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

Chapter 61 It turns out, I owe you a wedding.

"If we go to the capital, will they provide meals?"

Lin Che's question, like a wisp of weightless smoke, drifted through the blood-scented hall.

But for the two visitors from the capital in the corner, this wisp of smoke was even more devastating than the earth-shattering flying sword they had just seen.

A bead of cold sweat slid down the envoy's temple and dripped onto the ground, spreading into a small dark patch.

The tough young man behind him had his body taut like iron, and his knuckles were white from gripping the weapon at his waist.

Meals provided?

Their brains were no longer able to process the absurd scene before them.

A living, breathing being, seemingly an "immortal," was right in front of them, his limbs crushed, reduced to a writhing mass of rotten flesh.

The man who started all of this, named Lin Che, after doing all this, the first thing he cared about was eating.

This is no longer just being reckless.

This is utterly and completely disregarding them, the capital, and so-called secular power.

"Control it! Control it!"

The special envoy practically rushed to speak, his voice trembling slightly from extreme tension.

He bowed deeply to Lin Che once again at a ninety-degree angle, his posture so humble it was almost groveling.

"Mr. Lin, as long as you're willing to go, not only will we provide meals, but we'll get you whatever you want to eat! Dragon meat from heaven, tiger penis from earth—if you just ask, we'll make it happen even if it means tearing a hole in the sky!"

He dared not mention "unparalleled national hero" again, nor dared to speak of "the highest treatment".

In the face of absolute power, all honors and promises seem pale and laughable.

All he wants now is to survive.

Lin Che looked at him without saying anything.

The white-robed youth, sprawled on the ground, seemed to see a glimmer of hope in Lin Che's silence. Struggling, he screamed with his last remaining strength, "Save me—I am from the Xu family of Kunlun! Save me—my Xu family will reward you handsomely!"

The envoy's body trembled again.

The Xu family of Kunlun!

That name exists only in the highest archives!

He dared not turn around, much less answer.

Save? How can we save them?

Would you trade your life for a cripple?

"My husband."

Su Hongyi's voice rang out behind Lin Che.

She peeked out from behind Lin Che, pointed to the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, her eyes clear, like a child asking her parents for candy.

"Can I eat my snack now?"

Lin Che turned his head to look at her.

"Go."

His voice returned to its usual gentle tone.

"Thank you, my husband!"

Su Hongyi cheered and transformed into a red shadow, instantly appearing in front of the white-robed youth.

"No! You can't kill me! I'm an immortal! I am—"

The white-robed youth's terrified scream abruptly stopped.

A pale hand covered his mouth.

With her other hand, she grabbed his ankle.

Under the horrified gazes of the special envoy and the young man, Su Hongyi dragged the still struggling "immortal" like a dead dog into the shadows deep within the villa.

"Ah ...

Several muffled screams, forcibly suppressed, echoed from the shadows.

Then, there was the teeth-grinding "crunch" sound of bones being chewed.

The sound was very soft.

But this froze the blood of the two remaining living people in the hall.

The sound disappeared quickly.

Everything fell silent.

Su Hongyi's figure reappeared beside Lin Che, as if nothing had happened.

A barely perceptible rosy blush clung to her small lips, and her face was flushed with satisfaction.

"My lord, it tastes good." She licked her lips as if savoring the memory.

Before Lin Che could speak, an overwhelming sense of weakness suddenly washed over him.

The aftereffects of "borrowing power from the Ghost Emperor" have arrived.

The borrowed power, like the receding tide, was rapidly drained from his body.

Instead, he felt excruciating pain that seemed to tear him to pieces.

Every meridian, every inch of bone, is wailing in agony.

Lin Che groaned, his body swayed, and his face turned deathly pale.

"My husband!"

Su Hongyi immediately noticed his unusual behavior and quickly supported him. The satisfaction and happiness in her eyes were instantly replaced by deep heartache and worry.

Her small hand was placed on Lin Che's forehead, icy cold, yet carrying a hint of anxiety.

"What happened to you? Did that guy hurt you? I'll go dig him out and kill him again!"

"It's none of his business."

Lin Che leaned against Su Hongyi's chest and gave a wry smile.

Showing off comes at a price.

"It's—my own problem."

He felt his consciousness rapidly sinking, and the scenery before him began to spin and become blurry.

"First—help me—back to my room—"

After saying the last few words, Lin Che's eyelids could no longer stay open, and he completely fell into darkness.

In the darkness, consciousness rises and falls.

Lin Che felt like a feather, drifting in the endless void.

The intense physical pain disappeared, replaced by a deep weariness of the soul.

I don't know how much time has passed.

A ray of light appeared at the end of the darkness.

He drifted uncontrollably toward that ray of light.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

Ultimately, it completely engulfed him.

The scene before me became clear.

It was no longer that gloomy and luxurious red mansion.

Instead, it was an antique-style study.

Outside the window, the rain pattered softly, the raindrops pattering against the banana leaves.

On the desk, an oil lamp, with a tiny flame, burned quietly.

He sat at his desk, wearing a faded blue scholar's robe.

he?

Lin Che was taken aback.

He can "see", "hear", and "think", but he cannot control his body.

He was like a passerby, residing in this body and observing everything.

"Hisself," that is, the young scholar, was holding a brush and writing something on a yellowed scroll.

He wrote very slowly and very carefully.

"fool."

A clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale singing in a valley, came from outside the window.

The scholar paused, his hand holding the pen still, and looked up.

Lin Che's perspective also shifted upwards.

The window had been pushed open a crack at some point.

A stunningly beautiful face appeared outside the window.

That face bore a striking resemblance to Su Hongyi's, but lacked her eerie coldness; instead, it possessed a youthful charm and liveliness.

She was also dressed in red, like a dancing flame, illuminating the dull rainy night.

"You're copying these lousy books again, don't you get tired of it?"

The woman in red leaned against the windowsill, her cheeks puffed out, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

The scholar looked at her with a helpless yet doting smile on his face.

"This is homework assigned by the teacher. If you don't finish copying it, you'll get a beating on your palm tomorrow."

"It's okay to hurt, I'll blow on it and it won't hurt anymore."

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As she spoke, the woman magically produced a package wrapped in oil paper from her bosom.

"Here, freshly baked osmanthus cake, brought for you."

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