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

The clothing of Marquis Glatoni had already been torn apart in the numerous clashes, revealing a body covered with mouths that could block any incoming attack.


Despite that, his body still bore many black cuts and bullet holes, deep and shallow, all emanating a black death aura.


The mouths around the wounds continuously stuck out tongues to lick away the black liquid and facilitate healing.


However, the Marquis wasn't paying attention to his own body,


rather, he was constantly observing his surroundings, his eyeballs moving at a high speed to catch a glimpse of that bizarre shadow that was unsettling and somehow unkillable.


with the Marquis having killed his opponent at least thirty times. But this so-called 'death' seemed ineffective; it even felt as if the one who called himself 'Yi Chen' grew more excited with each death, his speed ever increasing.


While the Marquis was engaging Yi Chen,


Chapter 601 Beheading