The old man felt more and more uncomfortable. He did not know when he would turn into a mindless zombie just like his wife.
Without wasting any time, the old man brought a plate and walked towards Yang Shao. He began to cut Yang Shao's thigh with a knife. The bloody pieces of meat were placed on the plate.
The fire caused by the toppled candle was almost extinguished, so the old man no longer paid any attention to it. Instead, he continued to cut up Yang Shao.
"You're really impatient. You even bit me. It's not easy to get fresh meat. You really miss your freedom, don't you?"
"I guess it's inevitable. You were never the type to stay idle. Anyway, your meal will be ready soon. After this, you'll have to find your own food," said the old man regretfully.
After filling the plate, the old man shakily placed it in front of his zombified wife. He was not on guard at all. In fact, he even personally fed her.
