Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Those pale passengers who had been turning towards the door all silently turned their heads back the moment the ticket seller in red appeared, and resumed their stiff sitting posture.

They were afraid of the ticket seller.

The fireball that Wang Shao's Flame Demon had just condensed instantly dissipated. Its entire body, composed of flames, shrank, and the color of the flames changed from crimson to a dull orange-yellow.

"Click".

The ticket seller in red stopped in her tracks.

It stood in the central aisle of the carriage, the white mask facing Wang Shao and his Flame Ghost.

"Get out...get out of here!" Wang Shao roared, his voice trembling with fear. He could feel an unprecedented terror emanating from his Flame Ghost.

This fear even surpassed that he felt when facing Su Hongyi before.

The ticket seller in red ignored Wang Shao's shouting.

It raised the hand holding the ticket pliers and slowly spread its five fingers towards the direction of the fire demon.

No action was taken.

There are no energy fluctuations.

But the C-rank Flame Demon let out a silent wail.

The flames on its body, as if grasped by an invisible hand, began to twist and stretch violently.

Flames were drawn out bit by bit from its "body," converging into a line of fire that flowed toward the red-clad ticket seller's palm.

"No! Ah Huo!" Young Master Wang's eyes were bloodshot.

He could feel his connection to his companion ghost being brutally severed. It felt like a piece of his soul was being torn off alive.

The fire demon struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Its body's radiance dimmed at a visible speed.

Less than three seconds.

All the flames were completely extinguished.

Only a wisp of barely perceptible black smoke remained, swirling in the air for a moment before completely dissipating.

A C-rank Flame Demon is gone just like that.

He couldn't even let out a scream.

In the palm of the red-clad ticket seller, a core of flame compressed to its limit floated. It looked at the flame as if examining an interesting toy, and then slowly closed its five fingers.

"puff."

A soft sound.

The core of that flame was crushed, turning into sparks that extinguished between its pale fingers.

After doing all this, it emitted that signature sound again.

"Click".

Wang Shao staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

He opened his mouth, making a hoarse, bellowing sound from his throat.

It’s over.

His companion ghost, his greatest reliance, the symbol of his status and position, just like that... gone?

Was he instantly killed?

An extreme fear, mixed with endless humiliation, overwhelmed his reason. He stared at the figure wearing the white mask, a dark stain rapidly spreading from the crotch of his pants.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

Li Yue had completely lost the ability to think. She slumped against the car door, curled up in a ball, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The entire front of the carriage was deathly silent.

Only Wang Shao's heavy breathing could be heard.

And in the back of the bus.

Lin Che watched all of this with a blank expression.

Su Hongyi's figure solidified beside him. She held up her red umbrella, tilted her head, and was also sizing up the ticket seller in red.

[My lord, this 'thing' seems a bit more solid than the flame from before.]

Su Hongyi's thoughts echoed in Lin Che's mind. Her tone was as if she were evaluating the quality of a product.

Lin Che did not respond.

His gaze fell on the ticket seller in red.

Grade B.

This is definitely a B-level weirdness, or even stronger.

Its power seems to be a kind of deprivation and annihilation.

Just then, the ticket seller who had dealt with the Flame Demon made a move.

"tread."

It took a step, passing Wang Shao who was slumped on the ground, and walked towards Li Yue, who was huddled by the door.

Li Yue's body began to tremble violently.

The ticket seller in red stopped in front of her, lowered her head slightly, as if scrutinizing her.

Then, it stretched out its other hand.

Its voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"Please...show...your ticket."

That hoarse "Please show your ticket" was like a rusty saw, cutting into everyone's nerves.

Li Yue's body was trembling uncontrollably.

ticket?

Where did she get the train ticket?!

This vehicle appeared out of thin air; they got in because it was the mission objective!

"I...I didn't..." Her voice was barely audible, tinged with sobs.

The ticket seller in red tilted her pure white mask slightly, as if to confirm her words.

"Click".

The ticket-checking pliers in its hand made a crisp sound.

The next second, it raised the ticket-checking clamps.

The metal tool, originally used to punch holes in train tickets, opened its jaws under the eerie red light, gleaming with an ominous cold light.

Its target was Li Yue's neck.

Li Yue's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The shadow of death loomed over her. She wanted to scream, to run away, but fear pinned her to the spot, rendering her immobile.

Wang Shao, who was lying on the ground, looked at this scene without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

He, on the contrary, felt a morbid sense of pleasure.

Die.

Die, all of you!

Why is it that only my companion ghost is gone?!

However, just as the ticket-checking clamps were about to touch Li Yue's skin...

"cough."

A soft cough came from the back of the carriage.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the deathly silent carriage, it was as clear as thunder.

The ticket seller in red stopped moving.

Its stiff neck, bit by bit, turned toward the source of the sound.

The white mask was aimed at Lin Che, who was standing in the back row.

Inside the carriage, all the pale-faced passengers, along with him, turned their featureless faces toward Lin Che.

In an instant, Lin Che became the focus of all the strange occurrences.

The pressure on Li Yue suddenly vanished. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The relief of surviving the ordeal hadn't even had time to rise before it was overwhelmed by a deeper fear.

That newcomer... why did he speak up!

Wang Shao was also stunned for a moment, and then the pleasure in his eyes turned into a vicious curse.

idiot!

What an absolute idiot!

At this point, actively attracting the attention of a B-level weirdo is nothing short of suicide.

Perfect, let him see how this pretentious charlatan gets torn to shreds!

The ticket seller in red gave up on Li Yue, who was right in front of her.

Its disproportionately long legs took a step.

"tread."

"tread."

It walked step by step through the central aisle toward Lin Che.

Each step sent a dull thud echoing across the carriage floor.

Its chilling, deathly aura rushed towards Lin Che like a tidal wave.

[Husband, it's coming.] Su Hongyi's thoughts were filled with a hint of eager anticipation.

Lin Che didn't move; he just quietly watched the slender figure getting closer and closer.

He could see that beneath that white mask, the one locked on was himself.

He could also see that there was some kind of dark red, blood-like substance remaining on the ticket clamps.

The ticket seller in red stopped three steps away from Lin Che.

It raised the ticket-checking clamps again.

The hoarse voice rang out once again.

"Please...show...your ticket."