Chapter 51: Handprint
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 51: Handprint

The next morning, just as the sun came up, the door of Room 405 opened a small gap. Luo Yi, behind the door, looked around before turning to nod at Zhen Jianren behind him. Then, Luo Yi moved to allow Zhen Jianren to squeeze past him. The duo went out. They were very silent.

The surroundings were quiet. The people in Room 404 and 406 were still asleep. Luo Yi looked down the corridor.

The first ray of the sun hadn’t arrived. A mist enveloped them. An unsettling air permeated the situation…

Just as Zhen Jianren was about to turn around to close the door, his eyes were attracted by something. He frowned as he turned his face to it. The next second, he froze and a cold sweat dripped down his back.

There was a handprint left on the door. The redness was still bright. It was glaring. This was a bloody handprint!

The scariest thing was the fingers of the handprint were twice as long as normal fingers!

Luo Yi also discovered the handprint. His eyes bulged, and his body trembled. He lost the power of speech. It was hard to imagine such a scary character was just outside their door not too long ago. They might have tried to open their door…

“Go get some water,” Zhen Jianren growled in a low voice.

Bang! Bang!

Accompanying the knocking was Jiang Cheng’s satisfying groan. He was rolling comfortably on the ground in his underclothes. The sunlight filtered through the window. Everything was peaceful and nice.

“Fatty.” Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes. The light shone on his juicy and bouncy butts. “Don’t you think I look just like a lazy angel?”

Fatty opened the door and grumbled, “Doctor, do you have no shame?”

Behind the door were the three from Room 406. Xu Wen stood closest to the door. The scene inside the room surprised her. She looked like she was going to war. However, Jiang Cheng, who should have been the most nervous, appeared like he was on holiday.

“Miss Xu.” Jiang Cheng gasped in mock shame, “I’m so sorry. I was meditating.” Jiang Cheng pulled up his pants. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

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