This actor is full of tricks.

Lin Jue paused in his movements and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

On the balcony of Building 2 stood a straight figure, wearing a snow-white shirt without a single wrinkle, and his hair was neatly combed, but it was parted in the middle.

This is a male ghost with a perfect appearance. Every part of him is flawless, and everything about him is perfectly symmetrical in terms of shape, size, and position.

Aside from his pale complexion, this ghost looked more like a handsome man. He didn't have the sinister resentment unique to ghosts; instead, he had a sickly fragility, like a fragile piece of white paper that could break at any moment.

In fact, Lin Jue couldn't tell whether this guy was human or ghost. And although this guy looked weak, don't forget that the male ghost is currently standing in Building 2.

This guy is the inner circle manager, the most powerful entity in the entire Black Street besides the mysterious Building No. 1.

Lin Jue carefully considered what the other person had just said.

This door was completely closed a couple of days ago; you can't get in now.

The key point is not the first sentence, but the "you" in the second sentence.

You definitely didn't include the inner circle manager who said that, which means this guy can go in through the door and go to the back.

"What you just said means you can come in?" Lin Jue didn't easily believe the other party's words, but instead tried it himself. The doorknob was turned, but the door didn't open at all.

He applied more force, but the door remained firmly shut.

"It's no use. This wall and even this door are extremely powerful magical artifacts. They block the end of the Black Street. If the door is closed, even if all the residents of the Black Street work together, they won't be able to destroy it."

The resident of Building 2 came downstairs and stopped not far from Lin Jue, straightening the wrinkles on his clothes caused by his movement.

This guy seemed to care a lot about his image, and unlike the other residents, this inner circle manager did not show any malice upon first meeting him, and his attitude towards Lin Jue was very peaceful.

But Lin Jue did not let his guard down, after all, the guy in front of him was the most terrifying thing in the underworld at present.

He looked up at the wall of flesh: "Is Building 1 behind the door?"

This wall of flesh is ten meters high. If we can't get in through the door, can we get in from the top?
"Didn't you already have the answer in your heart?" The outer circle manager smiled, the curve of his mouth and even the nasolabial folds when he smiled were extremely symmetrical, like two identical puzzle pieces put together on the left and right.

As he spoke, he looked up, mimicking Lin Jue's expression: "If it's really as simple as you say, then why is Building No. 1 a synonym for mystery in the Black Street? Building No. 1 can only be entered through this door; any other way will send you back to square one."

"Judging from your tone before, it seems you've been inside. What exactly does Building 1 look like?" Lin Jue turned his gaze back to resident number 2 and repeated his previous question.

"You seem quite interested in what's behind the door?" Resident No. 2 looked at Lin Jue with a half-smile.

The two of them started talking so naturally that anyone else who saw them would think they were very familiar friends.

Lin Jue said naturally, “I believe every resident of Black Street is curious about what’s inside Building 1. Isn’t that why we live here? A higher-level life form that transcends all the strange things. Just thinking about it makes my heart race.”

At this moment, he looked like a fierce and monstrous figure who was gradually going mad in pursuit of power.

"Heh." Resident No. 2 sneered, his laughter carrying a hint of disdain and sarcasm: "If you are qualified to join tonight's bloody feast, then you may become one of us. Before long, the landscape of Black Street will be completely changed. At that time, we can all enter that door, and you will know all the information about Building No. 1."

This statement contains a lot of information. It sounds like this resident number 2 is looking for accomplices through a bloody banquet, intending to do something to Building 1. "Is this what you mean?" Lin Jue pulled out the invitation.

A hint of surprise flashed in Resident Number 2's eyes: "It seems you are quite capable. See you at the banquet tonight. I hope we can sit at the same table and continue our conversation."

He came naturally and left just as gracefully, returning to Building 2 after leaving behind those words.

Lin Jue stared at the other person's back. This resident number 2 gave him a very strange feeling. Even though these managers had only been in Black Street for a few days, the other person seemed to know a lot about Building 1.

Moreover, his first impression of the other party was not that of a fierce ghost, but rather that of a living person.

"Could he be a living person who illuminated the spirit realm? Also, he cares a lot about symmetry. His clothes, his facial expressions when he speaks are all highly symmetrical. This is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Thinking of this, Lin Jue paused slightly, turned his head to look at the wall of flesh and blood behind him, his eyes flickered, then he shook his head and left the depths of the dark street.

When Yan Jun returned to Building 13, he was still hiding in his room, processing what he had swallowed. He had absorbed a lot of resentment in a short period of time, and he would probably have to sleep for a while.

Lin Jue walked back to his room and casually tossed his backpack on the ground.

"Ouch! You brat, can you be a little gentler? I just woke up and you almost knocked me unconscious again!" The old man's dissatisfied voice rang out from inside the backpack after it rolled twice on the ground.

Hmm? The old man is awake?

Lin Jue first slammed the door shut, then warmly let the old man out of his raincoat.

He wanted to see if the old man had successfully broken through to level C after so many days of accumulating resources.

The old man's figure appeared in the room. When Lin Jue felt the terrifying aura coming towards him, his face lit up with joy. There was finally a C-level monster in his raincoat.

"Grandpa, you've finally broken through! That wasn't easy. From now on, you'll be the number one warrior." Lin Jue looked the old man up and down. Compared to before, the black characters on the old man's body were much deeper, each one like a bottomless abyss, as if hiding endless sins.

He started touching the black lines again, feeling a slight stinging sensation on his fingertips. He had felt the same stinging sensation when he touched the black lines sewing up corpses when he was weaker.

This means that the black characters on the old man's body have also undergone a strange change, and can pose a certain threat to him in his current strange state.

"Grandpa, have you acquired a new strange ability?" Lin Jue asked curiously.

"You can talk, but keep your hands to yourself." The old man jumped back, his movements much more agile than before.

He seemed to be showing off his new ability to Lin Jue. Every black character on his body was glowing with an eerie light, and the entire room was instantly enveloped in pitch-black darkness.

This was an unusual darkness. Surrounded by darkness, Lin Jue felt that all five of his senses had stopped working. He could neither see nor hear, as if he had fallen into a dark vacuum.

He couldn't sense the old man's location. If this ability were used for a sneak attack, it would be quite good. Combined with the old man's terrifying strength, it would be equivalent to an invisible warrior, which would be a nightmare for all fragile characters.

(End of this chapter)