Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

The manager of Cold Lake Cemetery, the limping Field.


Upon seeing this elder, everyone instinctively became alert.


Even the little grape in Yi Chen's body immediately shut its mouth and hid deeper.


"The disconcerting sensation of burial sitting heavily, these guys in charge of managing cemeteries are all just as uncomfortable. Try not to expose me; I don't want to interact with this old man... Moreover, his grape is about to go bad, as if it's been soaked in water for too long."


Yi Chen also felt a moist, burial-like sensation emanating from the elder, as if a moment of inattention would see them thrown into a river of corpses.


The single document the old man threw on the dining table meant the captains of the three squads had to crowd together to examine it.


The document was indeed detailed, analyzing the three "rooted pathogens" of the Natural Grey Zone and then providing a corresponding difficulty rating. A brief summary followed:


Chapter 151: Route Selection