I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 562 - 223: Dream Tapir Amulet, Advancing the Second Stage (5k)_3
"Oh, that’s fine then. Can you help me ask if it’s possible to get a Dream Tapir Amulet? As for the price, just go with Old Meng’s price and deduct it directly from Old Meng’s account. How about that?"
"That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll ask for you." Zhuge Wanjun agreed immediately upon hearing the price.
If you pay cash, there’d definitely be none, but if it’s deducted from Old Meng’s account, that’s a different story.
After hanging up, Zhuge Wanjun made another call.
"Hello, Brother Meng, I’m guessing you’re not busy right now. I wanted to ask you about something."
"What’s up? Just say it." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Brother Meng, do you still have any Amulets left?"
"Huh, who’s asking for it? Even got you to make the call?"
"It has to be someone really important, and the price they’re offering is very fair. That’s the only reason I dared ask you."
The other side said to go with Old Meng’s price, and the payment can be deducted straight from Old Meng’s account.
Totally straightforward, whatever you want, just go get it from Old Meng.
Most people couldn’t give such a generous offer."
The other person thought for a moment, then said,
"Alright, there’s only one left, do you want to come get it, or should I send it to you?"
"I’ll come get it."
Hanging up, Zhuge Wanjun left South Wall Law Firm, drove herself to an old residential district in Yu State.
After parking in the lot, she walked several more minutes before arriving at a six-story self-built house. There was a sign hanging there, reading "Meng Family Insomnia Recuperation Clinic."
She entered like she’d done this many times before, greeted the girl at the front desk, and waited in the office on the second floor.
Before long, a man wearing glasses and dressed in a white shirt and black suit walked in.
He pulled out a fingernail-like object from his pocket and handed it to Zhuge Wanjun.
"That’s the only one for this year. I’m only making an exception for you—anyone else asks, and I tell them I’ve got none. Don’t tell anyone you got it from me."
"I get it, don’t worry, I’ll transfer the payment straight to your account."
The man nodded, closed the door, and lowered his voice.
"There’s something I need to warn you about."
"What is it?"
"Lately I’ve sensed someone who’s mastered high-level Dream-Entering Technique has shown up. And their target seems to be someone inside the Scorching Sun Department’s base. I didn’t dare get close. Didn’t want to get caught up in it.
When that person used the Dream-Entering Technique, there was no soul fluctuation, no soul imprint left at all. They cleaned up their tracks really well.
I think something’s about to happen. You should be careful."
The man stretched out his hand, one of his fingers morphing into a sharp claw, and wrote a rune in Zhuge Wanjun’s palm.
"That’s a little freebie. Not as good as the Amulet, but it’ll be enough for a year or so without trouble."
"Thanks." Zhuge Wanjun’s expression turned serious and she thanked him.
Since Wen Yan reached out wanting an Amulet, she herself felt that something was probably about to go down too.
Leaving the clinic, she called her assistant.
"Hey, Sasha, I need to go to Virtue City."
Half an hour later, Zhuge Wanjun was in a car heading for Virtue City.
The assistant she’d just hired was at the wheel, while she hugged her laptop, contacting other people, seeing if anyone else knew anything.
A whole bunch of different rumors were circulating.
Like this one plant that stops work during the day and works at night—it’s not some environmental issue, or illegally dumping at night. The factory owner is just really smart.
Lately there’ve been tons more ghosts, and that owner somehow recruited a team of ghosts to do night shifts.
No need to pay wages, don’t have to worry about work accidents—just burn a few sticks of incense every day and it’s all good.
With this slick move, he managed to revive a factory that was basically bankrupt, with almost all the workers laid off.
There’s also a Demon saying there’s this ghost up-and-coming online creator who used to do special effects. This guy pretends he isn’t dead, still takes jobs, and now he’s recruiting suitable Demons and ghosts for footage, planning to make a killing from clients who want special effects."
Apparently, some clients have already gotten demo footage, were very satisfied with his skills and price, and even paid part of the fee up front.
Zhuge Wanjun browsed through all these bizarre stories, wondering what legal risks might be lurking in here.
The more she thought, the more her head hurt. Times were changing so fast—even she was struggling to keep pace.
After getting off the highway, Zhuge Wanjun finally looked up.
"Head to the northside villa district in Virtue City."
Misha, who was driving, got such a fright her hands shook, almost swerving off the road.
"Boss..."
"Don’t be scared. Come on, don’t say I never gave you a chance. I’m just going there to deliver something. That’s my biggest client over there—I’ll introduce you. Once you show your face, you can settle in Virtue City without worry. No need to jump at shadows all day."
"Can I not be scared..." Misha felt her legs were so weak she could barely press the gas pedal.
For a good while, Misha finally summoned a bit of courage, pressed the accelerator lightly, and kept the car at an absolutely safe speed toward the northside.
When they got close to the villa area and saw those decorations hanging from the streetlights, her face turned deathly pale.
Stopping at the entrance to the villa district, Misha took a deep breath, got out, and did her best not to look up.
She followed Zhuge Wanjun to the door of Wen Yan’s home.
Glancing back a little, she saw Old Zhao’s Villa—and from just that sense, she knew, without a doubt, that was the now-infamous Big Intersection.
Now widely known as the only fixed Big Intersection, and also the most dangerous Underworld Road entrance.
The Forbidden Big Intersection.
Not just ghosts—even other different races were afraid to get close anymore.
With her head slightly lowered, Misha listened to Zhuge Wanjun making a delivery, and suddenly heard her own name.
"This is my assistant, she’s handling our local business in Virtue City. Brought her today to look around, get familiar faces."
Misha looked up—and suddenly felt as if a blazing sun appeared before her eyes. At just one glance, her eyelids rolled back and she collapsed to the ground.
