" Leng Feng looked at Jiang Che and pointed to the mental hospital next to him. "If possible, we can find a quiet place. I have something to confirm with you."

"If you let people go, there is no need to persuade them anymore." Jiang Che looked at Leng Feng seriously, "I will not let anyone go, whether it is the one who is breaking through the level in the copy or him."

He pointed to Long Yun squatting at the door. The "he" in the words was referring to Long Yun.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that my family will be sad because of this." He looked at the forest outside while speaking. The evil spirit lord was frantically trying to clear the dark forest in the passage.

Soon, he would be able to meet his family.

"So, in order to live and not die, I won't do anything extra that will put myself in danger." Jiang Che rejected Leng Feng's request without hesitation.

On the map in front of him, the people who were breaking through the level were roaring angrily.

Curses against Jiang Che also continued to come from the copy, mixed with the last and most desperate hatred of life.

"Besides this matter, do you have anything else to say to me?"

"If not, I hope everyone can go back and create the copy as soon as possible. There is not much time left for you." Jiang Che stared at Leng Feng's eyes and warned seriously.

"We don't have much time left?" Leng Feng frowned. "If you are worried about the Dark Forest's rampage, we have already taken corresponding measures before coming here."

"Those places that have not taken measures, even if they are invaded by the Dark Forest, it doesn't matter."

He looked back at Long Yun, whose eyes became dimmer at the door. When the little red dot representing the challenger on the dungeon map disappeared instantly, he no longer looked at himself, but shrank in the corner without saying a word.

Seeing this scene, he no longer persuaded Jiang Che to let him go.

Things have already happened. Although he doesn't want to see humans lose masters, he doesn't want to lose more based on the facts that have already happened.

"I have something more important to tell you." Long Yun thought of this and was ready to tell Jiang Che that he was controlled by the Dark Star.

If Jiang Che was controlled by the evil spirit, he would know his situation sooner or later.

If Jiang Che was not controlled by the evil spirit...

Leng Feng glanced at the crowd watching the excitement around him. If Jiang Che was not controlled by the evil spirit.

Then his current rank and realm are both gifted, then he must be the genius who can save mankind.

Jiang Che looked in the direction of Ren Fengxiang, at this time his copy had just been created.

He opened his eyes and saw the pottery jars all over the floor, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Those dim eyes were mixed with many complex emotions. He looked at Jiang Che, "Let's talk to him, I'll study my copy."

He said and walked into the single-family building outside the Hongzhu Mental Hospital.

In the entire copy, only this small building was generated by his consciousness.

Jiang Che nodded, and he waved his hand, and a ward immediately rose between the two of them.

After checking the situation here, Leng Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Many people tried to eavesdrop on the sounds in the room before, but they didn't get any news.

"Jiang Che..."

Leng Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of complex emotions, "Have you been controlled by the evil spirit since you grew up?"

"Are you a pawn of the evil spirit?"

Jiang Che didn't expect him to ask such a question, and his eyes were stern.

Seeing his vigilant eyes, Leng Feng spread his hands helplessly, "I have no ill intentions, this is also what I want to talk to you about privately."

"Whether you are a pawn controlled by the evil spirit or not, I want to tell you that I am."

As he spoke, he walked to the bedside and lay directly on the bed.

He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, and this was the first time he told his secret to an outsider.

The dim incandescent light was not dazzling at all, but his eyes and consciousness began to blur.

This blur was not the effect of the dungeon skill, but his natural relaxation of his emotions.

"You heard it right, me, Leng Feng."

"The strongest man in their mouth is a pawn of the evil spirit."

There will be a little later in two chapters,

202. Chapter 202 Clean

202.

Pawn of the evil spirit.

Leng Feng's mouth rose with a self-deprecating arc. After saying this, he completely gave up and lay on the bed with his legs spread out.

The bed board behind him was very hard, very different from the mattress he had slept on before. It can be said that he had not slept on such a hard bed for a long time.

In Jiang Che's ward, the sheets evolved from his spiritual power were also very hard, but he felt that this hard curve was very comfortable.

No rights, no responsibilities.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness began to blur. He fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

He suddenly opened his eyes again after just closing his eyes for a moment.

Leng Feng sat up suddenly from the bed. He touched his forehead and felt the wetness on his fingertips.

The cold sweat had soaked the clothes on his back.

He was horrified that he could fall asleep so easily in a strange place.

Jiang Che was still beside him, and he didn't seem to notice that he had just fallen asleep.

Leng Feng could feel that it was not the hallucination of the copy that caused him to fall asleep for a few seconds.

Instead, he relaxed naturally when he told his secret.

This feeling was like falling asleep with one eye closed during high school class. Although he slept with fear and woke up in an instant, this short nap of a few minutes was sweeter than all the sleep.

Yes, he was a chess piece.

So when he told Jiang Che, who was also a chess piece, about this matter, he had no psychological burden.

He propped himself up and sat on the bed, and took out a box of slightly shriveled cigarettes from his pocket.

There was still one cigarette in the box, and he snapped his fingers and the cigarette butt began to emit a faint flame.

He hadn't relaxed like this for a long time.

He had just taken a puff of smoke, and before he exhaled, he saw Jiang Che looking at him with a puzzled look.

"What is a chess piece?"

Jiang Che frowned and thought about this word. He had heard of this word, but now he didn't quite understand the other meanings of this word.

He was not stupid, but many things needed social experience to understand.

He had never heard of this matter, nor had he ever understood these contents.

"Chess piece..." Leng Feng pressed his temple. He remembered Jiang Che's background of mental illness, little written knowledge, and little social experience.

"You know how to play chess, the chess pieces in the hands of chess players are just like you and me. We have our own consciousness, but we can't have our own movements."

"How the chess player controls, we move the same way."

"I am."

"I know, you too... right?" His voice was a little heavy, and his eyes were always fixed on the fire on the cigarette butt, staring intently.

At this point, he took a deep breath, and the cigarette in his hand was instantly reduced.

The gray-white ash was half hanging and had not fallen yet, and Jiang Che's voice came from the side.

"A chess piece of the evil spirit? I'm not one."

Jiang Che answered confidently, making Leng Feng hold back the words that were about to reach his throat.

"It's like this, you must have a connected evil spirit, right?" Leng Feng thought Jiang Che didn't understand what a chess piece meant, just like a mentally ill person never admits that he is a mentally ill person.

They never thought they were sick, and Jiang Che didn't think he was a chess piece now.

He could only guide Jiang Che slowly through his understanding.

Jiang Che nodded, he did have a connected evil spirit.

"They must have given you orders and tasks when you came out this time." Leng Feng was not trying to find out the news, he just wanted to tell Jiang Che that we are together, and he also wanted to tell Jiang Che that he had a way to temporarily escape from the control of the evil spirit.

"Letting everyone create a copy must be a task given to you by the evil spirit."

He took another puff of the cigarette on his fingertips, and the hot cigarette butt was already at the bottom.

"I have a way to temporarily escape from the control of the evil spirit, but it won't last long. I know that creating a copy must be the only way for humans to become stronger, but if there are any traps and loopholes in it, I hope you can tell me."

His eyes became complicated. He knew that the evil spirits would not monitor him all the time. As chess pieces, they were all controlled.

But it's okay to do some small moves occasionally.

The evil spirits don't care if their chess pieces have small moves, because they are confident that they are not afraid of any conspiracy.

Those small moves can't change the overall situation.

So now he can boldly come to ask Jiang Che, but if this matter involves the core key, the moment Jiang Che opens his mouth, the evil spirit will also sense it.

He is telling Jiang Che very clearly that if this matter is very critical, he also has the skills to let him temporarily escape from control.

The time is short, but it is enough to tell everything.

"There is no trap!" Jiang Che looked at him puzzledly, not knowing what he was talking about for a while.

"There is nothing wrong with what I said."

"This is not An Ning's task. It's my own idea to tell you about creating a copy."