This is a disease. Are those who become ghosts still themselves?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my baby." Xia An heard a crying female voice. Her voice was too hoarse, like gravel scratching through sandpaper, making people tremble. "We don't seem to deserve to be alive." He was choked by the woman. Before he passed out, he saw the sadness in the woman's eyes, or the girl's eyes.
No matter whether they were stingy, generous, cheerful, or sad people before, after being infected, they all turned into ghosts who only knew how to eat people. They violated their previous morals, principles, and emotional constraints.
"Well" he groaned, and he saw a woman hitting him in the abdomen again. The excessive force made a sweet taste well up in his throat. He saw a ghost, a ghost he had always been familiar with. There was blood of her own at the corner of her mouth, but she had changed. In a daze, he remembered what she said, "Don't be naive, that is a disease. Do you hope that people with broken legs can walk normally?"
They are no longer who they were, they are diseased evil spirits.
This time, he stood in front of the man, and Xia An heard him say: "So, you are the same as those guys outside, right?" After seeing himself nodding, there were many things in the other man's eyes that he couldn't understand. The only thing he could understand was vigilance. Xia An felt his heart hurt a little, and thought to himself, it was indeed the case.
Purpose: I hope this child can realize that he deserves to be loved