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 smoothly and cleanly severed head slid horizontally off the neck,


dropping between the legs without any flipping...


The sound resembled a whole block of tofu slapping against the ground.


This was the first time Yi Chen witnessed a companion die before his eyes in this world, and he was utterly powerless to do anything.


This time, however, the call for the name received no response, and even though not a drop of blood had splattered on Yi Chen, his vision had filtered out all color, leaving only black and white.


Staring through the gap between Barry's legs, which still stood erect, Yi Chen gazed at the fallen head on the ground, rooted to the spot with no intention of fleeing.


Or rather, from the moment his toes and the tip of his nose had been cut off,


Chapter 236 Facing Death