Ghost Matchmaking: Ghost Emperor Husband and Campus Queen Wife

Unlock his shackles?

The Blood Race Duke was suddenly struck with a terrible premonition.

’I thought the chains on this little monster were just decorations.’

’But now she’s saying they’re a seal?’

’Are you kidding me?’

’Even with his shackles on, the pressure he gives off is suffocating.’

’If she really unlocks them, is he going to turn into a Great Evil?’

’How the hell am I supposed to fight that?!’

"Hmph."

"I’d like to see just how powerful you little monster really are."

The Blood Race Duke said with cold arrogance.

His demeanor took on an air of supreme pride, as if he looked down on the entire world.

It appeared he was giving Yun Zhenyue time to undo the shackles.

But the moment the words left his mouth—

WHOOSH!

The Blood Race Duke vanished. Gripping his blood sword, he transformed into a streak of crimson light and shot toward Yun Zhenyue!

His actions were the complete opposite of his words!

’I’m not some self-righteous villain who needs to defeat my enemy in a fair fight!’

’Only a complete idiot would stand by and watch when they can end things quickly!’

’I have to interrupt her cast!’

"Whoa, he’s even more shameless than we are!" Meimei’s eyes widened in shock. "Quick, stop him!"

At her words, Pangpang dropped his small bag and declared, full of fighting spirit, "Leave it to me!"

"As long as I’m here, no one will stop my sis from breaking the seal!"

Shoushou hurriedly pulled out a sheet of drawing paper, preparing to sketch another one of his creepy creations.

Kuku was also getting ready to start bawling on the spot!

But just then,

Yun Zhenyue asked blankly, "What are you all doing?"

"I can undo these shackles with a single thought."

"You don’t need to protect me. Just step back a bit..."

’This isn’t some anime where you have to scream and offer up a sacrifice to break a seal.’

The moment she finished speaking—

CLICK.

With a soft sound,

the chains that had bound Yuan’s hands came undone.

The crimson chain, corroded and decayed by blood, clattered to the floor.

The instant the chain fell,

the castle was rocked by a violent tremor.

As the Blood Race Duke charged at him,

Yuan gently kicked the fallen chain in his direction.

It was as casual as kicking a soccer ball!

The shackles on his feet were still locked, preventing him from moving freely.

But at the sight of the incoming chain, the Duke’s hair stood on end. A sense of mortal danger enveloped him, and he dodged with all his might!

BOOM!!!

In that one instant,

the chain blasted a huge crater in the wall.

The exquisite crystal chandelier swayed, and toppled candles set the dark-red curtains ablaze. Even the glass of blood the Blood Race Duke had just set down was knocked over, its contents spilling everywhere.

It was a testament to the chain’s incredible weight!

’It must have been like carrying a mountain on his back!’

’Only a burden like that...’

’...could even begin to quiet a monster who feels no pain.’

A terrifying aura erupted from Yuan’s body!

That aura was like a great beast stirring in the abyss, its eyes opening for the first time. It was like a revenant, long absent from the world of the living, had returned. As Yuan slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles let out a series of sharp CRACKS.

In that instant,

everyone present could feel Yuan’s horrifying, dreadful presence!

His bruised-looking skin was like a network of fractured spiderwebs, and his eyes held nothing but pure killing intent.

Though he was unarmed, beads of cold sweat formed on the Blood Race Duke’s brow.

’That was too close!’

’I was almost hit.’

’I have no doubt that kick would have critically injured me.’

’And that was just from unlocking his hands?!’

’He still has shackles on his feet and his head!’

"Whoa, he’s so cool!"

Meimei couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.

"But sis, why didn’t you unlock all of his shackles?"

Hearing this, Yun Zhenyue’s gaze flickered. She shook her head and said, "Kui told me to release them slowly. Otherwise, he’ll instantly go berserk."

’That’s actually quite similar to Lily.’

’They both bear a great malice and will fly into a rampage at full power.’

Meimei paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "Then let’s have him test out the phase-one version of Big Brother Yuan!"

Shoushou said thoughtfully, "If this were a game, this version would be called Biao Yuan. The next form would be Realm..."

"I know! And the last one is God Yuan!" Pangpang immediately chimed in.

’Phase one?’

The corner of the Blood Race Duke’s mouth twitched.

’Does that mean there’s a phase two and three coming?’

’Who’s the real boss here?!’

’Are these people completely ignoring my presence?!’

"You... you will die!!!"

He roared in a low voice.

Humiliated again and again!

The Blood Race Duke was consumed by fury.

The whites of his eyes filled with ghastly bloodshot veins, and the veins on his temples bulged and throbbed like earthworms.

He no longer cared if unleashing his full power would destroy his castle.

He raised his blood sword, aiming straight for Yuan!

’His hands are free, but not his feet!’

’Immobilized like that, there’s no way he can dodge this!’

HUM!

Just as the Blood Race Duke thought he could critically wound Yuan with a single strike, Yuan indeed made no move to evade.

The blood sword slashed down hard at Yuan!

But at the same time,

Yuan clenched his fist. Moving with the speed of lightning, he threw a punch straight at the Duke’s chest!

It was a trade—an injury for an injury!

The Blood Race Duke was stunned by such a ferocious, suicidal tactic.

He desperately tried to dodge Yuan’s attack, but the momentum of his own sword carried him forward. He could only watch helplessly as his blade plunged into Yuan’s body, nearly running him clean through!

And in that same instant, Yuan’s fist smashed into his chest!

THUD!

It was like being struck by a colossal war hammer!

"—PFFT!!!"

The Blood Race Duke was thrown backward, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood. Agony ripped through him; it felt as if the punch had shattered his heart into a thousand pieces. He could see fragments of his own organs in the blood he coughed up.

It had been a very, very long time since he’d sustained such a grievous wound.

’This madman!!’

The Blood Race Duke was about to use his blood and necrotic energy to heal the wound, but to his horror, he discovered that his chest was being corroded by some unknown form of necrotic energy, making it impossible to repair!

He could only rely on time to recover slowly.

’Wounds inflicted by him... they can’t be healed?’

He lifted his head.

The Blood Race Duke saw Yuan’s body, standing firm and motionless.

Even with a gaping hole torn in his chest,

so deep that his internal organs were nearly visible,

there was no trace of fear on his face.

Instead, he wore an expression of sickening excitement.

He was like a weapon, born and bred for the sole purpose of slaughter.

’...Just what is he?’

The Blood Race Duke’s pupils constricted. He felt the urge to retreat.

And in that instant—

HUM!

Necrotic energy surged out from Yuan’s body!

It seemed the recent warm-up had caused a shift in his emotional state.

A complex aura began to emanate from him.

It was an aura that held a malice so potent it felt like it could rip the very heavens asunder!

Bloodlust, mania, depravity, perversion...

At this moment,

the emotions roiling within Yuan began to affect reality itself.

A phantom image of a bygone era materialized within the ancient castle!

It was as if everyone could hear the whispers of countless dead souls in their ears, feel innumerable withered hands clawing at their ankles. Shrieks and wails filled the air; death and despair became the eternal theme, as though Hell itself had been resurrected.

Even the red mist began to condense into raindrops, falling slowly within the castle.

"Is this..."

"Is this Big Brother Gu Yuan’s inner world?" Meimei asked, swallowing hard.

"S-so scary," Pangpang stammered with a shiver.

"These shadows... don’t tell me they’re all people he’s killed? Just how many must there be?" Shoushou’s grip on his paintbrush tightened. He couldn’t possibly imagine it, let alone depict such a scene.

Even the Blood Race Duke was shaken to his core.

’Just how many people has he killed?’

’Can the lingering grudges of the slain actually affect reality?’

But it was Yun Zhenyue who felt it most keenly.

The Unity Bracelet on her wrist was scorching hot.

Through it, she could perceive the emotions raging in Yuan’s heart.

It was a feeling the likes of which she had never experienced.

’It’s as if... he’s at war with the entire world!’

And then, in a flash—

Amidst that ocean of malice,

she saw the birth of Gu Yuan...