He feigned madness for eighteen years, all for the power of a god.

The thought only flashed through Bai Ye's mind before he immediately dismissed it.

impossible.

There may be strange and extraordinary abilities in this world, and there may be bizarre and inconceivable things, but there is absolutely no such thing as the dead coming back to life.

At the very least, with Zhao Hongshu's strength, which is not even at the first level, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do so.

Moreover, he was completely devoured by his own "gluttony" authority, his soul and body both becoming nourishment for his advancement.

Bai Ye calmed down in a split second, her mind racing.

He claimed that Zhao Hongshu had gone on a business trip to another city.

Aside from himself, no one in the world should know that Zhao Hongshu is dead.

So, what was that voice on the phone...?

It's a scam.

A meticulously planned assassination plot specifically targeting the identity of "Zhao He"!

The other party had clearly put in a lot of effort, investigating Zhao He's background information and learning that he had a younger brother who depended on him for survival.

But their intelligence network was clearly not deep enough, and they did not know that their younger brother had become a corpse.

They wanted to use Zhao He's concern for his younger brother to lure him into a trap.

"Brother... Brother! Are you still listening?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was choked with sobs, sounding increasingly anxious and helpless.

"I...I'm in big trouble...Someone's chasing me..."

"I finally managed to escape... Brother, please come save me!"

"Where are you?"

Bai Ye's voice instantly became filled with anxiety and concern.

The person on the phone, "Zhao Hongshu," said breathlessly:

"I...I'm in that...that abandoned amusement park in the old town!"

"It's where we usually trade! I'm waiting for you under the Ferris wheel! Bro, hurry up, I'm so scared..."

"Okay! Don't be afraid! Find a place to hide! Don't come out! I'll be there soon!"

Bai Ye yelled into the phone, his anxiety almost overflowing the screen.

After hanging up the phone, he stood on the deserted street late at night.

The anxious expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

An abandoned amusement park?

They really know how to pick a location.

Such a place, remote and desolate with little surveillance, is indeed a good place to kill and bury a body.

Since someone has gone to such lengths to prepare such a grand show for themselves...

How could I not go and support them?

He was very curious to see who was so eager to kill him.

Is it the "Gospel Church" that suffered a great loss in the underworld and harbors resentment?

Or is it that high-ranking member of the Tarot Club who coveted the music box but was rejected by him?

Or perhaps... both?

A dangerous smile curved Bai Ye's lips.

Instead of taking a taxi, he turned and walked into a dark alley.

The moment the figure stepped into the shadows, it vanished without a trace, like a drop of ink merging into the night.

……

Old town, abandoned amusement park.

This place was once a dreamland for countless children, but it has been abandoned for more than a decade due to urban development.

Now, only the rusty amusement park rides remain, creaking and groaning in the night wind, as if telling tales of their former glory.

The towering Ferris wheel had long since stopped turning, and each cabin hung forlornly in mid-air, like a hanging iron cage.

Beneath the Ferris wheel, a young figure wearing a white T-shirt and jeans paced back and forth anxiously.

His appearance, height, build, and even his habitually slightly hunched back when walking are exactly the same as the real Zhao Hongshu!

If Bai Ye hadn't killed Zhao Hongshu with his own hands, he probably would have truly treated him as his younger brother.

"Why isn't he here yet... Is he starting to get suspicious?"

"Zhao Hongshu" irritably took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

His eyes and the anxious expression on his face were completely at odds; they were filled with coldness and impatience.

He was the top assassin sent by [White Dove], codenamed [Painted Skin].

His greatest skill is perfect disguise.

He can perfectly imitate anyone he has ever met.

It's not just about appearance, but also includes voice, habits, and even subtle fluctuations in extraordinary spiritual pressure.

With his unparalleled ability to disguise himself, he successfully assassinated countless targets whose strength far surpassed his own.

He even helped create the acrobat's face.

Unfortunately, that fool didn't appreciate his skills.

I actually fell for this doctor.

In his view, the target "Zhao He" was just a second-tier doctor, even if he was a bit stronger.

But in the end, it was just a "self-taught" approach.

The "Zhao Hongshu" he was to impersonate was an ordinary person who wasn't even considered an extraordinary individual.

We just need to use our brotherhood to lure Zhao He here.

Then, taking them by surprise, use a specially made, potent poison capable of paralyzing even a third-level expert...

The plan was perfect.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar.

[Painted Skin] perked up and quickly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

His face instantly switched back to an anxious and fearful expression as he looked in the direction from which the sound came.

"Brother! Brother! You're finally here!"

When he saw that familiar figure running out of the darkness.

He excitedly went to greet him, his voice trembling with relief and joy at surviving the ordeal.

The person who arrived was none other than Zhao He.

Bai Ye looked at the "younger brother" in front of him, who was exactly the same as Zhao Hongshu in appearance, voice and demeanor.

A barely perceptible glint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

This disguise technique is indeed quite sophisticated.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong role model.

"Hongshu! How are you? Are you alright?"

Bai Ye grabbed his shoulder, looked him up and down, her face full of concern.

"I'm fine, brother, I'm fine..."

Looking utterly shaken, [Painted Skin] grabbed Bai Ye's hand and tried to walk out of the amusement park:

"Brother, it's not safe here, let's go! Those people could catch up at any moment!"

In the palm of his hand lay a tiny poison needle coated with deadly venom.

The mission is complete once the skin of the white night is gently pierced during the pulling motion.

However, Bai Ye stood still, without moving.

"Go? Where to?" Bai Ye looked at him and suddenly asked.

"Of course we go home! Bro, are you crazy?"

In a moment of panic, [Painted Skin] increased the force in his hands, trying to pull Bai Ye away.

Bai Ye laughed, and that laugh sent a chill down the spine of the "Painted Skin" demon.

"go home?"

"Which home should we go back to? The clinic, or that abandoned chemical plant in the south of the city?"

[Painted Skin] Holding Bai Ye's hand, he suddenly froze.

The expression on his face froze instantly.

South of the city...an abandoned chemical plant?

[Painted Skin] was stunned, and his mind went blank for a moment:

"Brother...why did you suddenly bring up that chemical plant?"

[Painted Skin] sensed that something was wrong, and a strong sense of crisis made him instinctively want to back away.

But as soon as he tried to move, he was horrified to find that his wrist was being gripped tightly by a hand like an iron clamp.

"No need to go any further."

Bai Ye was still smiling, but that smile no longer held any trace of the warmth of an "elder brother," only a chilling killing intent remained.

"Hongshu, I happen to have a question for you."

"Do you remember... how you died in the chemical plant?"