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

"William, hurry and pack it up! This is the Inpatient Department. If a leak of death essence occurs, the consequences are unthinkable."


Under the Principal's rebuke, Yi Chen immediately snapped out of his immersed state and back to reality, quickly retracting the special Death Spine into the storage box crafted by the Principal.


Even as the spine was put away, a slight dispersal of black fog still floated around the sickroom.


The current setting was an absolutely silent sickroom without any external disturbances. Although the Principal's attire was somewhat eye-catching, it could be easily ignored.


Summoning his little grape, Yi Chen used his best Pupil Skill to scrutinize the black fog in the air and immediately discovered the essence that constituted the mists.


A colony of pitch-black bacilli with bizarre flagella, these bacteria twined around each other and continuously emitted traces of black fog from within, hence appearing like mist to the naked eye.


360 chapters Companion