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Nightmare Assault Chapter 322: Quota (Teaser)
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 t
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