Chapter92

The people at the hospital labeled them all with one term: mentally ill.
Jiang Che didn't think any of them were sick; it must be that people just didn't understand them.
Just like before, he believed he had a family, but everyone told him he didn't.
Now, hasn't reality proven that he really does have family?
Now, in this dungeon, he really had seen lots of strange, strange people. He never mentioned it to Ya, for fear they'd end up suffering again, just like in the hospital.
If those hospital people saw their strangeness, they would surely find a way to capture them all, using so-called "treatments" to torment them.
"That's our friend, Wang Bing. He was with us before, but got injured and went off to recover." Jiang Che introduced Wang Bing to Tuantuan.
Tuantuan watched as Wang Bing and Ya grew closer. Only then did she realize why this evil spirit hadn't consumed the fear lingering in the air.
Because the person before her…was a human!
The two of them quickly approached. Ya was motionless, hiding in a corner. She could sense a thin layer of spider silk clinging to her body; now she felt just like prey trapped in a web—no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't escape.
And across from her, Wang Bing, who had once been well-built, was now shriveled and emaciated, his skinny body like a piece of dried jerky, and slight movement of his chest showed he was still alive.
White spider silk covered his body, draping across him and wrapping up more than half his form.
If previously Wang Bing's eyes had been full of confidence and disdain, now they were only filled with viciousness.
Wang Bing always thought he'd be the one to survive to the end. Even if he couldn't escape the dungeon, at least he wouldn't die before the two useless burdens in the group.
He never imagined, not even a second before Zhao Qi pulled the trigger, that he would die not at the hands of an evil spirit, but betrayed by a fellow human.