Nightmare Assault

Chapter 322: Quota



Chapter 322: Quota

Chapter 322: Quota

A hand fell on Fatty’s shoulder. Fatty wanted to lower his head to check out the hand, but the paper doll's head limited his visibility. Then, Fatty felt someone climb on his back. Even though he was mentally prepared, when this happened, he shivered instinctually. The face under the mask was pale.

The person who climbed on his back was extremely light... It should be the bride. After a brief hesitation, Fatty gathered his courage and started to move with the bride on his back. He only had one goal, which was to pass the bride to the next traveller as soon as possible. Then... he’d be safe. As for whom the next traveller was, he didn’t care... as long as it wasn’t the Doctor.

Fatty gritted his teeth and moved faster. To reach the next person, he tried to stick close to the edge of the lake. However, he made sure to maintain at least a five-metre distance from the water. The lake was still shrouded in fog. Fatty took a glance before turning his head back. He didn’t dare to look at the lake again.

The only thing that he was thankful for was that the bride was extremely quiet. She didn’t seem to be interested in him. Fatty was so appreciative that he almost cried. He felt lucky that he was never popular with the ladies. At the same time, he couldn’t help but be worried for the Doctor.

Suddenly, there was a splash. Fatty instantly came to. He looked down and realised he had somehow stepped into the water. The lake water had come up to his ankles. This discovery chilled his heart. Along the way, he made sure he stayed away from the lake, so how...

He glanced at the surface of the water. The next second, his heart felt like it had been squeezed. Through the reflection, he saw the veiled bride’s neck had stretched to twice its normal length. Her waist was bent so extremely backwards that it looked like it was about to snap. At the same time, a creepy sound echoed in his ears.

It sounded like... someone was chattering their teeth.

This image frightened Fatty so much that his soul almost escaped his body. He turned around and instinctively wanted to toss the thing on his back into the lake. However, he managed to halt the urge.

That would be a gross violation of the rules. Plus, the ghost appeared to be a water ghost. Fatty was wading in water. If he really dropped the ghost into the lake, he’d definitely die. Even though he was only a few steps from the shore, humans couldn’t be faster than the ghosts. He took a deep breath and slowly moved away from the lake. He retraced his steps and moved quickly.

A numbing feeling came from his neck. Something wet with a rough surface slowly moved across his skin. It was wet, tough and indescribably sticky.

Everyone who was related to Deep Red had to die.

Her father... her beloved father, died in their hands!

As she turned over the most painful page in her memory, her forehead burst with veins. She rushed to the next meeting point.

...

When the drum sounded, the scattered travellers rushed back to Jiang Cheng’s room. Fatty flew through the door. His heart only relaxed when he saw Jiang Cheng, who was casually drinking water by the table. Even though he didn’t think something would happen to the Doctor, the latter was still targeted by Butler Zhou. The fact that he didn’t realise Shi Liaozhi was a ghost initially made Fatty understand that the Doctor was only a human. He would make mistakes too.

Half an hour after the drum sounded, all the players returned, except...

“Where is Zuo Qing?” Xia Meng frowned as she looked down the door, “Why hasn’t she returned?”

An Xuan’s face was dark. He reacted quickly. He walked out and strode over to the house next door. Then, he returned.

He announced, “The woman in the painting... is gone.”


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