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

Vice President Evatt, exuding the demeanor of a gentleman, stood upright at the center of the lobby, his back hand carrying an abandoned pocket watch. Through precise manipulation of the threads, he adjusted the hands, practicing fine control while feeling the flow of time.


Quietly waiting for Yi Chen's complete death.


During the wait, a figure suddenly darted from the hotel entrance,


Evatt's brows furrowed, thinking it was gentleman reinforcements coming for him, he swiftly raised his hand… whoosh! The sharp surgical thread, like a chopper, sundered the figure's head at the doorway.


the surgical thread wrapped around the torso and head, pulling it in front of the vice president.


It was merely an ordinary gentleman, responsible for patrolling the cemetery area, whose eyeballs still rotated and stared intently at his opponent even after being decapitated.


Chapter 240 Black Liquid