This actor is full of tricks.

Lin Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

If a B-level anomaly has already appeared in a three-star scenario, is there a high probability that an A-level anomaly will appear in a four-star scenario?
What about a five-star script?

Will a five-star script suddenly unleash an extremely vicious villain who surpasses even an A-level villain?

Based on this speculation, it is indeed highly likely.

He mentally raised the danger level of the only five-star script, "The Benevolent Father," by one level, and he would not easily accept the five-star script without absolute certainty.

"I was too optimistic before. I need to raise my strength to the fifth rank first." Lin Jue shook his head, supervising the old man and the mirror ghost to finish devouring the blood, and then gave each of them a vial of ferocious blood.

2ml for the old man, 1ml for the female ghost in the mirror, strictly control the dosage according to strength.

Lin Jue tucked the two dazed ghosts into his raincoat and opened the door. Outside, Yan Jun lay limp on the ground, his eyes lifeless, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"How do you feel?" Lin Jue glanced at the few remaining eerie corpses and asked.

"This isn't good. I feel resentment building up, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment." Yan Jun's mouth was overflowing with resentment. His strength was too weak and had reached its limit. He needed a lot of time to digest it. Once he had digested it, he should be able to break through to level E.

"Can we still walk?" Lin Jue looked out the window. The night outside the Black Street was slowly receding, but the Black Street itself was still pitch black. Light couldn't penetrate it at all. Just like in the script, it was a street that was forever shrouded in darkness.

Yan Jun braced himself against the floor and struggled to his feet, taking a few unsteady steps: "It's not a big problem."

"Alright, let's go then. There shouldn't be anything in this house that needs to be moved, right?" Lin Jue looked around at the dilapidated furniture and figured that there probably wasn't much furniture left.

Some slightly mischievous people might use pots and pans to cook and eat the meat.

"No." Yan Jun, panting, leaned against the corner of the sofa. "Brother, are we really going to the inner circle?"

He found it incredible that the two brothers had been living in Black Street for a long time and couldn't even move up two room numbers. However, after the older brother went out for a few days, he came back and was able to move directly to the inner circle.

The implications of this are self-evident.

After Yan Jun rested for a while, Lin Jue led him out the door. The strange corpses on the street had become mangled and broken. It was clear that during the time Lin Jue was home, other residents had secretly come out and devoured the monsters.

Lin Jue didn't bother to care about these things. In his eyes, these residents on the outer ring wouldn't live much longer anyway, so this was just a last good meal for them.

Yan Jun's face was pale, and the pungent smell of blood almost made him vomit. He knew without a doubt whose handiwork this was.

Peeping eyes came from all around, belonging to the residents who had been protected by the outer circle managers. Compared to before, these prying eyes contained less covetousness and predatory stares, and more awe and fear.

This is Black Street, strictly adhering to the rule of the weak preying on the strong. Lin Jue's previous display of strength was enough to instill awe in all the residents. Passing through number 100 on the outer ring, and walking further in, you reach the middle ring of Black Street. The darkness here is even deeper than on the outer ring. Bloodstains on the ground have congealed into patches, covering the entire street. The buildings on both sides of the road appear more intact, but they are also more sinister, because many of the missing parts of the buildings are filled with flesh and bones.

The residents in the middle circle were stronger than those in the outer circle. The chilling aura emanating from the buildings on both sides made Yan Jun shiver. It was as if hungry wolves were hiding inside, ready to bite his throat without mercy as soon as he made a mistake.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're residents of the inner circle, and everything in the middle circle is just food for you," Lin Jue said calmly.

Yan Jun is indeed too timid, even less so than Xiao Ming back then. If he leaves the script and the Black Street in the future, with his personality, he will only become a target of bullying.

As for the idea of ​​putting it into the raincoat, Lin Jue doesn't have it yet. Although Yan Jun has maintained his rationality quite well, he hasn't shown any value in putting it into the raincoat.

Raincoat now has three ghosts. The shopkeeper is mysterious and powerful. The mirror ghost is of average strength but very ambitious and can enter mirrors, so it might be very useful in the future. As for Xiaoming, there's no need to say more; the cards he possesses are sharper than knives.

While it's true that the more strange items you collect in the raincoat, the better, but it's better to have fewer but better ones. Otherwise, they'll just take up space and waste resources, and even if you collect them, they won't have much of a chance to be used.

Stepping into the inner circle, the air becomes thick and sticky, filled with blood mist, and filled with indistinct and incomprehensible whispers—an environment powerful enough to drive an ordinary person insane.

"Two students have arrived."

"It looks delicious. I want to eat the smaller one and swallow it bit by bit, enjoying its dying screams. The larger one looks tough, but it should become tender after being simmered for a few hours."

The gazes from the residents in the inner circle were quite unrestrained; they were even loudly discussing cooking and eating methods, clearly not taking Lin Jue and Yan Jun seriously at all.

Although he decided to keep a low profile until the end of the script, it didn't mean that Lin Jue would let these guys' provocations go unpunished, and he himself wasn't a magnanimous person.

Rather than wronging himself, he prefers to make things difficult for others. Therefore, if he can avenge a wrong immediately, he will do so. If he cannot avenge it immediately, he will do everything he can to make his enemy suffer.

So when he heard those provocative words, Lin Jue stopped in his tracks and looked to the side.

There was a building over there that looked like a giant coffin, and a female ghost with her eyes filled with pupils was standing outside the door. This was the guy who was going to slowly stew Lin Jue.

When the female ghost saw Lin Jue looking over, she licked her lips rather provocatively, as if she had already tasted the flavor of flesh and blood.

Yan Jun, who had been keeping his head down and not daring to look around, bumped into Lin Jue's back. He was about to ask Lin Jue why he had suddenly stopped when he saw the latter suddenly dart to the side, his target the female ghost.

The female ghost was clearly surprised by Lin Jue's sudden attack, but she quickly realized what was happening and sneered, "I didn't come looking for you, yet you still dare to come looking for me."

All the pupils in her eyes began to move, as if brewing some strange power, but Lin Jue's speed suddenly increased, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of the female ghost. The tip of his knife directly cut through her throat. Before she could even scream, he quickly stabbed her more than a dozen times. The female ghost, who was perfectly fine, was turned into a beehive before she could even resist. She was thrown to Yan Jun's feet like a puddle of mud.

"She just said she was going to eat you, so you eat her the same way now." Lin Jue slowly wiped his knife, his tone as calm as if he were recounting a trivial matter; crippling a D-rank monster seemed easier than breathing. (End of Chapter)