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

"Sacred Body?" Yi Chen heard this term for the first time.


The Archbishop approached Yi Chen and gently sniffed with his over five hundred year-old nose, actually detecting the smell of a corpse beneath the clothing, and this scent was quite complex.


"It seems that you have a deep connection with cemeteries, or shall I say, there exists some special cemetery creature within you?"


No sooner had the words fallen than the little grape popped its head out from the clothing.


The Archbishop, upon seeing this pitch-black, furry thing with eyes in its mouth, lit up with interest.


"An intriguing creation, I wonder which cemetery it originates from?"


"Seven-Day Cemetery, it's a creature cultivated by Mr. Wilbert. Before I became a gentleman, I worked there, and having been chosen by the organization, by a stroke of luck, I left the cemetery with little grape and embarked on the path of a gentleman."


"It carries not just the aura of Seven-Day Cemetery, but at least two others as well."


Chapter 334 Cursed Sacred Body