Wang Zixuan felt he hadn't feasted on human flesh for a long time, yet the thought of doing so might let Zhao Yun catch the scent of blood, and thus he dismissed the idea.
He walked towards the two survivors slumped on the ground.
In an instant, an idea formed.
"Do you want to live?"
Wang Zixuan looked at them and spoke in a deep voice.
The two female survivors huddled together, trembling, looked up at Wang Zixuan. Even though they didn't understand why a zombie could talk, for them, as long as they could survive, they would do anything.
"Yes..."
"Good, come back with me and become the servants of my woman."
When Zhao Yun wasn't around, Wang Zixuan often declared firmly that the cute and pretty girl was his woman, not his goddess.
As a zombie, he always cared about his image. If other zombies found out, they'd surely outcast Wang Zixuan.
A zombie that didn't fit in was an aberration.
The two female survivors stared blankly at Wang Zixuan.
Servants of his woman?
