Zombie King Li Muchen looked down and examined it carefully.

Old Man Li understood that this look was just like the look in his son's eyes when he first saw the little squirrel.

She rubbed her long, slender, fair fingers together a couple of times, her eyes slightly lowered, lost in thought.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed again, and his facial expression began to distort.

"Xiao Cheng," Old Master Li called his son softly, "from now on, let's stay in the village quietly and stop eating people, okay?"

Grandpa Li tried to persuade his son.

Zombie King Li Muchen suddenly looked at Old Master Li, as if he had just seen him.

"What did you say? You're not going to eat?" Zombie King Li Muchen's voice became shrill. "Why wouldn't I eat? I'm hungry!"

The bloodlust raging in his mind never subsided, and the hunger in his stomach was impossible to suppress. Could he survive without eating flesh and blood?

The instincts ingrained in one's bones cannot be suppressed. If he were to suppress his instincts, what would be the point?

He couldn't taste anything he ate; only flesh and blood could remind him that he was still alive in this world.

If he didn't eat flesh and blood, he wouldn't understand what the point of his life would be!

"How could you eat people? Eating people is wrong, it's wrong," Old Master Li murmured.

Zombie King Li Muchen carefully examined Old Master Li's eyes again, and then glanced at the eyes of the ordinary zombies not far away.

These two looks are different.

A certain look in his eyes mirrored his own, revealing an innate bloodlust that was vividly displayed in those eyes.

Old Master Li's eyes held a hint of despair and disbelief.

Zombie King Li Muchen was very unhappy, but he didn't know how to alleviate this unpleasant feeling.

Zombie King Li Muchen suddenly stood up, no longer looking at Old Master Li, and looked at the cold moon in the sky.

The confusion in my eyes suddenly cleared up a lot.