Panting! Panting!
Violent gasps and gnawing noises filled the air as the night watchman, You Yong, cried out in despair. His screams cut off intermittently, finally ceasing as he died completely.
Edric was quite satisfied. The taste in his mouth was mediocre, but it served as a supplement nonetheless.
He only needed to consume one more to recover from the recent loss.
Through the sustenance of flesh, the two broken, fluffy helices grew back slowly, as if eager to reconnect once again.
Whom to eat first?
As Edric's mouth puckered and wriggled, his bifurcated eyes surveyed the remaining three living humans to his left and right.
Wei Wujiu? This old man was too aged, and the deep-set eyes made it clear he had indulged excessively, lacking in essence.
Butcher Zhang? The man's stout and robust physique seemed a fine source of nourishment, but he was covered in blood and grime, his flesh disgusting, reducing one's appetite; best to leave him for last.
