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

Archbishop Yaleris stood by quietly watching everything unfold and also noticed Yi Chen using "Ash Eye" to touch the corpse, but he did not say much.


The body of "War Iron Blood - Bartosh Daler" cracked and collapsed completely covered in ember fissures, and the scattered ashes were sucked into a vortex-like palm through a mouth hidden between the pupils.


What collapsed here was just the physical body itself; Daler's vascular system remained unaffected, preserved intact... even relying on metal blood vessels, it still sketched out a human form.


In the depths of these perfectly arranged, time-tested Deep Iron blood vessels, or rather, the source of all blood vessels,


the "heart" that originally belonged to Instructor Daler had actually regained vitality and was subtly throbbing!


Chapter 391: The New Residence of Little Grape