Nightmare Assault Chapter 82: Start Your Performance

Staying…

Drowned in his memory, he subconsciously struck a match. The small fire danced. The wisp of smoke rose. The past surfaced in his heart. The broken, pained or fearful faces danced before his eyes. People with tattered clothes knelt before him helplessly. They cried and begged the man before them to let them live.

Zhou Taifu enjoyed this feeling. He was like God, holding the fate of the humans beneath him. He was propped up on the pedestal by the lowly humans who could only prostrate before him. The next second, there was a pop, and then, the lifeless bodies slumped to the ground. The sound was so melodious.

“Cough… Cough…”

Zhou Taifu’s eyes narrowed, and he started to cough violently. The images of his memory cracked and then shattered. He stared at the lit cigarette in his mind. His eyes twitched involuntarily. The familiar scent pulled at his nostrils…

Sang Jiji!

No, it was Death Grass! The cigarette was mixed with Death Grass! However, he was not in the rainforest… How could this be?

While he was in extreme fear, there was a light from the corner of his eyes. It was near the wall. He seemed to be drawn towards it. He took deliberate steps towards it. He knelt down and realised it was a wrinkled piece of wallpaper. Due to the moisture, the corner of the wallpaper curled up to reveal the reflective object underneath. He reached out to peel the wallpaper back further. There was… a giant mirror behind it. It was almost half his height. He couldn’t tell how wide the mirror was, but it was definitely wider than it was tall.

Due to the mist, the mirror was unclear. Zhou Taifu started at his blurry reflection and felt like he couldn’t recognise himself. In his panic, he moved his gaze away. At the corner of the mirror, a few notes were pasted. He stood up and pulled them down. There were words written on the back of the notes. They looked like the handwriting of a quiet and obedient girl. This was a girl’s diary. He didn’t know why the pages were pasted there.

He read through the pages one by one. Slowl

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