Chapter 201: Chapter 201: You Heard Right, I Am an Evil Spirit’s Pawn
Long Yun’s submission was heard by everyone present.
He watched his subordinates struggling through the trials, heard their constant howls within the dungeon, and felt that suffocating sensation squeezing his chest again and again.
"Please, let them go. I’ll do my job and guard the door from now on." He lowered his head, his eyes growing vacant. The "aura" that had been present ever since Jiang Che’s dungeon began was dissipating, little by little.
Leng Feng froze, looking at what Long Yun had become. His heart only tightened with unease.
Seeing Long Yun submit, it was as if he could see humanity’s future—one where humans, like him, were forced to kneel at the feet of evil spirits.
Long Yun had indeed been reckless and impulsive before, showing arrogance to everyone.
As a high-level human, he hadn’t faced a worthy opponent for a very long time.
Even when facing himself, Leng Feng couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to cripple Long Yun’s legs, confuse his mind, and trick him into signing that contract to remain in the dungeon—all in such a short span of time.
The onlookers whispered among themselves, saying Long Yun deserved this fate: if you hear about resurrection, at least think about what traps might be hidden behind it rather than charge in blindly.
He turned to look at Jiang Che, then glanced at Ren Fengxiang, who was still creating a dungeon.
He let out a long, weary sigh.
"Brother, how about we work something out? Let him—and his brothers—go." Leng Feng looked at Jiang Che. "Humanity’s situation is dire now. Every high-tiered human is an incredibly precious asset."
As he spoke, Long Yun immediately lifted his head, hope flickering in his eyes.
Long Yun himself didn’t even know why he’d surrendered so easily, without any resistance left in him.
It felt as if, from the moment his lower legs were crushed and he fell to his knees, both his spirit and will had been utterly broken.
When he heard that Jiang Che could grant resurrection just by writing a name on the dossier, his mind was clouded, all clarity gone.
Thinking of this, Long Yun eyed the dossier in Jiang Che’s hands.
Was the dossier itself inducing mental confusion?
He sighed as the thought struck him.
Now, no matter what the reason, he was imprisoned here.
All he could do was pin his hopes on Leng Feng, praying that Jiang Che might give him some ground for Leng Feng’s sake.
Xiong Jie stood behind Jiang Che and shook his head at him.
Feihu also sighed. Although she didn’t agree with Jiang Che keeping Long Yun locked up as a gatekeeper, what was done was done, and there could be no regrets now.
Humans are strange like that—if you release someone after they’ve suffered at your hands, they’re not grateful; instead, they will remember every insult and humiliation, bearing their hatred forever in their hearts.
Especially now, with the supernatural descending and human society’s order on the verge of collapse.
Letting people go—that is simply unthinkable.
"Jiang Che, can we talk in private?" Leng Feng looked at Jiang Che, gesturing to the nearby mental hospital. "If it’s convenient, can we find somewhere quiet? There’s something I need to confirm with you."
"If you’re going to ask me to let them go, save your breath." Jiang Che looked at Leng Feng seriously. "I won’t let anyone out—no matter if they’re scrambling in the dungeon, or him."
He pointed to Long Yun, hunched at the entrance. The "he" in his words was precisely Long Yun.
"I’m not afraid to die, but I am afraid my family will suffer for it." As he spoke, he gazed out at the forest where the Evil Spirit Lord was still desperately trying to purge the Dark Forest from the tunnels.
Soon, he would be able to see his family again.
"So, to live, to survive, I won’t do anything unnecessary that would put me in danger." Jiang Che refused Leng Feng’s plea without hesitation.
On the map in front of him, those few people still in the trials were raging and howling with fury.
Insults hurled at Jiang Che kept echoing out from the dungeon, laced with the bitterest despair of men about to die.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me, besides this?"
"If not, I hope you’ll all hurry up and set up your dungeons. Time is running out for you." Jiang Che stared into Leng Feng’s eyes, firmly admonishing him.
"Time is running out for us?" Leng Feng frowned. "If you’re worried about the Dark Forest spreading, we took precautions before we came."
"As for the places that didn’t get any protection, it doesn’t matter if the Dark Forest engulfs them."
He glanced back at Long Yun, whose eyes had gone even dimmer. When the small red dots representing challengers disappeared from the dungeon map in an instant, Long Yun stopped looking at him, shrinking into a corner in utter silence.
Seeing this, Leng Feng dropped any further attempt to persuade Jiang Che to release them.
What was done was done. As much as he hated seeing humanity lose talented fighters, there was no sense in causing further loss when the outcome was already decided.
"I have something more important to discuss with you." With this in his mind, Leng Feng decided to tell Jiang Che that he was being controlled by Dark Star.
If Jiang Che was already under the control of an evil spirit, sooner or later he’d find out anyway.
If Jiang Che wasn’t controlled by an evil spirit...
Leng Feng glanced at the gawking crowd. If Jiang Che wasn’t controlled by an evil spirit,
then at his current level and state, with that rare talent—it meant Jiang Che was the genius who could save humanity.
Jiang Che looked toward Ren Fengxiang, who had just finished establishing his dungeon.
Opening his eyes, Ren Fengxiang saw the ground littered with pottery jars, a trace of bewilderment flickering in his gaze.
In those weary, dim eyes there lingered a tangled mix of feelings. He glanced at Jiang Che. "You talk with him. I’ll go study my dungeon."
With that, he walked into the lone building outside the Red Pearl Mental Hospital.
In the entire dungeon, only this building was created by his consciousness.
Jiang Che nodded. With a wave of his hand, a hospital room appeared instantly between the two of them.
After checking the place over, Leng Feng finally let out a long, relieved sigh.
Plenty had tried to eavesdrop on what was said in rooms here, but no one ever got a thing out of it.
"Jiang Che..."
Leng Feng’s eyes flashed with a complicated emotion. "You... after all your growth, are you under the control of an evil spirit?"
"Are you a pawn of the evil spirits?"
Jiang Che hadn’t expected that question. His gaze instantly hardened.
Seeing his alertness, Leng Feng raised his hands in helpless surrender. "I mean no harm. That’s why I wanted to talk privately."
"Regardless of whether you’re under the control of evil spirits, I have to tell you something: I am."
As he spoke, he walked over to the hospital bed and lay down on the board without hesitation.
It had been so long since he’d relaxed like this—this was his first time confessing such a secret to an outsider.
The dull, murky fluorescent light didn’t sting his eyes at all. Yet his mind and vision began to blur.
This trance wasn’t caused by any dungeon skill; it was just him letting his feelings go for once.
"You heard me right. I—Leng Feng,"
"the so-called strongest human in their eyes, am a pawn of the evil spirits."
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