The Gentleman at the End
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.
Chapter 112: Heading to the Church
Deep within the Church.
The elderly Bishop awoke from his seat, and the black-robed assistant beside him also sensed something.
"I hadn't expected the Village Chief, who was bestowed the 'Newborn Umbilical Cord', to be killed... He could have been one of us, a participant in the final ceremony.
Wasn't the intruder in the village area completely dealt with, Theodore?"
The black-robed assistant, with a face full of shock, said:
"Impossible, the 'Final Sacrifice' has been duly arranged, imprisoned in the ceremonial area.
As for his teammate, I clearly shattered his heart, and I distinctly felt the Death Aura oozing from the corpse, which was then taken by the Village Chief to the factory for disposal.
Beyond those two, no one else has transcended the high wall.
Could it be some special Patients causing mischief in secret?"