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

Chapter 72 A Thousand Ghosts Pay Homage, Forced to Kneel

Professor Chen looked at Lin Che, his face showing more helplessness than disappointment. He coughed lightly, trying to smooth over the awkward situation.

"Alright, since Lin Che isn't available, then forget it." He picked up the chalk, preparing to call on the next person, "Next, anyone else here?"

"Professor, I think we shouldn't make things difficult for him," Li Mingzhe's voice rang out again, laced with undisguised sarcasm. "His wife has a big temper," he said. "We can't afford to mess with someone from a small place like ours. What if we really get his wife to come out and tear down this building? We can't afford that."

Another burst of suppressed laughter filled the classroom.

"Yeah, let's just forget about it. We don't want to scare the special admissions students to tears."

"Haha, they're here to learn, not to risk their lives."

The sounds were like needles.

Lin Che originally didn't intend to lower himself to the level of these kids.

But now, he has changed his mind.

He looked at those gloating faces, then glanced at Su Hongyi beside him, whose phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed with displeasure.

He sighed.

"Professor," Lin Che interrupted Professor Chen.

All eyes turned to them again.

"I didn't want to do this originally," Lin Che said slowly. "After all, my wife has a bad temper, and inviting her out could easily lead to trouble."

To everyone else, his words sounded like he was just being stubborn. Li Mingzhe's smirk curled even more.

"However—" Lin Che changed the subject, "Just because I can't get my wife to come doesn't mean I can't get other things to come."

As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.

Everyone craned their necks, eager to see what treasure he would produce. Was it a more advanced talisman? Or some other unique magical artifact?

However, what Lin Che took out was only a feather.

A seemingly ordinary, even somewhat withered, black feather. The feather was small, and there was no energy fluctuation on it, as if it had fallen from a dead crow.

The laughter in the classroom could no longer be contained.

"Holy crap! A bird feather? What's he trying to do? Get a parrot to possess him?"

"This is hilarious! Is this special admissions program a joke?"

Li Mingzhe laughed so hard he slapped the table: "Lin Che, from which pheasant's butt did you pull this off?"

Is this your trump card?

Professor Chen also frowned. He felt that Lin Che was completely fooling around and challenging the seriousness of the class.

"Lin Che, please—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because, at the very moment Lin Che placed that feather on the podium.

An indescribable aura, centered on that feather, instantly swept through the entire classroom!

It wasn't cold or violent.

It was a fear that came from the deepest part of one's blood.

A supreme pressure from the ancient wilderness, barbaric, domineering, and regarding all things as straw dogs!

All the laughter in the classroom came to an abrupt halt.

The mockery on all the students' faces froze instantly.

"Well----"

A thin boy sitting in the corner let out a painful groan.

A tattoo on his chest suddenly lit up, and a semi-transparent cheetah phantom struggled uncontrollably out of his body.

The C-rank leopard spirit, usually known for its ferocity, now resembled a frightened cat, its fur standing on end and emitting mournful howls. It glanced in terror at the black feathers on the podium, then its limbs went limp, and it collapsed to the ground, its body trembling like a leaf.

The boy's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The loss of control over the contracted spirit had directly caused him to suffer a backlash.

This is just the beginning.

"My mantis! Come out! You come back here!" a girl screamed in terror.

A mantis made of black mist burst forth from her arm, but its sharp, sickle-like arms now hung limply, crashing heavily to the ground and repeatedly kowtowing towards the podium.

"Ah! My ghost child! No!"

"What's going on?! My contract space is about to explode!"

"Help! It's not under my control!"

Screams and wails rose and fell.

The classroom was in complete chaos.

One after another, the students, along with their contracted ghosts—whether D-rank, C-rank, or even B-rank—went mad, breaking free of the contract's constraints in various ways to appear in the classroom.

Some are phantoms, some are solid. Some are humanoid, some are beast-like.

But without exception.

These ghosts, which they usually relied on most, were all facing the same direction—the podium.

They prostrated themselves, knelt, and trembled.

The entire classroom was filled with dozens of ghosts of various shapes and sizes, densely packed together, performing the most humble worship in Lin Che's direction.

The scene was both bizarre and shocking.

It was as if an emperor was on a tour, and all the ghosts came to pay homage!

The "emperor" simply stood there quietly, holding an ordinary black feather in his hand.

Li Mingzhe was stunned.

The color drained from his face at a visible speed, turning it paler than a dead man.

He could feel the C-level demon within him, a ruthless bandit in life and a malevolent spirit after death, now attacking his soul like a madman, trying to break free.

That's not a backlash, but a kind of instinctual submission!

It is going to worship that unimaginable being!

"No—don't come out!" Li Mingzhe's eyes were bloodshot as he desperately suppressed the fierce demon within his body.

He couldn't accept it! He had just used this ferocious ghost to show off in front of Lin Che. Now, it was going to kneel down to Lin Che?

"puff--

—

The consequence of forcibly suppressing it is an even more violent backlash.

Li Mingzhe's body shuddered violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight backward, knocking over tables and chairs.

The black, ghostly phantom finally broke free of its restraints and roared as it charged out.

It didn't attack anyone, but instead rushed to the front of the podium faster than any other ghost, and knelt down with a "thump".

No, it's not kneeling.

He prostrated himself, his entire body pressed against the ground, not daring to lift his head. His massive body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Only heavy breathing and the suppressed whimpers of the ghosts remained.

All the students looked at Lin Che with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

Fear, shock, disbelief.

Professor Chen stood by the podium, his body stiff as a statue.

The chalk in his hand had fallen to the ground and broken into several pieces at some point.

His gaze was fixed on the black feather, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

As a seasoned paranormal researcher, he understood better than these students what this scene truly meant.

This is not a suppression based on hierarchy.

A Class B ghost might instill fear in Class C and Class D ghosts, but it's absolutely impossible for them to lose control and even turn against their master in order to come out and kneel in worship.

This is a crushing defeat on a level of life!

Like an ant encountering a god.

The lingering scent on that feather indicated the status of its owner, which was beyond his comprehension.

That's definitely not something an SSS-level supernatural being could possess.

That's taboo!

It is a legendary being, capable of causing a cataclysmic disaster—an ancient god-level existence!

He actually wants someone who can produce something like this to invite a Class D vengeful spirit to possess him?

Professor Chen felt a burning pain in his face.

Lin Che retracted the feather.

The oppressive aura that sent shivers down one's spine vanished instantly.

Inside the classroom, the kneeling ghosts, as if granted a pardon, turned into black smoke and fled back to their respective contract spaces at top speed.

It felt as if if they were a second late, their souls would be scattered.

The classroom was empty, a mess, and a group of pale-faced, still-shaken "prodigies".

Lin Che picked up the map on the podium and blew away non-existent dust.

He walked over to Su Hongyi and took her hand.

Throughout the entire event, Su Hongyi sat there quietly, as if the grand spectacle of "ten thousand ghosts paying homage" before her was nothing more than a boring farce.

Lin Che glanced at Li Mingzhe, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and then looked at the students who were silent with fear.

Finally, his gaze fell on Professor Chen, who was still frozen in place.

"professor."

Lin Che's voice was calm.

"Now, do you believe me?"

"I told you, the temple is too small to accommodate everyone."