This actor is full of tricks.

Try your best to live.

Each word was the size of an adult's palm, densely packed throughout the room, easily visible as soon as the door was opened.

Lin Jue retracted his previous thought that Sun Jiankang loved life. The other party might have lost all hope in life, which is why he had written "try to live well" all over the walls, these words constantly reminding him.

live.

That's it.

"There seem to be words on it."

As Lin Jue approached, he saw that there were many smaller characters between the large characters.

Some people live for ideals, for money, for passion, while others live simply to survive.

Living is already so tiring, but my dad never told me how to make it easier.

The clown's job can no longer bring joy to others, so what is the meaning of my life?

I must try my best to live. My father is surely watching over me from somewhere, and he just wants me to live a carefree life.

[It's so tiring to work hard. If you break down the word "effort" into two parts, it means you have to put in twice the effort.]

Amidst all these efforts and struggles to survive, Sun Jiankang's pain and despair are palpable. Every single word he writes screams out his resentment and grievances.

Lin Jue touched those words. Even though he had become Sun Jiankang, he was still a healthy, normal person and could not truly empathize with the other person's pain.

But he could understand and comprehend that kind of pain because he had experienced the memories of his predecessor and Yan Hui's last month. Everyone's despair is different, but the final result seems to be the same.

That's why Lin Jue tries his best to become a warm person. He wants to prove that even in this desperate era, there are still different emotions.

For example, the mutual help he has with the strange creatures; the way he extends a helping hand when he feels indignant about Liao Fan's experiences; and his desire to do everything he can to help Ya Ya, who is picking up trash...

He may not have done much, but he was doing his best. Just as he thought, if he couldn't change the tide of the times, then he would at least be the most turbulent wave.

He thought this way, and he did this way.

"Sigh." Lin Jue sighed deeply, walked out of the living room, took out the toiletries he had borrowed from the old man's store from his backpack, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

He had just started showering and hadn't even had time to apply shower gel when he suddenly heard a loud crash from the living room, as if something had fallen.

Are there other people in this house?
Lin Jue rushed out without even putting on his clothes, and the first thing he saw was the portrait that had been hanging on the wall suddenly falling to the ground.

He walked over and picked it up. The frame of the portrait was broken, and the old man in the photo seemed to be staring intently at him.

"Could it be that Sun Jiankang's father transformed into a strange entity and possessed this photo? The reason we didn't detect any black aura is because it's as peculiar as a shadow?"

"Did he realize I wasn't Sun Jiankang and try to communicate with me this way?"

Lin Jue thought to himself, trying to communicate with the portrait: "If you're in there, blink."

There was no response, but the photo seemed even darker.

Lin Jue frowned: "Could it be that I guessed wrong? Did the portrait just fall down because it had been hanging there for too long and was unstable?" He shook his head, put the portrait back, took out a lighter and lit an incense stick. After thinking for a moment, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and stuck it upside down into the incense burner.

After doing all this, Lin Jue released all the monsters from his raincoat and then lay down in Sun Jiankang's room.

"That kid is a capitalist. He goes to sleep while we're left here to protect him. I'm going to sleep too!" the old man complained.

"When it comes to capitalist exploitation, who can compare to you, sir? You'd love to squeeze every last hair off our legs." Blood Shadow finally seized the opportunity and began to retort.

The two ghosts were making a ruckus, but the female ghost in the mirror thoughtfully closed Lin Jue's bedroom door.

Lin Jue was a light sleeper. When he fell asleep, he could faintly hear the sounds of those ghosts talking and arguing outside the door, but at a certain moment the sounds suddenly stopped.

The sudden, unusual silence made Lin Jue open his eyes abruptly. He opened the door and went outside, only to find seven ghosts surrounding the living room, seemingly watching something, without making a sound.

What did you see?

Lin Jue frowned and moved closer. The old man even gave him a shushing gesture.

Why are you being so cautious?
The chef kindly gave Lin Jue an empty seat, and through that seat, Lin Jue saw a dark figure lying on the floor, holding a rag and intently wiping the floor, seemingly muttering something under his breath.

When Lin Jue saw the figure, he was slightly taken aback. He looked up at the wall and saw that the old man in the portrait still had a kind smile. The figure was the same old man in the photo.

"There's no black aura, and the figure is extremely ethereal, like a wisp of smoke. Is this some kind of eeriness or something else entirely?"

The old man continued wiping the floor, seemingly unaware that several terrifying figures were staring intently at him. This only fueled Lin Jue's curiosity. As he moved closer, he finally heard what the old man was saying.

"Hurry up and clean the floor. Once you're healthy again, you won't feel dirty anymore."

"Oh, right, and the coffee table..."

The old man seemed to remember something and hurriedly stood up. Lin Jue and the group of ghosts consciously made way for him.

The old man hurriedly walked to the area near the sofa and began tidying up. The room, which had become a bit dirty because of the commotion caused by the group of ghosts, gradually became clean again.

Lin Jue stared silently at the old man, first confirming that the old man truly could not see them, as if he existed in another dimension.

"Oh right, I also need to buy fruit for Jiankang. He loves dragon fruit the most..." After finishing cleaning, the old man suddenly walked towards the door, but before he could reach the door, his figure turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted back into the portrait.

Only then did Lin Jue speak: "What exactly is that?"

“Obsession,” He Wen replied at this moment. “It’s not even a ghost, just a lingering thought that hasn’t completely disappeared. It’s very weak, and it will even dissipate if it stays under the sun for too long.”

"These things just mechanically repeat what they wanted to do most in life. Judging from the obsession he showed just now, he probably couldn't let go of his child when he died, so he kept doing housework to try to lighten his child's burden."

Obsession?

Lin Jue could understand this term, which generally refers to a person's unfulfilled last wish before death.

He Wen's words left Lin Jue silent for a long time. Before his death, Sun Jiankang's father gave up everything for his son and built Happy Paradise Amusement Park. After his death, his biggest worry was still his sick child. Even if it was just a fragile obsession, he still wanted to take care of his son.

(End of this chapter)