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

As Yi Chen led Zede downstairs, Mr. Ivan, who was working on a brand-new mannequin, immediately sensed a strong, mysterious, and powerful scent of death.


"Who is the person with William? Why would he willingly take them to the important [secret chamber]? Only Qian Bosen and I should know about it.


Has that fellow been brainwashed or coerced?"


Considering the potential risks, Ivan paused his mannequin creation, changed into a two-color suit, and covered his completely charred right face with a half mask. He then walked towards the next door secret chamber, leaning on a special cane.


As he followed the hidden passage between the warehouses down to the basement, Yi Chen, who was examining the spherical relic, didn't notice his arrival.


Meanwhile, Zede, also in the basement, had removed his mask and covered his face, now blinded by black bandages.


This image immediately reminded Ivan of a familiar name.


Chapter 211 Magician Association