This actor is full of tricks.

Lin Jue patted the blood off his body and looked at the chef ghost who had been hiding in the kitchen. The chef ghost was very weak, so it did not participate in the battle just now. Instead, it hid in the corner of the kitchen, trembling, watching a group of C-level third-tier beings fight like gods.

He squinted at the other person. A weirdo who could cook food to be visually appealing must have retained a high degree of rationality. Although the other person was weak, he was still somewhat useful. He could put him at home to be in charge of cooking.

Since he came into this world, he has hardly ever eaten a proper meal. Most of the time, he just eats fast food or bread to tide him over. If there were a chef, he could at least have a decent meal when he gets home, which would improve the meals for his grandpa and the others.

He had a vague plan for the future. Maybe he could use Yangtao Street as his base. Anyway, there were many empty houses there, so he couldn't just collect combat-type monsters. He could also collect some life-type monsters.

The chef was a very pragmatic fellow; knowing he had no choice, he voluntarily crawled into the raincoat.

"This guy really stinks!" the old man complained from inside his raincoat, shifting his grotesque face away from the chef.

"Old Li deals with strange corpses every day, so it's normal for him to have a bit of a smell. If you really can't stand the smell, you two can rub each other's backs when you get home."

Lin Jue stuffed the raincoat back into his backpack, glanced at the mess in Building No. 2, and left without looking back.

He stood outside that wall of flesh once again, a strange impulse rising within him, as if something behind that door was calling to him.

Previously, he had told resident number 2 that he could enter building number 1 even without the other person, mainly because of this sudden impulse in his heart.

This impulse felt very familiar to him; he had felt the exact same way when he saw the Eternal Night Tower shrouded in mist at the orphanage.

When he first saw this wall of flesh, he wondered if Building No. 1 behind the door was the Eternal Night Building that his predecessor had built. Moreover, the description of the Black Street was "a street that is forever shrouded in darkness," which also fit the definition of Eternal Night.

He was originally going to take out the check-in application form, but he had to give up temporarily because the second resident suddenly appeared.

He took out the check-in form, the bloodstains on it flowing wildly, as if trying to lead him through the door, like a wanderer who had been away for many years finally returning home.

The way the application form behaves is tantamount to proving that Building 1 is the Eternal Night Building.

Lin Jue murmured the three words "Eternal Night Tower." This was the tower that his predecessor created after entering the mist, a place that contained the fierce and desperate.

"What exactly did the dean want to find by arranging for patients to enter the Eternal Night Tower? Could it be He Wen? But I feel that with the dean's strength, he shouldn't be too interested in these Children of the Mist. He even spared a bucket of blood from the most vicious villain. He only wants to pursue the art of immortality."

"Was it something his predecessor left behind in the Eternal Night Tower that piqued his interest?"

"If that's the case, then that thing should be returned to its rightful owner now."

Lin Jue extended his right index finger and dabbed a bit of the still-dry blood on his body. He paused as he prepared to sign, pondering what name he should put on his finger.

Should we sign Lin Jue's name? Or should we sign the character's name?
"My current identity is Yan Hui, so signing with Yan Hui shouldn't be a problem, right?"

As the index finger moved, the scarlet characters "Yan Hui" appeared on the application form. Just as the last stroke of the name was added, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, the mist surged, and an atmosphere of despair swept over like a wave.

Black flames burned on the application form, quickly reducing it to ashes. Wisps of black smoke rose from the ashes and flowed into the tightly closed door.

Negative emotions surged like a tide, and Lin Jue heard a desperate roar in his ears once again. The door slowly opened before him, and countless pitch-black hands reached out from the bottomless doorway, enveloping his body like vines, trying to drag him into the darkness.

The sudden change made Lin Jue frown. He wanted to switch identities and use flames, but he suppressed the urge to act, letting the ghostly hands drag him into the doorway. As his figure disappeared behind the door, the wooden door slammed shut, and the dark street returned to silence.

A series of gazes appeared in the buildings on both sides, and the residents in the inner circle stared at the door in disbelief.

"Did I see that right? A resident went inside?"

"Wasn't it said that door was completely closed? Has it opened again? Doesn't that mean we have a chance to get into Building 1 again?"

"Brothers, follow me! Let's become the most ruthless villains!"

Residents rushed out and tried with all their might to pull open the door, but the door was as if it were welded to a wall of flesh and wouldn't budge.

"Let me do it!" A strange creature used its magical artifact and slammed into the door, but it was instantly sent flying backward. Its body gradually disintegrated during the flight, and when it hit the ground, it was completely reduced to clumps of flesh, which were scattered everywhere.

Upon seeing this, all the residents felt as if they had been doused with cold water, their bodies turning ice-cold as they stared at the door in fear.

"Even if we couldn't get in before, we wouldn't have ended up like this, dying. This artifact has been revived, and its power has been fully activated!"

They all knew that the door and the flesh wall were a powerful artifact, but this artifact had been dormant for a long time, only serving to block the way between Building 1 and the Black Street. In the past, some residents had tried to force their way in, but they were only gently sent back to where they were.

Now, this mysterious artifact has come to life.

"Could it be that its owner has returned?"

"You mean that student from just now? You're overthinking it. This artifact can even block A-level enemies, how could it possibly be left behind by that C-level one?"

"Alas, the heavens are jealous of talent. I, Wang Ye, am renowned in the underworld, and my resentment is unmatched. Yet, a single door has blocked my path to the top. How tragic and lamentable!"

"You fucking fantasy novelist, can you please stop being so childish!"

The residents shook their heads and sighed, then dispersed. As the dark street returned to calm, a figure cautiously peeked out from the shadows.

"Brother went into Building 1?" Yan Jun stared timidly at the closed door, looking utterly hopeless and on the verge of tears. "Brother, you went in, what am I supposed to do?"

Although his strength successfully broke through to E-level after digesting that strange creature, this was the inner circle of the Black Street, where even the weakest resident could easily kill him.

Now that his brother is gone, he's all alone and miserable. He might be taken advantage of by other residents tomorrow.

Should I try to see if I can get in?

A thought flashed through Yan Jun's mind: even though Building No. 1 was incredibly mysterious, his brother always had a magical power that made him feel at ease. Being by his side was better than staying in this godforsaken place.

(End of this chapter)