This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

The afternoon class continued until 6 o'clock, still following the difficult subject from yesterday. Because the students still had many details to complete, Lin Jue had to maintain yesterday's expression and emotions, sitting there for three whole hours.

To his surprise, Bi Zheng seemed to have resolved his inner conflict and started working. Rough facial features began to appear on the blank head sculpture from yesterday.

However, the position of the facial features was not in the center, but on the right side of the cheek, vaguely showing the approximate outline of Wang Tianshu.

He should have applied his inspiration and started to complete the most perfect work in his mind.

This strange sculpture naturally attracted the attention of many people. While the students were surprised that Bi Zheng had started working again, they also began to doubt his ability, after all, the position of the facial features of this sculpture was obviously wrong.

That teacher stood behind Bi Zheng with a frown, watching for a long time, but in the end, he didn't say a word. In any case, it was a good thing that this talented student had started working again.

The wrong position of the facial features may just be because he was out of practice, and he would slowly pick up his talent again with practice in the future.

At half past six, Lin Jue once again sneaked into the cafeteria. The food in the university cafeteria was much cheaper than outside. As an unemployed vagrant, he should spend when he should spend, and save when he should save.

He ordered one meat dish and one vegetable dish and walked towards Bi Zheng, who was sitting in the corner.

Bi Zheng was eating alone. Many students who passed by avoided him as if he were a plague god. Bi Zheng's aloofness was not because of his strange ability, but because he simply had no friends.

Before, because of his sculpting talent, he was in the limelight, so he looked very positive and sunny, covering up his loneliness. Now that his talent was covered in dust, that loneliness was revealed, surfacing on the surface.

Because he had no friends, no one could listen to his pain. Also, because he had no friends, he would run to the welfare home whenever he was free, and he would only show a happy side when playing with the children there.

However, making friends is a two-way choice. It's just a choice for others not to be friends with Bi Zheng, there is no right or wrong.

"You… this meat looks… pretty delicious." Lin Jue sat down opposite Bi Zheng, picked up the last piece of preserved vegetable and pork from the other's plate and put it in his mouth: "Melt-in-your-mouth… the cafeteria auntie cooks really well…"

"…" Bi Zheng looked up at Lin Jue speechlessly, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. Compared to others who always accommodated him because of his physical condition, he preferred this feeling, that he was really being treated as an ordinary person.

"You… when you speak, you clearly don't sound like this… why do you have to speak so haltingly?" He lowered his voice and asked the question in his heart.

Clearly, "Zhou Yue" spoke very normally, but the habit of speaking changed when he changed his face.

"This is cultivation… A thousand people, a thousand faces. Changing identities is not just an external change… but also a change from the inside out…" Lin Jue explained while shoveling rice into his mouth.

This sentence was also his motto when he entered the acting profession. In his previous life, he had suffered a lot in order to better fit various roles.

… …

At seven o'clock, Lin Jue walked out of the academy alone.

As soon as he left the school gate, he felt something was wrong. It seemed like someone was hiding in the dark, spying on him. That gaze was very sinister, like a hyena hiding in the grass, waiting for the prey to relax its vigilance and kill it with one blow.

He pretended to bend down to tie his shoelaces, but in reality, he looked back through the gap between his legs.

Near a newspaper stand not far from the academy gate, there were two furtive figures standing there.

It was those two guys from the New World.

Unlike yesterday, the left sleeves of these two guys were empty, as if their left hands had been violently torn off. It seemed that they had been punished for taking back a false message to report yesterday.

"Did these two guys realize that I was fooling them and want to attack me first?"

Lin Jue untied his shoelaces and retied them, then pretended to be nonchalant and walked towards the bus stop.

While waiting for the bus, he saw the two guys hiding across the street, lurking in the shadows, staring at him intently.

Only after he got on the bus did the two men stop a taxi and slowly follow behind.

"I hope these two can restrain themselves. It's not easy to make a move where there are many people. Yangtao Street is a no-man's land, the most suitable place to make a move."

Lin Jue took out his phone and leisurely browsed the news, even thoughtfully considering the place to attack for them.

At 8:10 p.m., Lin Jue got off the bus at Yangtao Street East Station. He saw the shopkeeper grandpa was struggling to pull the rolling shutter door with an iron hook, and walked up very enthusiastically: "Grandpa… Grandpa, let me do it."

"No, young man, who are you?" The grandpa looked confused. He hadn't seen Wang Tianshu's face and didn't know when another living person had popped out.

"Grandpa, go back quickly… Don't come out no matter what sounds you hear later…" Lin Jue closed the rolling shutter door and urged the other party to go home quickly.

The grandpa was even more confused. After the strange living person walked not far away, he saw a taxi drive in and stop beside him.

The taxi driver's face was pale, as if he had been coerced into driving. Only after two tightly wrapped strange people got out of the car did the taxi drive out of Yangtao Street as if fleeing for its life.

Seeing the two strange people, the grandpa's pupils shrank sharply. He sensed a very terrifying aura from these two people, an aura belonging to his kind, and a very strong one.

The two people also noticed the grandpa at the same time, and one of them gave a light 'huh' sound: "This guy seems to be a wraith."

"Just an old, weak, sick and disabled one. Even if he is a wraith, he's just a waste. Let's catch that hateful brat first!" The other person's voice was cold, and the empty sleeve of his left hand swayed in the wind, making him even more murderous.

After they went back to report last night, they were scolded by that lord as idiots, and one of their left hands was torn off.

Only when the severe pain of the severed arm swept through the nerves of their bodies did they realize that they had been tricked, which made them hate to the point of madness, wishing they could catch the guy who had teased them, tear off his fingers and limbs one by one, and let him die in despair.

"Go, don't lose him." After a low shout, the two followed the figure in the distance.

After walking for a while, one of them frowned slightly as he looked around Yangtao Street: "Lao Qi, have you noticed that this place is a bit too quiet? There are so many buildings, but there is no light at all, it seems like no living people live here."

"Is that kid so bold? Does he dare to live here alone?"

He vaguely realized something was wrong. As people from the New World, they were both driving a fierce wraith, and now the wraith they were driving in their bodies was starting to get restless, issuing a warning.

It seems that many wraiths have died on this street.