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

The blood mist came quickly and went quickly.

Only when the pale sun rises and illuminates Fengmen Village do the surviving villagers dare to peek out from the ancestral hall.

The village hadn't collapsed, but everywhere was a dark red, soaked in blood. The people who were screaming last night had vanished without a trace, leaving only patches of human-shaped black stains on the ground.

A deathly silence enveloped everything.

Lin Guofu's brand-new Tang suit was now wrinkled. He slumped on the ground, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at the ashen faces of the surrounding villagers.

He survived only because he stayed in the center of the ancestral hall all night, the furthest away from the deadly blood mist.

Surviving doesn't mean you're out of danger.

He could feel the venomous gazes piercing his back like needles.

"Village chief...didn't you say that once Lin Che was gone, we'd be at peace?" A man with a broken arm asked in a hoarse voice.

"Peace? My wife is gone! My son is gone! Is this the peace you speak of!"

"Lin Guofu, you owe me my father's life!"

Angry questions rose and fell.

Last night's flattery and relief have turned into a deadly roar overnight.

Lin Guofu was so frightened that he scrambled to hide behind someone.

That person was none other than "Master Zhang".

Master Zhang also looked quite disheveled at the moment, with a large tear in his Taoist robe, his hair in a crooked bun, and several bloodstains on his face.

He pushed aside Lin Guofu, who was blocking his way, and calmly surveyed the crowd before clearing his throat.

"Quiet down! What are you all wailing about?! The dead can't be brought back to life!"

His shout actually intimidated some people.

Lin Guofu, as if grasping at a lifeline, quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, everyone listen to the master! The master will definitely have a solution!"

Master Zhang was very satisfied with Lin Guofu's cooperation. He pinched the few goatees on his chin, looking inscrutable.

"What happened last night was also unexpected by this humble Taoist. The anger of that 'one' far exceeded my expectations. But the problem is not with the ritual."

He then changed the subject, pointing towards the back of the mountain.

"The problem lies with that 'groom'!"

"That kid Lin Che, his birth chart is pure, but he harbors resentment! He entered the coffin with resentment, offending the 'God of Happiness'! It's like we sent over an offering stained with excrement; no wonder the 'God of Happiness' is furious!"

This statement stunned all the villagers.

The resentment towards Lin Guofu instantly found a new outlet.

"Yeah! When that kid was dragged away, his eyes looked like he wanted to eat someone alive!"

"It must be his fault! He couldn't even die peacefully!"

"What a menace!"

Seeing that he had successfully guided public opinion, Master Zhang felt more confident.

"Now, that kid's corpse is tainted by resentment and eerie energy, becoming a source of trouble. If it's not dealt with promptly, it might turn into a zombie, and then that will be a real disaster!"

"We must dig up his grave, drench it with black dog's blood, and nail his skull shut with peach wood nails, so he can never be reincarnated!"

"Only in this way can we completely quell the 'God of Happiness's' anger!"

This proposal was incredibly cruel, yet it rekindled hope in the eyes of the desperate villagers.

They need a target, a target where they can vent their fear and hatred.

They dared not touch Lin Che who was alive, but what were they afraid of about a dead Lin Che, a corpse?

"Let's go! Desecrate his grave!"

"Crush his bones and grind him to ashes!"

Incited by Master Zhang, a group of villagers, their eyes bloodshot, carrying hoes and shovels and several buckets of foul-smelling black liquid, marched in a grand procession toward the back mountain.

Lin Che's grave is just a newly piled mound of earth, without even a tombstone.

The villagers surrounded the earthen grave, their faces contorted with rage.

Master Zhang pulled a wooden sword from his pocket and began to perform a ritualistic dance in front of the grave, chanting incantations.

Finally, he kicked the grave.

"You wicked creature! Surrender to the law!"

He turned around, waved his hand at the villagers, and prepared to give the order to take action.

Just then.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted out of nowhere!

The entire earthen mound was blown open from the inside!

Soil and gravel shot into the sky, mixed with countless bright red wood chips, raining down all around.

The nearest villagers were thrown to the ground by the blast wave, their heads bleeding from being hit by falling rocks, and they screamed in agony.

Dust filled the air.

Everyone was stunned into silence by this sudden turn of events.

Lin Guofu's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the muddy ground, his crotch soaked with sweat.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

A figure slowly emerged in the center of the blasted-open grave.

It's Lin Che.

He was wearing that striking red wedding dress, which was spotless, without a speck of dirt on it.

He stood there quietly, his face pale, his eyes as black as ink, showing no trace of human emotion.

The shadow behind him, in the not-so-strong sunlight, appeared an unnatural pitch black, like a pool of writhing ink.

The temperature dropped across the entire mountain.

"Ah...this is weird!"

A woman let out a heart-wrenching scream, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

"He...he's alive?"

"No! That's not right! Look at his face! No living person looks like that!"

The villagers were in chaos, backing away as if they were watching a demon crawling out of hell.

Master Zhang's face turned deathly pale, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Having spent so many years in the underworld, relying solely on his silver tongue and deceptive tricks, he had never seen anything like this before.

But he cannot back down.

If he retires, his "master" reputation will be ruined, and these angry villagers will tear him apart!

He forcefully suppressed his fear, pointed at Lin Che, and roared with all his might:

"He's turned into a zombie! He really has!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone! This is just the lowest level of zombie! It doesn't even have any consciousness! It's just an empty shell now!"

"Black dog blood! Quick! Splash him with black dog blood! This thing is most afraid of filth!"

His roar gave the terrified villagers a sense of security.

Yes! Black dog blood!

The master said this thing is afraid of black dog blood!

Urged on by Lin Guofu and Master Zhang, several burly men, their hands trembling, picked up the buckets of black dog blood again.

They exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and surrounded Lin Che in the center of the grave.

Lin Che looked at them.

Looking at their faces, a mixture of fear, hatred, and madness.

He remained motionless.

[Ding! Side quest triggered: Establish Authority!]

[Mission Objective: Make those who bullied you taste the purest form of fear.]

[Mission Reward: Fear Points +1000! Unlock New Feature: Fear Shop!]

A cold, automated voice echoed in my mind.

Lin Che's lips twitched upwards uncontrollably.

This expression, when seen by the approaching villagers, sent a chill down their spines.

"No...don't be afraid! He's just trying to scare us! Let's attack together!"

The burly man leading the group mustered his courage, roared, and threw the bucket full of black dog blood at Lin Che's head!