Chapter91

Most evil spirits love to chase their prey while feasting on fear, like one appetizer after another, and only at the end do they enjoy a feast of flesh as dessert, ensuring none of the fear is wasted and allowed to fade away.
Of course, there are also evil spirits that don't feed until the end—those are the truly cruel ones, torturing their prey to enjoy a final, gluttonous meal.
This is Tuantuan's mist. Here, when she doesn't want to be seen, it's hard for other evil spirits to notice her presence.
Jiang Che stayed close, his gaze able to pierce through the swirling fog, seeing farther than before.
He faintly saw that Ya was now with Wang Bing.
Wang Bing?
Jiang Che looked at him in surprise. Last time, Wang Bing was wounded and taken away by someone cosplaying Spider-Man, and now, seeing him return, it seemed his injuries were healed.
But he looked like he'd lost a lot of weight, his whole figure shrunken and withered, for reasons Jiang Che couldn't guess.
During the short time he'd spent with Ya, Jiang Che had encountered all kinds of strange-looking evil spirits in the dungeon, and in the areas he and Ya had passed through, he'd glimpsed some uncanny figures.
Those weird-looking figures only took a quick peek at them from the distance before slipping away again.
He hadn't minded, nor had he told Ya, because their appearance might look just as odd to people like Ya.
If he had told Ya, Ya and her group would likely have rounded them all up, forced them to take medicine, or tied them up.
Back in the mental hospital, he often heard the "patients" around him say things like: I'm a mushroom, I'm the sun, I'm a tiger…
When the staff got impatient, they'd tie the patients up and leave them hungry for a few meals.
Other than his obsession with his family, Jiang Che was able to speak normally most of the time. He'd never been treated like that, but it didn't mean he thought the doctors were right to do it.