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

This headbutt was so reckless that Yi Chen's own forehead cracked open.


The front of Teacher Fang's face caved in completely, the shattered bones even piercing into the brain, but still, it didn't cause death… Just like Moon Scar's guess, the opponent's weakness wasn't the organs, but the fundamental iron chains within.


Taking advantage of the 'intimate contact' provided by the headbutt,


Yi Chen buried his face into the recess of the other's visage… to be exact, he probed into Teacher Fang's skull, conducting 'internal spying' with the vision provided by the small grape. And what he saw was shocking.


Teacher Fang's body was not human at all,


Iron chains, gears, and all sorts of bearings, it was completely a metal life encased in blood and flesh, it was even the living core of the Art Hall.


the internal spying quickly found Teacher Fang's true core.


Chapter 189 Snap Off