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

even though the bedding here had a strange odor, she still sat on the bunk as soon as she could, making the most of this free time.


"William, I've found that you don't always practice what you preach~ Back in the corridor, you said we should avoid trouble, yet now you've chosen to stay in this strange inn. What exactly are you thinking?"


Yi Chen, pondering at the wooden table, answered:


"Because the scene at the exit of the passage was very different from what I anticipated, I want to understand the essence of this inn and the nature of these parasites, as well as what they really want to do.


The forms we took on just a moment ago were those of 'the Dead' and 'the Cancer patients',


logically speaking, we are entirely qualified to engage in related activities in the Old World, and our backing is very clear.


If these parasites still try some tricks during our stay or even attempt to kill us, we can infer two things:


Chapter 397: The Inn's Cuisine