My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife

Mother looked around, then lowered her quivering voice and asked, "Can he hear what I say?"

The son shook his head, his eyes showing a trace of reverence: "The Lord is a good man. Mom, from now on please don’t say anything bad about the Lord."

He bowed his head and glanced at the spikes beneath his feet. Those spikes were constantly trying to pierce into the flesh of his soles, yet a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he was just like everyone else here, standing upon this land, suffering the pain of the ground’s spikes every moment.

The spikes were like living creatures, desperately trying to take root in their bodies, tearing their skin, and devouring their flesh and blood.

Every step felt like enduring torture in Hell, agonizing beyond words.

He remembered vividly the moment when the spikes pierced his body, blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath his feet.

At the beginning, screams and cries echoed in his ears, as if a curse from this land itself.

He turned to look at his mother beside him. Her face was haggard, her skin so pale it lacked even a trace of color, as though the horrible spikes had drained all the life from her.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if it was the spikes that had drained his mother’s blood, or the prolonged life here without sunlight.

A wave of sorrow welled up in his heart. He gently patted his mother’s hand, trying to comfort her.

Then, he pointed toward the bus behind him, made from Dark Tree timber, and said, "Mom, let’s get on the bus."

Mother tilted her head to look at the bus behind him, and immediately furrowed her brows.

If it were any other time, they would never have come to this boundary zone.

If her son hadn’t called her today, she would’ve stuck to her principle: keep as far away from this place as possible.

The dark, muddy land up ahead seemed capable of swallowing all life, exuding a suffocating scent of rot.

Leng Feng’s territory was already deprived of daylight, but toward the Dark Forest, there was nothing but silence and despair.

The darkness smothered the earth, making it impossible to see the road ahead.

"Mom, it’s okay. Trust me."

The others in their group laughed—"Auntie, your son’s taking you to go enjoy life!"

When they spoke, their eyes were full of barely repressed smiles.

At this stage, no one dared to speak of "enjoying life."

The surrounding onlookers stared in shock at the scene not far away; Leng Feng’s people were methodically maintaining order.

They wore special uniforms and looked solemn; amidst the crowded masses a passage was opened. To proceed, you had to verify your identity with the person in charge.

From time to time, a few weaker people went over to get their faces and ID checked, then queued up to head to the bus.

"Enjoy life?" They too heard what was said up front.

But no one understood—what did "enjoy life" mean?

The onlookers couldn’t help murmuring, puzzled, "Where did this bus come from?"

Someone hesitated for a moment, then answered in a low voice, "I think it came out of Jiang Che’s Dungeon."

At those words, everyone was immediately abuzz.

They stared at the bus, parked on the land of the Dark Forest—just the sight of it sent a chilling aura their way.

From afar, the bus looked crudely built and grim—the Dark Tree’s patterns seemed especially eerie in the dim, murky light.

Everyone knew Jiang Che all too well; ever since the weirdness descended at Red Pearl Mental Hospital, he kept appearing in their view.

People often saw news about Jiang Che online, and every time Jiang Che showed up, he seemed to bring something new.

Especially the method of creating a territory—Jiang Che was the one who spread it.

People coming out of Jiang Che’s territory on the station platform were eagerly meeting their relatives at the entrance. They rushed back and forth as if the spikes beneath their feet didn’t even exist.

Some of these people were familiar to them.

A lot of the crowd had recently been approached by Leng Feng, asking whether they’d be willing to go live in Jiang Che’s territory.

Jiang Che didn’t require many specialists, but there were many in civil engineering, so Leng Feng sought out everyone’s opinions.

After all, going voluntarily versus not was a very different attitude.

Watching them board one by one, someone asked the law enforcement nearby, "After their family members leave with them, do they have to follow the seven-day return rule?"

This was a newly published rule: if you ride the bus to another territory, you must return within seven days.

The officer only glanced up at them coldly, eyes like ice: "No."

Their pick-up and departure happened so quickly there was barely time to react.

Everyone knew, people in other territories were waiting for the bus to make another round. They also wanted their family members to hurry and reunite.

At the same time as they boarded the bus, someone was snapping photos and posting them online, instantly causing a storm.

Right then, discussion on the internet exploded, people from each territory arguing fiercely.

"Wait, bro, this bus can move on the Dark Forest?"

"Then why hasn’t the method for making this bus been published?"

"If the bus can travel through the Dark Forest, why not use this material to build a city there?"—someone else raised doubts.

"Since Jiang Che announced the method for creating a Dungeon, and the bus originated from him, why not publish the manufacturing method for the vehicle too?"

No Lord made a statement, and all kept their direct subordinates from stirring up the online debate.

They were all dissatisfied with the situation.

After all, having a transportation tool that can move freely in these times is extremely important.

Jiang Che only delivered one bus to each territory. The buses had arrived, and at first they were pretty happy, thinking Jiang Che understood the situation.

But after seeing the photos online, they grew restless.

Because the bus dispatched by Jiang Che had 200 seats.

But the ones given to them were only 20-seat buses.

This meant they could only operate on a small scale.

Especially after seeing what kind of tickets Jiang Che was selling, they began to understand his intentions.

Afraid to give them bigger buses, lest they steal his business!

But in truth, they’d completely misread Jiang Che.

The decision to give them 20-seat buses was purely Xiong Jie’s idea.

Xiong Jie’s reasoning was simple: nowadays each Lord stays within their territory; even if errands are needed elsewhere, a 20-seat bus is plenty.

It also prevents the Lords from growing suspicious—like secretly transferring populations or marching armies across borders.

With one bus per 20 people, to launch a battle would require hundreds of trips.

Plus, making multi-seat buses is extremely complex, so he had to prioritize ensuring his own territory’s vehicles run smoothly.