Dozens of eyes were all fixed on the old man who ate the shrimp meat, and everyone's expressions were extremely tense.
In the event of a zombification, Zhang Ye and the three women's safety had to be secured first.
"Heh.... Hehehe..."
"This meat..."
The old man's body suddenly stiffened; from his bowed head came bursts of strange sounds, like crying and laughing, as the shaking of his shoulders made the noise grow louder.
All weapons were instantly aimed at him, and the two zombie guards closest to him were already poised to pounce.
Zhang Ye's gaze also tightened suddenly, subconsciously pulling the three women back.
It seemed to be a failure.
But just then, the convulsing old man suddenly knelt on the ground, then began holding his head and crying bitterly.
"My son!"
"Dad will never have the chance to eat the crayfish you make again!"
The courtyard suddenly fell eerily silent.
