Nightmare Assault

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.@@novelbin@@

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.

It hit Fatty. It was a tongue. The ghost on his back… was licking him!

He broke out in goosebumps. His own chattering became louder than the chattering coming from behind him. If not for the wooden segment in his mouth, it would be worse. Just as Fatty was about to collapse, he finally spotted someone not far away from him. He charged forward like his life depended on it.

Fatty tapped the person’s shoulder heavily. Perhaps he was too heavy-handed. The person’s knees wobbled, and they fell to the ground. Staring at the red costume that was almost bursting and how hard the person shook, Fatty knew this was Brother You Qi. After all, You Qi was the only one who could rival him in terms of size.

The thing behind him was obedient. After he reached the destination, the bride descended from Fatty’s back and latched onto You Qi.

Fatty followed the rules. He didn’t become curious. He kept his eyes closed. He only dared to open them when the sound of footsteps faded away. He realised he was alone.

Fatty sighed in relief. He only needed to wait for the drum to announce that the play was over. Hopefully… he looked at the endless night and swallowed. Nothing happened to the Doctor.

…

After the quick footsteps, there was a trail of splashing sound. Zuo Qing moved her stiff neck and glanced at the water’s surface beside her. In the reflection, the person on her back was becoming more and more flighty. She had changed multiple poses in just a mere ten minutes. One time, Zuo Qing thought she would bite her.

However, her mental control and confidence were much higher than that of Fatty’s. She had a basic understanding of this play. The most important component was the time. If she had to make a comparison, this play was similar to the bomb game used to train soldiers’ guts. A group of soldiers sat in a circle and passed around a bomb with a burning fuse. One soldier had to toss the bomb away at the very last second. The ghost on her back was the bomb.

The bomb had to explode, and one of them had to die. What she needed to do was to ensure that the bomb didn’t explode in her hands. If possible, she wanted the bomb to go off when it was in that person’s hands… A handsome but shameless face appeared in her mind.

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.”