Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 543 - 361. A Stroke of Genius, The Death of Mr. X

JICA Headquarters.

"Knock! Knock!

Standing at the center of the room, Zhang Hehua was naked. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She felt her heart pounding like a drum.

She was very anxious.

"Huff!"

She kept feeling like the air was getting thicker, making every breath a struggle.

Four strange black candles were placed on the floor, burning with eerie pale green flames.

They formed a square around her, with her standing right at the center.

Though there wasn’t a breath of wind in the room, the candle flame seemed alive, gently flickering from time to time.

The original light in the room was still alright.

But ever since those candles were lit, the surrounding seemed swallowed by darkness, with only the area within a meter of the candles still illuminated.

Zhang Hehua felt the layer of pale yellow ointment on her skin alternating between cold and warm.

The sensation of alternating between icy and fiery made her extremely uncomfortable.

But this was the mysterious man’s request, so she had to endure it despite being unable to endure.

"Ah~"

Zhang Hehua let out a muffled cry.

Just now, her right thigh suddenly felt hot as if burned by a cigarette butt, and she couldn’t help but scream.

A short while ago.

Following the mysterious man’s instructions, Zhang Hehua took the elevator from the parking lot, reaching the sixth floor and entered the restroom.

In one of the stalls, she sat on a bucket as instructed for about ten seconds, suddenly feeling a blur before her eyes.

The stall disappeared.

Instead, a room filled with clutter and dust appeared.

A wooden box appeared at her feet.

The mysterious man’s voice echoed in her ear: "Open it!"

Zhang Hehua obediently complied.

She opened the wooden box and immediately saw several items.

Four foul-smelling black candles; a rough stone bowl containing pale yellow grease;

and a palm-sized golden mask, engraved with intricate, delicate patterns.

Zhang Hehua picked it up and weighed it, confirming it was true gold because of its heavy weight.

This thing seemed to have some age, clearly an antique.

Just a second later.

"Arrange the candles into a square and then remove all clothing, apply the ointment on your body!" The mysterious man’s orders came again.

Zhang Hehua was a bit dazed.

Why undress?

She knew well that this wasn’t because he wanted to see her naked; a woman’s intuition told her the mysterious man had no interest in her whatsoever.

Zhang Hehua had just arranged the black candles, which eerily self-ignited, plunging the room into darkness, scaring her greatly.

She swiftly disrobed, using the stone bowl to apply the ointment all over her body.

At this moment.

Zhang Hehua vaguely sensed there’s something slowly crawling in the surrounding deep darkness.

Some indescribable sounds, like whispers or the wind, drilled into her ears from all directions.

She couldn’t discern whether these were real sounds or hallucinations caused by excessive nervousness.

Zhang Hehua’s skin prickled with goosebumps, her scalp almost ready to explode.

The ointment began to mutate, cooling at times and warming at others.

The creeping entities in the dark swiftly disappeared.

The whispers around her calmed down.

Despite her shock, understanding dawned within Zhang Hehua’s mind: "The black candles and the ointment possess supernatural powers.

The black candles attract certain dreadful things, while the ointment protects me from being dragged into the dark."

Originally, she held a bit of intent to seduce the mysterious man, but now that innocent thought vanished without a trace.

Such a person is too frightening!

"Pick up the mask and wear it!"

The mysterious man’s command came again.

Zhang Hehua obediently used her hands to pick up the mask, tentatively placing it on her face.

The cold metallic touch made her feel a bit more clear-headed.

A moment later.

She felt a sharp pain in her forehead, as if a drill was boring into it.

"Ah!"

Zhang Hehua let out a scream.

The next moment.

A horrifying vision appeared.

Thick blood surged from the ground, transforming into a vast blood mist, turning the place into a blood ocean.

Zhang Hehua was terrified, instinctively wanting to take off the golden mask.

But she lost all control over her limbs, yet her consciousness still remained.

This feeling was extremely terrifying.

Zhang Hehua moved like a zombie, wandering between the four candles.

No one knows how long had passed.

"Boom!"

Zhang Hehua heard a thunderous roar, immediately awakening her.

The blood mist began to swirl madly, and a blood-colored shadow suddenly emerged from the mist.

Judging by the outline, the blood shadow resembled a male holding a strange short stick.

Zhang Hehua clearly sensed that the blood shadow’s gaze at her was filled with desire.

Its gaze seemed to materialize, where it glanced, goosebumps rose in that area.

The gaze lingered longer on her chest.

Shocked, a thought flashed in Zhang Hehua’s mind: "Could I have encountered a Pervert Demon?"

She mistook the shadow for the legendary Devil, assuming the demon was attracted to beauty and thus believed it was a Pervert Demon.

Just then.

The mysterious man’s voice suddenly rang out: "You did very well!"

As soon as the words fell.

The blood mist retreated swiftly.

The blood shadow was swept away.

Zhang Hehua regained control over her body, removing the golden mask as quickly as possible.

God damn it!

Scared the hell out of me!

The black candles continued to emit green flames, and the boundless darkness persisted enveloping the surroundings.