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 form of "Eye Collector.Gemhar," into which Little Grape had transformed, paced anxiously back and forth and stomped its foot among the stone houses,


The eye threads it had released reported back that the poor Marin Gentleman had been beheaded and killed, but they had successfully captured a rough overview of the situation at the Sunshine Hotel.


The special grape embedded in the gentleman's eye socket transmitted a high-definition panoramic image of the lobby back to Little Grape.


Yi Chen was hanging from surgical thread on the ceiling, looking nearly dead, and his opponent was actually a gentleman corpse that had transcended the limit of man.


Whether it was range, destructive power, or precision, all reached a higher standard—anyone approaching the hotel would be sliced by the surgical thread and infected with the Death Plague effect.


Chapter 241 Tide of Eyes