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

As Yi Chen's consciousness returned, the black curtain shrouding the hill also receded.


Moonlight pierced through the clouds almost immediately, singling out Yi Chen and casting a dim light over him for just a few seconds before vanishing as it was obscured by the mist.


several gentleman elites arrived one after another, accompanied by a formidable elite army that ascended the hill together.


who traveled from outside the mountain to the depths of the pit in less than three seconds, landing steadily beside Yi Chen and placing a cold undead hand on the heart area to check his physical condition.


The Aura was weak. If Yi Chen were to be treated as an ordinary person, such a physical state would have meant certain death.


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