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 didn't immediately reach for the book; instead, he checked his brain, consciousness space, and other spiritually related areas, to ensure he hadn't been invaded by that evil notion,


even testing himself to see if his foundational human nature had been shaken.


Just then, a voice came from deep within his brain:


"William, didn't I say beforehand that I would behead you if you were tainted by 'Evil'? You just need to touch your neck to see if there's a wound, no need to be in such a rush to check.


'Evil' isn't all-pervasive; it only seeps in when a person is willing to face evil."


"Being passively receptive to 'Evil' isn't dreadful because such evil cannot take control, just like me."


"Okay, speaking of which, Yi Chen, how is your body doing?"


"You actually care about people, huh? Since I chose to give it up, naturally I have a way to get it back. As for your eye, that's a bit more troublesome.


Chapter 723: Stories and Books