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

Duke Garirison patted his belly, feeling the burning heat brought by the deadly betting game.


After stretching his mouth wide and using his fingers to pick out the living worms between his teeth, he gave an evaluation:


"Despite throwing out such a dangerous number as 11, you still take the risk to try this.


It's clear that the dark memory hidden deep in the brain has a profound impact on you, and I too am very curious about how your 'Death Attribute' was activated."


Even a personage like the Duke, when probing Yi Chen's memory, still couldn't see clearly a segment of memory hidden in the deepest, darkest place.


Or rather, that segment of memory had been obscured by death,


much like dismembered bodies buried all over a cemetery; the true form can't be seen through external probing. Only Yi Chen, the subject himself, actively recalling and piecing together these limbs could possibly restore this memory.


Chapter 187 Pain