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

Chen Huifang laughed angrily, pointing her finger at Lin Che's nose: "Hey! You dare to challenge me? Who do you think you are! If your parents hadn't died young and left you a house, you'd be starving to death somewhere long ago!"

Her voice was shrill, filled with disgust and contempt for Lin Che.

Lin Che ignored Chen Huifang. He simply turned his head and looked at the empty air around him.

Su Hongyi's red umbrella swayed slightly.

"Honey, there are mice in the house." Lin Che's voice was calm, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Chen Huifang was stunned. She withdrew her hand from pointing at Lin Che and looked suspiciously at the empty space next to him.

"Who...who are you talking to here? You're crazy!" Chen Huifang sneered.

However, she had barely finished speaking.

Suddenly, a "crack" sound came from the ground beneath her feet, as if something had broken.

Chen Huifang staggered and swayed a few times.

She looked down and saw a fine crack in the dark-colored floor tile beneath her feet.

The crack spread rapidly from beneath her feet, quickly engulfing the living room. The television screen went black with a "zzzz" sound.

The neighbors who peeked out were also stunned.

An extremely cold chill instantly emanated from Lin Che and rushed directly towards Chen Huifang.

Chen Huifang shuddered. She instinctively took a step back.

She felt the air suddenly become heavy, and it was difficult to breathe.

In the living room, Lin Xiaoqiang let out a short scream.

Chen Huifang turned her head and saw Lin Xiaoqiang holding his head, curled up on the sofa, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Xiaoqiang, what are you doing?!" Chen Huifang shouted.

Lin Xiaoqiang did not respond. He just trembled, pointed at the air, his mouth open but unable to utter a word.

Upon witnessing this, the neighbors' gossipy expressions vanished, replaced by wariness and unease. They quietly closed the door.

For the first time, fear appeared on Chen Huifang's face.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her throat felt as if it were blocked by something.

Chen Huifang shivered. A chill ran through her, and she instinctively took a step back. She felt the air suddenly become heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

In the living room, Lin Xiaoqiang let out a short scream.

Chen Huifang turned her head and saw Lin Xiaoqiang holding his head, curled up on the sofa. He pointed at the air, his mouth open, but he couldn't speak.

The neighbors who peeked out lost their gossipy expressions, replaced by wariness and unease. They quietly closed the door.

For the first time, fear appeared on Chen Huifang's face.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found that something was blocking her throat.

Lin Che looked at her.

[Ding! Your wife's emotional stability +10! Cleaning "filth".]

[Ding! Your wife has provided you with a trace of pure ghostly energy, increasing your 'Supreme Ghost Body' experience points by 100!]

Lin Che felt a warm current flowing through his body. He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"You...you..." Chen Huifang finally managed to utter a sound. Her eyes looked at Lin Che, then at the direction Lin Xiaoqiang was pointing. There was nothing there. Only the cracks beneath her feet continued to spread.

"Second Aunt, shouldn't you be leaving?" Lin Che put down his teacup, his voice devoid of emotion.

Chen Huifang's eyes widened. She wanted to retort, but then she remembered the strange thing that had just happened. The ground cracked, the TV screen went black, and Lin Xiaoqiang screamed. All of this was related to Lin Che's appearance.

"You jinx!" she screamed, her voice even sharper than before. "What did you bring back! Was it you! Did you get us killed?!"

Lin Che did not respond. He simply watched her quietly. Su Hongyi stood beside him, her red umbrella swaying slightly.

In the living room, Lin Xiaoqiang was still trembling. He covered his face with his hands, his body convulsing, and he was emitting low sobs.

Chen Huifang tried to rush over and grab her son. She had just taken a step when she heard another "crack" from the ground beneath her feet.

This time, it was the wall beside her. A new crack crept up from the corner, extending directly to the living room ceiling. Dust was falling from the ceiling.

"Ah!" Chen Huifang exclaimed. She saw black liquid seeping from a crack in the wall. The liquid twisted and formed a crying face. That face looked exactly like a photograph of her when she was young.

Chen Huifang stumbled backward, bumped into the door frame, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

"Lin Che, you! What have you done to us!" Her voice trembled, choked with sobs.

Lin Che stood by the door; he didn't approach. He simply watched.

"I didn't do anything," Lin Che said. "My wife just said the house needed cleaning."

[Ding! Your wife's mood has increased by 5!]

[Ding! Your wife has started paying attention to the amount of "dust" in the house.]

Chen Huifang couldn't understand Lin Che's words. She only saw Lin Che's calm face.

She scrambled to her feet and staggered toward Lin Xiaoqiang. Lin Xiaoqiang had stopped screaming; he sat blankly on the sofa, his eyes staring straight ahead.

"Xiaoqiang! Xiaoqiang, what's wrong with you!" Chen Huifang shook her son's body.

Lin Xiaoqiang didn't react at all. His eyes reflected the black screen of the living room television.

Suddenly, the TV screen lit up again.

There was no signal on the screen, only static. Within the static, the figure of a woman with disheveled hair slowly crawled out of the screen.

The woman was dressed in a long white dress, her hair obscuring her face. She stretched out her arm, her nails black. She slowly raised her head, her pale eyes peering through her hair at Chen Xiaoqiang.

"A ghost!" Chen Huifang screamed, her voice piercing her eardrums. She saw the female figure on the television screen walking towards them step by step.

Lin Xiaoqiang let out an even more piercing scream than before. He shrank back, curling his body into a ball.

Chen Huifang was so frightened that her legs went weak. She collapsed to the ground, her eyes fixed on the television. The woman's figure had completely crawled out of the screen and was now standing in the center of the living room.

Her body twisted, and her neck made a cracking sound. Her head turned ninety degrees, looking at Chen Huifang.

"You...you..." Chen Huifang opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She just stared at that face, a familiar face, yet terrifying to the extreme. It was her own face, but it had become old, rotten, and blood was flowing from its eyes.

"You deserve to die!" came a voice from the television, emanating from a woman's silhouette. The voice was hoarse, filled with endless resentment.

Chen Huifang was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder. She smelled a strong odor of urine.

She wanted to escape, but her body wouldn't move.

Lin Che stood at the doorway, activating his Ghost Eye.

He saw that the white flames of life force on Chen Huifang and Lin Xiaoqiang were suppressed by a thick layer of black energy. Within the black energy were countless distorted phantoms. These phantoms constantly changed, transforming into their deepest fears.

For Chen Huifang, it was poverty, loss, and retribution.

For Lin Xiaoqiang, it meant being abandoned, facing a monster, and feeling helpless.

"She's going to kill us! She's going to kill us!" Chen Huifang cried hysterically, pointing at Lin Che and then at the empty living room.

Lin Che simply watched.

Su Hongyi's red umbrella spun gently inside the room. An invisible ripple spread from the umbrella's surface.

The furnishings in the living room began to distort. Cracks crawled all over the walls, the floor, and the furniture. More black liquid gushed from the cracks. The liquid gathered, solidified into a human shape, and then twisted and disappeared.

Lin Xiaoqiang convulsed on the sofa, his eyes vacant. He mumbled repeatedly, "Mom... there's a ghost... Mom..."