Turning his head to look at the woman holding the two children, he said with compassion: "They are merely silent, not without suffering. Everything in the world comes with a price, and any evil skill to prolong life, staying in this mortal realm, is a form of pain."
"I ask you, do they sleep peacefully at night?"
"How do you know?!"
Zhou Dayong's eyes turned red as he questioned angrily.
His wife and two children, though they survived the plague thanks to the "Silkworm Zombie Curse," usually appeared as cold and lifeless as corpses, and screamed hysterically during the nights, bordering on madness.
As time passed, these symptoms grew increasingly severe.
Zhou Dayong knew that his wife and children would eventually end up like the people just now, completely becoming puppets controlled by silken threads, but he could only feign ignorance to escape.
Now that Wang Daoxuan had exposed the truth, his anger reached its peak.
Suddenly, his body stiffened, halting his struggle.
