Nightmare Assault No Chapter 257: Transmigration

Chapter 257: Transmigration

After a short but intense resistance, Jiang Cheng laid on the bed honestly. However, he didn’t take the large bed, only the small one. Fatty was lucky enough to be given the big bed, but he laid along the edge. Xia ng slept at the centre of the big bed. The trio had a harmonious ti.

As the ti ticked by, Fatty, who didn’t plan to fall asleep, started to feel sleepy. Then, he couldn’t rember anything after that.

He sat up in bed. The light grey mist enveloped him. He morised the location of all the furnitures in the room but currently, only their silhouettes remained. The scariest thing was he was alone. The Doctor and Xia ng were gone. He left the bed like a zombie. He opened the door and walked down the European-style stairs. His steps were unusually clear.

He took one last turn and looked up. There was a black door on the wall before him. He stumbled towards it.

When he opened his eyes again, the light around him was blinding. It took him so ti to get used to the view. He believed he was in so kind of inn. Not a modern hotel, but… the inn from wuxia films.

He was lying on the wooden bed with carving. The pillow was made with wood. It was high on both ends. There was a soft cushion in the middle. Everything around him looked classical. A small and squat wooden table was not far from him. A few dark colored chairs were placed around it.

There was a teapot with a sharp spout on the table. Around the teapot were several old teacups. The door was the wooden door used in period pieces. The upper part was covered in a layer of paper, the kind you could poke through with so force.

There was a rack behind the door. A yellowed bronze mirror hung on the top. On the bottom of the rack was a small basin with water. It was probably for the guest to wash themselves. He looked to the side and noticed a clothes rack. There were so towels hanging from him. The towels were frayed.

In conclusion, this was a well-constructed wuxia-thed hotel. At least from Fatty’s perspective, nothing looked out of pl

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