105: Ye Linghan: Husband, let's go home and talk about our marriage!

In a higher-dimensional layer of the Void Realm, the bloody massacre was a silent pantomime.

Su Chen sat with his legs crossed, picking up a crystal-clear longan fruit and tossing it into his mouth, its juices splashing everywhere.

He pointed at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood below, beginning his post-battle review.

"Tsk tsk tsk, see that? That's what you call professional."

"Decisive in slaughter, pulling up the roots—not a single soul left alive."

"This Wang Zhantian, though his brain isn't quite right, his professional ability is at least passing."

[It's just that the killing was too direct, no technical skill involved at all.]

[Everything was just a sword to the neck or a direct explosion. Too violent, not elegant enough.]

[If you ask me, he should have left a few alive to take back for interrogation under torture. Ask if there are accomplices behind them, dig out the entire interest chain, and wipe them all out in one go.]

[Now that's what I call sustainable fishing by draining the pond.]

Su Chen was frantically outputting his "criminal insights" internally, yet his face wore a pained expression of "this child is beyond teaching."

"Sigh, the killing wasn't artistic enough. He completely fails to understand the essence of interrogation."

"Look, he didn't even perform a soul search before turning them to ash. What if he missed some important clue?"

"These people are still too young, too impetuous."

As he spoke, he popped another crimson dragon fruit into his mouth, eating with great relish.

Ye Linghan leaned lazily against her Void Throne, propping her chin on one hand, her eyes rippling as she watched Su Chen.

She found that her "Little Husband" could always find the most tricky and ridiculous angles of entry in the bloodiest and most serious of situations.

This feeling was far more interesting than watching a group of ants in their death throes.

"What Husband says is true."

She echoed him with extreme cooperation, a playful light flickering in her demonic phoenix eyes.

"Then in Husband's opinion, what kind of disposal would be considered 'artistic'?"

"Does that even need asking?"

Su Chen's interest was piqued at once. He began a lecture on the spot, spittle flying as he imparted his "art of slaughter."

"First, classification! You must effectively classify the captives!"

"The good-looking ones can be considered for recruitment as maids to serve tea and water."

"The ugly ones should be sent directly to the mines to dig, contributing their light and heat to the Family's construction."

"Secondly, interrogation! Interrogation is an art; you can't just rely on beatings. You must prioritize attacking the heart. Start with their Family, friends, and Dao Companion to break their psychological defenses and make them spit out all their secrets voluntarily."

"Finally, waste utilization! Squeeze out every last drop of their value! Refine the Divine Soul into a soul banner, the Physical Body into a Puppet, and even the ashes can be used as fertilizer for flowers. Not a single bit should be wasted!"

Su Chen spoke with high spirits, his face glowing with excitement.

[Hehe, back in the day when I read those villain novels, the protagonists all did it this way.]

[This theory of mine combines the strengths of a hundred schools; it's practically the encyclopedia of the villain world.]

[It's a pity I'm a peace-loving, non-confrontational man of culture. I can't use any of these methods. What a waste of my talent.]

Listening to Su Chen's logical "Demonic Path theory," the smile on Ye Linghan's face grew deeper until she finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"Giggle..."

Her crisp laughter echoed through the Void Realm layer, indescribably pleasant to the ear.

She looked at Su Chen, her world-toppling phoenix eyes full of admiration.

Not only was he handsome, thick-skinned, and good at acting, but the ideas in his head coincided perfectly with her own.

It felt like finding a long-lost member of her own kind.

"Husband truly knows a lot."

Ye Linghan leaned forward slightly, getting close to Su Chen's ear, her breath like orchids.

"How about this: in the future, whenever this seat catches a captive, they will all be handed over to Husband for disposal?"

The warm breath sprayed against his ear, making Su Chen's body suddenly stiffen.

[Holy crap! Don't! Big Sister!]

[I was just talking! Just satisfying a verbal craving! Don't take it seriously!]

[I'm just a beautiful man without the strength to truss a chicken. You want me to do this kind of bloody work? Just thinking about the scene makes me want to faint!]

[My hands are for writing diaries, playing cards, and tasting fine food, not for some kind of interrogation and torture!]

Su Chen screamed frantically in his heart, but his face squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Ahem, that... Wife must be joking."

"My heart is too soft; I can't stand the sight of blood. This kind of rough work is better left to the professionals."

As he spoke, he inconspicuously shifted his buttocks.

He tried to use physical distance to isolate himself from this Crazy Woman's dangerous thoughts.

Ye Linghan saw his cowardly attempt to avoid her but didn't call him out, only laughing even more happily.

Just then, the Wang Family Fleet below finally finished cleaning up the aftermath.

Over a hundred warships slowly turned around, forming a massive wild goose formation, and began to sail slowly toward the Northern Region with endless sorrow and desolation.

The most magnificent Golden War Chariot had also lost all its luster. Surrounded by several escort ships in the center, it looked like a mobile coffin.

Su Chen watched the departing fleet and rubbed his chin.

"Alright, the show's over, the tips have been collected, it's time for us to withdraw too."

He clapped his hands, preparing to tear through space.

"Husband, where... are we going?"

Ye Linghan suddenly asked.

"Of course, we're going to find a place to roast that pig of mine and drink those jars of wine!"

Su Chen said as if it were only natural.

"After being busy all night, I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Ye Linghan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled into an extremely dangerous arc.

"Eating and drinking can wait."

She slowly stood up, walked in front of Su Chen, and reached out her jade-like hand to naturally hook her arm through his.

The movement carried an irresistible possessiveness.

"Husband has been out with me for so long, it's time... to go home."

Su Chen's heart thudded, and an extremely ominous premonition surged within him.

"Go home? Which home?"

Ye Linghan gave him a sweet smile. It was a beautiful smile, but it made Su Chen's scalp tingle.

"Of course... back to your home."

"As your Dao Companion, I should go pay my respects to the elders of the Su Family."

She paused, and in an unquestionable tone, said word by word.

"And while we're at it..."

"Discuss the matter of our wedding."