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

30km outside Levinhome, nestled between streams,


a power car integrated with the highest technology of the power station was completely scrapped due to Death's erosion, and thrown into the nearby woods.


A colorful mask lay on a stone by the stream,


a woman with deep brown short hair that brushed her ears was splashing the clear river water on her face, her thin, slightly red lips completely drenched, even with a few droplets clinging to them.


No matter how much she washed, however, the Red Lotus Mark under her left eye did not fade in the slightest.


After a quick wash, she put on the mask and carried a full bucket of water made of flesh into the nearby woods.


Though the yellow components fused into the clothing helped sew the flesh together, the continuous use of "Dead Man Makeup" and the inhalation of black fog brought unbearable bodily cuts to Yi Chen.


Even the regenerative essence of the "Black Umbilical Cord" had been drained.


Chapter 247: The Opportunity for Three People