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

Chapter 70 The Ghost Emperor's Wife's Temple is Too Small to Contain

Quiet.

After a brief silence, whispers gradually began to rise.

"Is this the special admission student? He doesn't look very good."

"I heard they have some connections," someone said, "they got in through the back door."

"Tch, since when did the elite class start accepting people like this?"

"Who's that woman next to him? Wearing red and holding an umbrella in broad daylight, is she crazy?"

Various scrutinizing, disdainful, and mocking gazes pierced Lin Che like knives.

Lin Che stood in front of the podium and casually placed the map in his hand on the lectern.

He glanced at the entire class.

These students were all composed and possessed considerable strength. Some had sharp eyes, while others harbored a suppressed power within them.

They are the chosen ones of this era, humanity's hope in the fight against the bizarre.

They were also a group of arrogant and haughty "geniuses".

"Hello everyone," Lin Che said calmly. "My name is Lin Che, and I'll be a member of this class from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly, buzz-cut man sitting in the front row suddenly stood up.

"Lin Che? Never heard of him." The buzz-cut boy's voice was loud and defiant. "A special admission student, right? You got in through connections?"

As soon as he said that, many people in the class laughed.

"This is the elite class, not a place where just anyone can get in." The buzz-cut boy crossed his arms and leaned forward. "If you have any self-awareness, get out of here. Don't embarrass yourself."

His words were full of contempt.

Lin Che looked at the boy with the buzz cut and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh?" Lin Che said, "You mean I'm not qualified to stay here?"

The boy with the buzz cut gave a cold laugh.

"Whether you're qualified or not isn't just a matter of words." He pointed to a training field at the back of the classroom.

Our elite class values ​​ability above all else.

His eyes flickered as he looked at Su Hongyi beside Lin Che.

"As for the woman next to you—" the buzz-cut boy said with a hint of malice, "This is a school, not a place where just any pretty face can stay. This is the first time I've seen a specially admitted student bring a family member to class."

Laughter erupted again in the classroom.

Su Hongyi's body trembled slightly. She gripped Lin Che's clothes tightly.

Lin Che's gaze fell on the boy with the buzz cut.

He knew that the boy wanted to use him to establish his authority and give him a warning.

But he shouldn't have set his sights on Su Hongyi.

Lin Che took a step forward and stood in front of the boy with the buzz cut.

The short-haired boy was half a head taller and broader than Lin Che. He looked down at Lin Che with disdain in his eyes.

"What? You want to fight?" the buzz-cut guy sneered. "Come on, let me see what this 'connected' guy is really made of."

The energy within his body began to surge. A powerful energy fluctuation spread around him.

Lin Che did not make a move.

He simply reached out and gently patted the short-haired boy on the shoulder.

The force seemed light, but the buzz-cut boy's body stiffened abruptly.

A chilling sensation rushed up his shoulder and instantly into his body.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He felt an irresistible force locking his entire body and suppressing all the energy within him.

His heart skipped a beat for a moment.

"I have no interest in fighting with trash." Lin Che's voice was soft, but every word clearly reached the buzz-cut boy's ears.

The boy with the buzz cut began to tremble. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't muster any strength.

His eyes were filled with fear.

He saw it.

Lin Che's eyes were icy cold.

That wasn't murderous intent, but it was more despairing than any murderous intent.

Lin Che withdrew his hand.

The short-haired boy's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

His body was still trembling uncontrollably. His forehead was covered in cold sweat.

All the laughter and chatter in the classroom abruptly ceased at that moment.

All the students stared blankly at the short-haired boy kneeling on the ground and Lin Che, who stood calmly in front of him.

They felt it.

An invisible sense of oppression filled the entire classroom.

This wasn't a fluctuation of supernatural power; it was more like a kind of—a shock deep within the soul.

Lin Che looked around, his gaze lingering on the faces of each student.

"I'll say it again, my name is Lin Che." His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear him clearly.

"My wife, Su Hongyi, is my teaching assistant."

He took Su Hongyi's hand.

"Anyone who dares to show her any disrespect again—"

Lin Che didn't finish his sentence.

He just smiled.

That smile sent a chill down everyone's spine, straight to the top of their head.

"Now, does anyone still have any questions?" Lin Che asked.

The classroom was deathly silent.

No one spoke anymore.

No one dared to look up at Lin Che and Su Hongyi again.

They all saw it.

The boy with the buzz cut kneeling on the ground was trembling like a leaf, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.

"This is not a matter of connections at all."

This is — a monster.

The previous commotion in the classroom had subsided. All the students sat obediently in their seats, no one daring to whisper anymore. The only sounds in the air, besides breathing, were the occasional, suppressed trembling of the boy with the buzz cut. He was now slumped over his desk, curled up like a frightened little animal.

Lin Che and Su Hongyi found an empty seat and sat down. Su Hongyi sat to Lin Che's left, her red umbrella resting against the corner of the table. Her gaze swept lightly across the classroom, and the students who had just cast disdainful glances at her now consciously avoided her eyes.

The school bell rang.

An elderly professor, dressed in a grey robe and with gray hair, walked in. He held a yellowed book in his hand and wore a kind smile. His name was Professor Chen, and he was the most senior paranormal researcher at the university.

Professor Chen walked up to the podium and glanced around. His gaze paused when he saw Lin Che. Then, he noticed Su Hongyi beside Lin Che. He adjusted his reading glasses but said nothing.

"Students, today is our practical lesson in this skillful trickery." Professor Chen's voice carried a unique sense of vicissitude. He placed the book on the podium.

"The strange phenomenon has occurred, and the human living environment has deteriorated. We study not only to protect ourselves, but also to—explore its essence." Professor Chen walked to the whiteboard and picked up a piece of chalk.

Today, we're going to talk about "possession by a ghost."

These words lightened the previously subdued atmosphere in the classroom. Some students' eyes lit up.

"What comes to mind when you hear the name 'Inviting a Ghost to Possess You'?" Professor Chen asked.

A pretty girl sitting in the front row raised her hand: "Professor, is it about temporarily borrowing the power of a ghost?"

Professor Chen nodded: "That's right. Theoretically, that's how it is. But in practice, it's far more complex. What you're facing isn't a simple borrowing of energy, but a fusion with another being."