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

One of the purposes of this trip out of the city was to receive private guidance from Yellow Skin.


Since Yellow Skin couldn't be exposed, it was naturally necessary to choose an area that was remote and not under the Organization's surveillance.


As Yi Chen pondered this problem, an answer quickly came to mind.


The carriage passed through a ruinous, uninhabited city, where one could still vaguely discern the outbreak of a strange plague from the ruins.


And there was an abandoned clinic, built alone among the hills on the outskirts of the city.


When the three people got out of the carriage, Yi Chen also used his Madness Brain to fuzz the coachman's memories of the day.


Climbing to the top of the hill in the countryside,


they saw a broken and thorny hollow gate, and high grass mixed with rats and insects. Hanging in front of the corresponding building was that silver doorplate—"Twilight Clinic".


Chapter 348 Mental Special Training