This actor is full of tricks.

The figure stood quietly in front of a display case, on which was placed a three-faced human head sculpture, the very work that Lin Jue and Bi Zheng had collaborated on.

The figure seemed engrossed in watching, not even noticing someone approaching. Lin Jue didn't disturb the person, but stood quietly at the door.

Ten minutes later, the figure finally made a move. The iron chains dragging on the ground suddenly lifted up, then taut instantly, and charged towards Lin Jue.

So fast!

Bi Zheng's strength has broken through again! These Children of the Mist are truly heaven-defying; they've only been transformed into strange beings for a short time, yet they've already broken through to Rank B!
Faced with the approaching chains, Lin Jue showed no panic; on the contrary, he was very excited. The stronger Bi Zheng was, the greater the help he would receive.

He shifted slightly to the side, and all the chains grazed his body as they rolled to the ground beside him, the floor shattering under the immense force.

"It's been so long, are you really welcoming your friend like this?" Lin Jue looked at the chains. He could tell that Bi Zheng wasn't really going to attack him, which was why he didn't react much.

Crash.

The chains snapped back, and Bi Zheng finally turned around, staring at Lin Jue with a complicated expression, without saying a word.

"No need to thank me too much. I just helped you keep it a secret from Teacher Zhang and fulfill your last wish. Although this work did not cause a great stir, it's because those people don't understand the story hidden behind the sculpture."

Lin Jue walked to the other person's side and looked at the unnamed work: "Give it a name. The reason I haven't named it is because I'm waiting for you to come back."

"Why did you do this?" Bi Zheng was even more indifferent after his death than in life, keeping everyone at arm's length. If Lin Jue hadn't been certain that the other party had no ill intentions, he probably would have just killed him on the spot as a malevolent spirit.

"Because we're friends, as I told you before, isn't it normal for friends to help each other?" Lin Jue deliberately emphasized the words "help each other."

The meaning is obvious: it's telling Bi Zheng, "Look, I've helped you, so you have to help me in the future."

Bi Zheng clearly understood. He glanced at the backpack behind Lin Jue and then said in a deep voice, "I understand. I owe you a lot of favors, whether it was helping me complete this work or helping me keep it from Teacher Zhang. I remember them all and will help you in the future if I have the chance."

"That's not what I meant. I've always been loyal to my friends, so what's with all this talk of personal relationships?" Lin Jue waved his hand.

Bi Zheng remained silent, not responding, as if the other party had been helping him gratuitously from the beginning, without asking for anything in return.

Although his attitude towards Lin Jue wasn't very good, it was just his personality; his heart, which had never been opened in life, was closed even more tightly after his death.

Lin Jue changed the subject: "But speaking of which, I have indeed run into some trouble recently. If you really want to think that way, then let's do it today. I really can't handle it by myself and I need your help."

Inside the backpack, the shopkeeper's ghostly face shifted towards the mirror-like female ghost: "Girl, if you have any ideas about this guy, I advise you to pull back from the brink. This guy is completely uncooperative; he wants help but pretends to be unwilling. Isn't he just a complete scumbag?"

The mirror-like woman shifted to the side, increasing the distance between herself and the old man: "My relationship with the boss is pure. I think you might have other ideas." "Hey, you little devil, I'm just giving you some advice..."

Lin Jue crumpled the backpack, stopping the old man and the mirror ghost from arguing. Bi Zheng glanced at the backpack discreetly, probably noticing the ghost inside: "What do you need my help with?"

"Murder." Lin Jue answered succinctly. Bi Zheng was taken aback, then heard Lin Jue say, "Let's talk somewhere else. This isn't the place to talk."

As he spoke, he pointed to the surveillance camera in the exhibition hall. Bi Zheng immediately understood, and the chains surrounding him disappeared instantly. It seemed that he had completely taken control of the restraints on his body during this period and could control them at will.

The two walked out of the art museum one after the other. Since there was no one on the street at night, Lin Jue took the other person back to Sun Jiankang's residence on a shared bicycle.

"Is this your residence?" Bi Zheng glanced around the room, finally fixing his gaze on the portrait hanging on the wall. A look of doubt flashed across his half-broken face. "It's a strange photo. It's like there's something hidden in it."

“This is someone else’s house. I’m just staying here temporarily. The portrait contains the obsession of the original owner’s father.” Lin Jue explained briefly, then took out a paper cup: “What do you want to drink? Water or blood? If you want water, I have some boiled water here. If you want blood, I’ll grab something from my bag and let you bleed a little.”

"You're not talking about me, are you, kid!" the old man shouted from inside his backpack.

"Nothing is needed, thank you." Bi Zheng didn't sit down, but asked directly, "Now you can tell me, how can I help you?"

Lin Jue poured himself a glass of water and recounted the story of Sun Jiankang and New World, while also explaining that New World had once tried to capture Bi Zheng, thus deepening the other party's disgust for that extremist organization.

After listening, Bi Zheng pondered for a moment and said, "You mean, that new world also tried to capture me?"

“Yes, there were two members loitering near your school at the time, and I found them and dealt with them.” Lin Jue took a sip of water. “I’m not saying this to imply that I saved you or anything like that; I just feel like I can tell you about it now.”

"How long will it take to make a move?"

Upon hearing Bi Zheng's question, Lin Jue smiled, indicating that the other party had agreed.

"I'm guessing they'll make their move tomorrow. If you join, the operation is guaranteed to succeed." He replied with a smile, "You just need to work with He Wen to take out their high-end combat forces, and leave the rest to me."

At this point, he unleashed all the secrets hidden inside his raincoat: "Come and meet your new friend, this is He Wen, the one I told you about."

Lin Jue pointed at He Wen, who was standing on the far side. The moment Bi Zheng saw He Wen, his expression suddenly became serious, as did He Wen's. Both of them were children of the mist, and they might have some kind of connection with each other.

"What a strange feeling," He Wen murmured. Even though it was the first time she had seen the other person, she had a very familiar feeling. This feeling came inexplicably and she didn't know where it came from.

Looking at the expressions on both sides, Lin Jue suddenly had an absurd thought: what would happen if he gathered all the Children of the Mist together? (End of Chapter)