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 purple haze was dense, and a liquid similar to sweat just brushed past the eye sockets of the Parasite.


Through the magnifying effect of the droplets of sweat, the exhausted Nash actually saw a dark room through the narrow crack in the wall,


not the Aquarium where Yi Chen had once been locked up, but an unseen secret area.


However, since the crack was so small, Nash could only glimpse some dim, dark bookshelves, a desk, and a few experimental vessels.


Just as he tried to get a clearer view,


the familiar scent, accompanied by the sound of leather shoes approaching, approached from beside him, carrying a steaming bowl of instant noodles.


As Nash glanced sideways, a familiar smile entered his eyes, but the purple haze obscured the top part of the face.


"Nash, you're very dedicated~ I guess only you can keep up with Yi Chen's movements.


Chapter 741 Warning