This actor is full of tricks.

The fog was pitch black. After seeing the little girl return, all the surviving eerie residents gathered around. At this moment, they didn't seem like the evil monsters that everyone feared, but rather like underlings who had been bullied outside coming to their big brother to complain about their grievances.

Although the little girl was younger than all of them.

One after another, bizarre corpses were dug out of the ruins. The little girl's face turned pale, and bloody tears streamed down her unfocused eyes. These were the residents who had lived with her day and night, and they had treated her like family since she moved into the Eternal Night Tower.

But now, all those residents are dead.

“This guy is dead too…” The little blood shadow leaned on the little girl’s shoulder, her voice filled with grief, as she watched the other girl dig a long-necked corpse out of the rubble.

These are his teammates who fought alongside him in school, and now they are buried here forever.

And the Tower of Eternal Night no longer exists.

"Who is this?" The little girl dug out a large pot from the ruins. After lifting the pot, she could see a fat monster dressed in a chef's uniform curled up in a ball. Although it looked miserable, it was not dead yet. The pot had absorbed most of the impact.

“I don’t recognize him. He’s probably one of those guys who barged in with that group of outsiders. Just kill him.” Blood Shadow’s expression was icy.

Upon hearing this remark from whoever it came from, the chef shuddered, his chubby face turning deathly pale.

The old man, who felt like he had forgotten something, finally remembered and rushed over with a smile: "Girl, it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding. This is our teammate. I just forgot about him."

The chef, seeing the old man, felt as if he had seen a savior and burst into tears: "Grandpa, didn't the doctor say we were teammates? Didn't we say we should unite, help each other, be friendly and harmonious?"

“That makes sense.” The old man nodded. “You’ll see later. That kid is really good at fooling ghosts. I heard that a ghost teacher treated him as a friend, and he turned out to be completely open with him.”

"He was truly open and honest. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I heard he died a terrible death."

Upon hearing this, the chef's tears immediately stopped. Indeed, one cannot easily believe the words of a living person, especially a handsome man.

……

Lin Jue didn't know how long he had been lying there. When he woke up, he found himself still lying in the arms of the mirror ghost, who remained in the same position as before, without moving at all.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Lin Jue rubbed his still slightly aching head and struggled to sit up.

The shopkeeper's large face leaned closer: "There's no specific time in the fog, but I'd guess it's been at least ten hours."

Ten hours? Is that a long time?
Lin Jue massaged his temples. It seemed like he hadn't rested for so long in a long time. Whether he was an actor in his previous life or in this world, his nerves had always been on high alert.

In his previous life, if an actor had relaxed even slightly, he might have been eliminated by the market. He hadn't even enjoyed his easy life for long after becoming a movie star when he was transported here again.

In this world fraught with danger, if you let your guard down even slightly, you could be devoured without a trace.

"You've worked hard, take a good rest." Lin Jue looked at the female ghost in the mirror, his tense expression softened, and he put her into his raincoat.

"Your raincoat!" Fu Yu, who had been standing to the side, suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the raincoat in Lin Jue's hand. This raincoat was exactly the same as his, even its abilities were identical.

"I bought it online for 9.9 yuan with free shipping. It's very effective at protecting against the wind and rain." Lin Jue chuckled. He couldn't possibly tell the truth, since Fu Yu was always a clever and cunning person who wouldn't ask any questions.

Fu Yu opened his mouth, but ultimately decided not to press the matter further. He knew from the beginning that Lin Jue was a man with many secrets, and after seeing the raincoat, he roughly understood why the old man had been chasing after him for it. The raincoat must have left a deep impression on the old man.

Lin Jue pushed himself up from the ground, patted Fu Yu on the shoulder, and was about to say something more when his gaze fell on something behind Fu Yu. There, a slender figure in red stood on the ruins of the Eternal Night Tower. As if sensing his gaze, the figure turned its head, its lifeless eyes meeting his.

Finally found!
The first Child of the Mist that Lin Jue encountered was also the one he most wanted to add to his raincoat!
He Wen!

Upon seeing the other person, Lin Jue's spirits lifted, and he immediately waved his raincoat: "He Wen, do you remember me? I'm your father's friend. Come inside the raincoat, I'll take you to find your father."

He looked excited and in high spirits; you couldn't tell he had been unconscious for ten hours.

The old man nudged the chef, Gui, with his elbow: "Just watch, this guy's about to start fooling Gui again."

"From seventy-year-old men to high school students, no one can escape his mouth. Now he can even fool ten-year-old girls."

"If this kind of guy were in ancient times, he would definitely be covered in lime and steamed in a copper pot. After he dies, he would go to hell and have his tongue pulled out and be crushed to death by stones."

Hearing Lin Jue's words, He Wen, who was standing on the ruins in the distance, changed her expression slightly. She tilted her head and repeated two words: "Dad?"

The word felt both familiar and strange to her. After becoming a monster, she lost many memories, only remembering the scenes of being tortured by a group of bad people in her previous life.

The desire to seek revenge on those bad guys fueled all her resentment.

But upon hearing Lin Jue's words, fragmented memories surfaced in her mind. In those memories, a character named her father was smashing everything in the house like a madman, watching helplessly as she was taken away by a guy wearing a hoodie.

These memories weren't pleasant, so He Wen's expression was also unpleasant, and she didn't respond to Lin Jue's words.

"Why does this little girl have that expression?" Lin Jue was taken aback, then he seemed to understand something and started walking towards the ruins.

As he walked, he organized his thoughts: "I know you may resent your father, but he really didn't mean to watch you get taken away."

“He was very sick at that time. He kept imagining that there were many bad people in the room who wanted to take you away, so he kept smashing things to try to drive away those bad people.”

“But every time he woke up, he would only see you hiding in a corner, all alone and scared. So, in order to stop you from being afraid of him, he restrained his inner impulses. But that time when the real bad guy broke in, he couldn’t tell whether it was a hallucination or reality, so he remained indifferent.”

"He didn't do it on purpose. After losing you, he was in more pain and despair than anyone else. Even now, he is still in deep guilt and has been looking for you."

Lin Jue had already arrived in front of He Wen. The little girl looked wary. Being so close to a stranger made her reflexively recall her memories before her death. The guys who had captured her had been torturing her in the most painful and cruel ways in the world, stimulating her resentment, and trying to train her into a terrifying monster.

Even after her death, those guys didn't let her go, trying to control her through inhuman means. She managed to escape on her own and hid in the mist.

The fact that a ten-year-old child could become a B-level supernatural being shows that He Wen's despair and resentment had reached an astonishing level, which is why she held a hostile attitude towards strangers.

She couldn't resist the urge to act, but the next moment a warm, large hand covered her head, tidying her hair, which had become disheveled from digging through the ruins.

A gentle voice sounded above your head: "Uncle is not speaking for your father, and I will not force you to forgive him, because what you experienced after being arrested must have been extremely painful, something that no one else can understand, and no one can persuade you to forgive."

“But I think you can give your father a chance to explain.”

(End of this chapter)