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

Chapter 31 This is a distinguished guest! A friend of the master!

Lin Che picked up the earthenware pot, and without the slightest hesitation, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold liquid slid down my throat.

moment.

A vast and boundless energy exploded within his limbs and bones.

That wasn't warm yang energy, but rather an extreme yin coldness, a pure energy originating from the depths of the soul.

His supreme ghost body, like a dried-up sponge, frantically absorbed this power.

[Ding! Detected that the host has absorbed high-purity soul power. Supreme Ghost Body proficiency +10%!]

[Ding! Ghostly Language skill upgraded, now able to analyze deeper levels of eerie information!]

[Ding! Passive ability unlocked: Yin Affinity (Beginner)!]

Lin Che let out a long breath.

That breath carried a visible black chill.

He felt his body become lighter and stronger.

His perception of the world also underwent a subtle change. He could "see" countless gray-black particles floating in the air, representing death and resentment.

He put down the earthenware pot and looked at the canteen lady behind the window who had a hopeful look on her face.

He spoke again in ghost language: "Not bad, I've decided to be your friend. After I finish my business, I'll bring that handsome ghost for you to meet."

The cafeteria lady's large body trembled with joy.

It picked up the large iron ladle and scooped a full jar into Lin Che's earthenware pot.

Lin Che handed the second can to Su Hongyi.

Su Hongyi sipped the drink slowly, as if savoring some exquisite delicacy, her eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons.

This scene was witnessed by other students in the cafeteria.

Their faces were filled with numbness and confusion.

Some people watched as Lin Che and Su Hongyi drank the "soul soup" that looked extraordinary.

He looked down at his plate again, at the pile of slightly twitching fingers and the foul-smelling eyeballs.

A profound sense of absurdity and disconnect overwhelmed them.

Are we all really in the same place?

Why? Because over there it's a joyful afternoon tea time.

Meanwhile, on their side, they were subjected to hellish torture?

A girl finally mustered up her courage.

She carried her plate of "rice" and walked shakily to Lin Che's side.

"Big Boss!"

Her voice trembled with fear.

"Please, please help us—say something!"

She dared not hope for the soul soup; she only wished that the food on her plate could be replaced with normal food, even just white rice.

Lin Che didn't even glance at her.

He just said something nonsensical to the cafeteria lady.

"Keep an eye on your guests and don't let them disturb my meal."

next second.

The teacher behind the girl, with his half-headed head and one dark eye socket, locked onto her.

A chilling malice enveloped her.

The girl froze, all color draining from her face.

She remembered rule number one: no talking during class.

Although it's lunch break time, the rules in this classroom are clearly interpreted by these bizarre and arbitrary rules.

She dared not utter another word, and carrying her tray, she returned to her seat, dejected, tears streaming silently down her face.

Seeing this, the others completely gave up the idea of ​​asking Lin Che for help.

This man is just like that woman in red.

They are not even from the same world.

After Lin Che finished drinking the second can of Soul Soup, he felt his body's power increase even further.

He stood up, nodded to the cafeteria lady, and said goodbye.

Then, he took Su Hongyi's hand and walked towards the kitchen of the cafeteria amidst the students' awe, fear, and envy.

That place is an unknown area not mentioned in the rules.

Lin Che took Su Hongyi's hand and stepped across the curtain separating the dining hall from the kitchen.

The curtain fell, blocking the gazes of the students behind him, a mixture of fear and envy.

It also separated the two worlds.

A stench of blood and rotting grease, a hundred times stronger than that of the cafeteria lobby, assaulted my senses.

The kitchen space was larger and more chaotic than I had imagined.

On several huge stoves, eerie green flames licked the bottom of the pots, where unknown limbs tumbled.

On the wall hung rows of dripping blood iron hooks, with twisted human figures strung on them.

The ground was slippery and greasy, mixed with black sewage and dark red blood.

"Clang!"

A piercing metallic scraping sound.

A massive, headless figure dressed only in a filthy chef's uniform turned around.

Black blood gushed out like a fountain from the cut on its neck.

In its hand, it dragged a huge cleaver wider than a door panel, with half a pale arm hanging from the blade.

As it turned around, rustling sounds echoed from every corner of the kitchen.

From the dark water tank, a water ghost crawled out, its body covered in filth and its hair long enough to drag on the ground.

Several shriveled, spider-like creatures hung upside down from the ceiling exhaust fan.

Their pairs of eyes, devoid of whites, locked onto Lin Che and Su Hongyi, the two uninvited guests.

The murderous intent froze into ice in the air.

Every eerie creature here exudes an aura no less powerful than that of the Half-Headed Teacher outside.

Su Hongyi paused for a moment.

Her hand holding the red umbrella tightened slightly. The red light on the pattern of the red spider lily on the umbrella's surface flashed and disappeared.

She didn't like these things looking at her husband with that kind of gaze.

Just as she was about to start cleaning the place up.

Lin Che gently squeezed her hand, signaling her to calm down.

"Don't rush, it's not appropriate to fight with your own people."

His voice was very soft.

But then, the cafeteria lady who served Lin Che the soul soup squeezed in with her enormous body.

Seeing the tense scene in the kitchen, for the first time, "anxiety" appeared in its dark eyes.

"roar--!"

It let out an angry, complex roar at the group of eerie creatures.

That wasn't just a simple roar.

In Lin Che's analysis of the "ghost language," that sentence meant: "Are you all blind?! This is an honored guest! A friend of the adults! Hurry up and get things moving!"

The roar subsided.

The entire kitchen was frozen in place, all the strange movements were still.

The headless cook, who was dragging a huge cleaver, dropped the cleaver with a clang, splattering oil everywhere.

The water ghost in the sink quickly shrunk back deep into the water pipe.

The spider, hanging upside down from the ceiling, crawled back to the exhaust fan on all fours, even making the sound of the fan blades turning quieter.

In the blink of an eye, the kitchen, which had been filled with murderous intent just moments before, became completely silent.

The cafeteria lady nodded in satisfaction. She walked up to Lin Che, her massive body slightly bowed, her posture very humble.

Its eyes looked at Lin Che with a questioning gaze.

Lin Che understood its meaning.