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 air within the Orphanage had turned exceedingly murky, with pus oozing from the cracks in the walls and partially peeled walls revealing squirming blood and flesh ensnared by the iron chains.


It even felt like in some of these gaps, Pang Guishan's sleazy gaze was watching the outside.


having decided to start a battle, the two walking through the corridors stepped lightly, even joyfully,


Yi Chen, having found a portable audio player on one of the security guards, was now using it himself, headphones on, playing "Come And Get Your Love."


The hand axe in his right hand swung up and down, following the rhythm of the song.


The left thumb rubbed against the surface of the gun, immersing him in a somewhat exhilarated state.


Lorrian, on the other hand, was the exact opposite; he clung to the last moments of his free time, one hand holding a novel, the other stuffed in his pocket, not even bothering to look at the path.


Chapter 194 Disaster Mode