This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 163 A Very Slow Friend
At noon the next day, Lin Jue sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice the newly acquired skills for the first time.

【Real fire furnace】

This technique is an advanced version of the Quenching Technique. It is based on the flame of the Quenching Technique, transforming the body into a copper furnace, hammering the blood and energy, bringing a double increase in strength and defense.

The flames instantly rose up, completely enveloping his body. Runes emerged from his flesh, emitting a golden-red glow like the sun, which contrasted with the golden bones in his body.

His entire body was stained with a layer of golden color, just like a piece of gold mixed with impurities thrown into a blazing furnace. Under the high temperature, the impurities were removed and evaporated, leaving only the purest and flawless gold.

After a long time, the flames slowly went out. Lin Jue opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

The blood and energy in his body burst out, like an ancient mountain that had fallen to the ground and stood up again, majestic and magnificent.

Lin Jue felt the changes in himself, his expression showing a bit of joy: "It is worthy of being an advanced version of the mental method. The improvement it brings is indeed obvious. In just one hour, my strength has increased by one tenth. After ten days, will my strength be doubled?"

He now has a strength of one thousand kilograms. If it is doubled, it will be two thousand kilograms. Once it fully explodes, he can turn into a human-shaped bulldozer.

After putting the necessary things into his backpack, Lin Jue went out again and bought a large bag of snacks on credit under the murderous gaze of an old man.

"It's not like I won't return it, why are you staring at me?"

Lin Jue looked heartbroken: "Master, I have given you so many benefits, it's okay for you to take some things."

"I could have been a quiet old salesman, but you made me eat rotten meat. What good would that do?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this, but as soon as he did, the old man became furious and drove Lin Jue out with a palm-leaf fan.

An hour later, Lin Jue arrived at the Little Red Flower Welfare Home.

What surprised him was that Liao Fan did not sit alone this time, but participated in the games of other children. Although he seemed a little embarrassed, his laughter still blended with that of other children.

Lin Jue didn't bother him, but sat quietly on the steps nearby. Teacher Zhang noticed him, came over, and said with a smile, "Doctor Zhou, are you here to see Liao Fan again?"

"I said I'd take him to get a haircut last time, but I haven't done it yet. I might as well take him out for some fun." Lin Jue responded with a smile, picking up the snacks and candies. "I just got my salary yesterday, and I bought some things for the kids."

Teacher Zhang took the item and asked, "Has Bi Zheng contacted you recently? I haven't been able to get through to him on the phone for several days."

"I went to the school to see him just two days ago. His work is finished and has been put on display. I planned to take Liao Fan to see it today." Lin Jue had thought of an excuse before coming. "But he told me that he still has many works to complete and he wants to catch up on what he missed before."

After saying that, he added, comfortingly: "It's a good thing that Bi Zheng can figure it out. Let's not bother him."

"Okay." Teacher Zhang nodded helplessly. It was a good thing that Bi Zheng could figure it out. If he could get out of the quagmire of the past, it would be okay even if he never came to the welfare home again.

Lin Jue sighed silently in his heart. The fact of Bi Zheng's death would definitely not be hidden from Teacher Zhang for long. The other party would know the truth sooner or later after being out of contact for a long time. All he could do now was to extend this time.

After the game was over, Lin Jue took Liao Fan out of the welfare home. He first took the child to get a handsome flat haircut, and then bought some autumn clothes.

"Where are we going?" Sitting on the bus, Liao Fan looked up at Lin Jue curiously.

There was less pain and caution in those little eyes, and more innocence and childishness.

"There is a sculpture exhibition at the art museum today. Uncle has a friend's work in it, and I want to go and take a look." Lin Jue touched Liao Fan's head and explained briefly. He didn't want to tell the child about Bi Zheng, so he didn't say much.

Liao Fan was a very smart child, and he was particularly sensitive to other people's emotions. He noticed the disappointment in Lin Jue's tone, so he didn't ask any more questions and lowered his head to study the newly bought toys.

Almost a week later, Lin Jue came to the art gallery again.

After Bi Zheng committed suicide, he went to the warehouse to take out the last work, and contacted the woman he had rescued from her husband before, wanting to ask if there was any way to put this work in the art gallery.

Unexpectedly, the woman's father was the general manager of the art gallery, so the other party included the work in the exhibition hall without any hesitation.

Today is the exhibition hall's quarterly exhibition.

Lin Jue bought two tickets and took Liao Fan in. There were obviously more people in the art gallery today than before.

When we arrived at the sculpture exhibition hall, it was already crowded with people. Lifelike sculptures were displayed on the stands, while Bi Zheng's work was placed in the corner. Almost no one would stop to look at this cracked sculpture.

This most perfect work in Bi Zheng's mind seems to be unable to gain recognition from the world for the time being.

Lin Jue stood quietly in front of the sculpture, looking at the three faces with different expressions on them.

There was no information about the sculpture on the stand, nor the name of the sculptor, just a blank.

Since this work was completed by Bi Zheng, all the information above should be filled in by him.

Liao Fan stared at the face on the sculpture, then turned to look at Lin Jue: "There's a look of you on it too."

"Yes, this is the work of the friend I told you about. I was his model for a while." Lin Jue squatted down, smiling, and asked, "Do you like this sculpture?"

Liao Fan thought about it and finally shook his head: "This sculpture makes me feel very painful. Look at that painful face, it's the most carefully carved one."

He pointed at Wang Tianshu's face and said, "Teacher Zhang once said that an article often reflects the author's emotional state. I think the person who carved this must have been very sad."

Lin Jue followed his words and carefully observed the three faces, discovering many details that he had not noticed before. It was indeed as Liao Fan said, Wang Tianshu's face had the most details, and every facial line and brow wrinkle was perfectly restored.

"You kid, you always talk like an adult." He patted Liao Fan's head gently.

"Why didn't your friend come?" Liao Fan blinked, unable to hide his curiosity.

"He..." Lin Jue turned to look at the sculpture and smiled helplessly: "He had some things to deal with. My uncle tried to persuade him at the time, but he was very stubborn and didn't listen to me."

"Then will he come back?"

Lin Jue picked up Liao Fan and pinched his nose: "Yes, but his movements are very slow..."

"But I think he will come back one day."

(End of this chapter)