This actor is full of tricks.

After quietly leaving the room, Lin Jue suddenly realized that there was still the consciousness of the God of the Underworld inside him.

Perhaps we could ask this guy if he knows how to increase the success rate of becoming an extremely vicious villain, even though this guy has been pretending to be dead the whole time.

"Are you there?"

Lin Jue started the conversation with a classic greeting, just like chatting with an online friend.

no respond.

Lin Jue wasn't surprised at all; he already knew how this thing was. He persisted and asked, "Is there any way to increase the success rate of becoming an extremely vicious villain?"

"Don't stay silent. You and I are essentially one body, what's the difference between us and twins? We're brothers, my business is your business, and I can't help you with your business..."

"Don't stay silent. Think about it, the more vicious and ruthless people I have around me, the greater the probability of defeating Qin Lang. You still have half of yourself with him, don't you? If you defeat him, you can be whole again. This is a win-win situation for both of us."

The female demon and the spider, who were guarding downstairs, huddled together, their expressions indescribable: "What is the boss muttering to himself?"

"Could it be that altitude sickness is only starting to appear now?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."

Lin Jue muttered to himself for a long time, but the system still didn't respond, leaving him completely helpless. This guy was totally addicted to cosplaying characters; no wonder he issued cosplay tasks.

The guy wouldn't say a word, so Lin Jue had no choice but to give up. He couldn't possibly cut open his own head to find out where the guy was.

He glanced back at He Wen's room, sighed silently, and went downstairs.

Taking the blood of the underworld was He Wen's own intention, which shows that she had accepted the outcome of failure in her heart, but who would really want to fail?

If He Wen really fails, it not only means that Yangtao Street has lost a top fighter, but also that he has lost a family member, and he will not be able to explain it to He Ping.

If He Wen were still inside the fog, she wouldn't have taken the Netherblood and would have continued living in her bizarre state.

"What am I thinking? Being so pessimistic isn't good." Lin Jue shook his head, suppressing his bad premonition, and returned to his room.

After taking a shower and lying in bed, Lin Jue tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only think about the God of the Underworld, or He Wen, who was curled up in a tiny ball inside the giant cocoon.

He sat up, took out a cigarette he hadn't smoked in a long time from the bedside table, walked out of the room, leaned against the railing in the corridor, and lit one.

Although travel can relax the mind, the pressure from the mental hospital will still come after the trip, and it is something he cannot escape and will have to face one day.

"What are you thinking about?" Bi Zheng walked to Lin Jue's side. "Is it because of that hospital?"

"Pretty much." Lin Jue exhaled a puff of smoke. "If it were just me alone, it wouldn't matter, but now the life and death of Yangtao Street are in my hands. If I lose the fight against the mental hospital, they definitely won't let Yangtao Street go."

"The thought that I am responsible for so many lives really makes me feel uneasy."

"Why didn't you think of that when you packed me in your backpack? Now that you're back, shouldn't you put me back in the amusement park?" The old park director's portrait was making a ruckus in the backpack. "Look at them." Bi Zheng pointed to the noisy, eerie figures on the street: "I can assure you, not one of them regrets following you."

"Only here can we, filled with resentment, calm down and find a sense of peace."

“Although we have our disagreements, arguments and even fights, we are still best friends and family afterward. I believe that if any of them were bullied by outsiders, we would all help them get revenge.”

"And you are the boss of this street, the backbone of all the ghosts. Your affairs are the most important things in their eyes. You don't have to bear the pressure alone."

Bi Zheng was unusually talkative. He turned to look at Lin Jue and took the cigarette out of the latter's mouth: "Only you treat us as equal individuals. When I was alive, you didn't pity me because of my disability. You treated me like an ordinary person. Even when I became a monster, you didn't look at me differently."

Lin Jue felt a little guilty after hearing this, but it was undeniable that although he had other motives, he did indeed view every strange person on Yangtao Street with an equal eye—no, except for the group of people dressed in bright colors.

Moreover, his feelings for the supernatural beings are genuine.

"I understand." Lin Jue exhaled the last puff of smoke and patted Bi Zheng on the shoulder: "Go to sleep."

For the next few days, Lin Jue stayed at the door of He Wen and A Jin's room. The resentment emanating from A Jin's room grew stronger and stronger, while the resentment in He Wen's room was weaker than before, and its color gradually faded.

This made Lin Jue feel even heavier, and he eventually moved into He Wen's room, guarding the giant cocoon day and night.

On the third day after Lin Jue returned to Yangtao Street, the old man hurriedly knocked on his door: "Kid! Have you offended something terrifying? It's dark in Yangtao Street, and there's an extremely evil and malevolent aura."

"There's an extremely malevolent aura about it?" Lin Jue, with his stubble, sat up from the floor and flung open the door.

The old man stood outside with a look of panic on his face, while the sky outside was completely shrouded in resentment. The entire Yangtao Street seemed to be plunged into boundless darkness, and all the eerie creatures looked around helplessly, not knowing what had happened.

The next second, the resentment that shrouded the sky formed a funnel-shaped vortex, and at the same time, a loud, arrogant laugh came from within: "Boss, I'm back!"

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Jue's tense brows relaxed considerably, and a hint of joy appeared in the corners of his eyes.

It's a rift of hatred!
Judging by the time, Liezang should have finished digesting the evil Buddha's heart by now. Judging from the level of resentment, that guy has recovered to his peak condition.

In other words, the first extremely vicious monster appeared on Yangtao Street, one of the most terrifying and bizarre creatures in the world.

The resentment dissipated, and the figure of Liezang appeared on the street. The extremely evil and ferocious aura made the group of ghosts freeze in place, afraid to move.

Lin Jue quickly ran downstairs and looked Lie Zeng up and down. He had seen many extremely vicious people and could confirm that Lie Zeng had truly recovered to his peak condition.

"Boss, how was it? Didn't disappoint you?" Lie Zeng reached out and brushed his hands over his body, looking smug.

Lin Jue was generous with his praise, giving a thumbs-up: "From now on, you'll be the number one fighter on Yangtao Street."

Now that the first extremely vicious beast has appeared, Lin Jue is preparing to go to the dense fog area again once A Jin and He Wen have broken through.

The first two times he went, he only dared to stay outside, but next time, he's going to go inside! (End of Chapter)