Demon Secret Master

Pain!

The pain was too much!

His head was hurting so much!

The images in his dream were broken and there were strange whispers. Zhou Mingrui was dreaming but only felt a headache like he was being hit hard, or like something sharp was stabbing into his temple and stirring it up constantly.

In his daze, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn around, wanted to hold his head tightly, wanted to sit up but couldn't move. His body felt paralyzed, unable to control it.

It seemed like he wasn't awake yet, still dreaming... Sometimes he would think he was awake but was actually still in a deep sleep. This was no longer strange to him, he tried to concentrate to escape the gloom and confusion.

But in this state, his will was as faint as smoke, making it difficult to concentrate. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts were still scattered, his thoughts were messy.

Why did the headache suddenly appear in the middle of the night? Could this level of pain be due to a cerebral hemorrhage?

Am I going to die soon?

I have to wake up! I have to wake up now!

Oh, it seems like the pain has lessened? But my head still feels like it's being cut into pieces by a knife.

I probably can't sleep anymore, how can I go to work tomorrow? What can I do tomorrow? With a headache like this, I definitely have to ask for leave! No need to worry about the manager nagging me!

Thinking like this, it's not bad, so I have a chance to rest for a day!

The pain gave Zhou Mingrui a little more strength. Finally, he tried to open his eyes, completely awake.

His vision was initially blurred, then covered by a layer of bright red. In front of him was a rough wooden desk. On the desk was an open notebook, the paper was rough and yellowed, a sentence was written in strange handwriting, the ink was bold and eye-catching.

On the left of the notebook was a stack of neatly arranged books, about seven or eight books. The right wall had a gray-white pipe connecting to a wall lamp.

The lamp was a classic style, half the size of an adult's head. The inside was transparent glass, the outside was black metal.

Under the off lamp was a black ink bottle illuminated by a faint red light, creating an angel-like pattern.

A new, dark-colored fountain pen was next to the ink bottle, to the right of the notebook. The pen tip glowed softly. The pen cap was next to a revolver.

Gun? Pistol?? Chu Mingrui was surprised. Everything in front of him was unfamiliar, far from his room!

In his astonishment, he realized that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and gun were all covered in red light from outside the window.

He instinctively raised his head, his eyes looking up.

In the middle of the sky, a fiery red full moon hung high, silently shining.

This... Chu Mingrui felt scared, and he stood up. But before he could stand up straight, the pain came again, making him lose strength, his body fell down, his butt hitting the chair hard.

Thud!

The pain did not stop him, Chu Minh Thuy raised his hand to press on the table and stood up, looking around in confusion.

This was a small room, with doors on both sides. Near the opposite wall was a wooden bunk bed. Between the bed and the left door was a counter cabinet, with doors opening on both sides, and drawers below.

Next to the counter cabinet was a pipe as tall as a person, also gray-white, mounted on the wall, but connected to another device.