"L-Lord. You jest. Someone as powerful as you surely isn't short on food."
"If you're short of a bed-warming servant, I... Sorry, Lord, but I've already contracted Blood Plague No. 3. It's much more terrifying than No. 0—a bottomless pit."
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'm not up to the task!"
As the Black Robed Man spouted strange words, his eyes, exposed beneath the mask, kept shooting Zhou Xun "admiring" looks.
Zhou Xun was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Supporting himself with both hands on the ground, he kept inching backward.
He had already heard that there were many perverts in the camp. Although these people were strong and imposing, they looked down on ordinary women when seeking partners.
They had very peculiar tastes. They only liked men of the same gender.
Being targeted by these people might make one's life more comfortable for a short while, but once they grew tired of their prey and the novelty wore off...
Zhou Xun had personally seen such servants beaten to death and dumped in the mass grave.
He knew very well that if he were chosen by the bull-strong man before him, escaping his grasp—
No, surviving his abuse—would be a near-impossible miracle.
Only Blood Plague No. 3, the terrifying disease that made people blanch at its mention, might save his life.
"A bed-warming servant? You've got quite the imagination. Have you even looked at yourself?"
Seeing how terrified Zhou Xun was, Su Mo suddenly laughed and casually pulled down the Black Robed Man's hood covering his face.
Ever since entering this refugee camp yesterday morning, he had been searching for blood-plague-infected people who could serve as experimental subjects.
He had thought finding them would be difficult, but once he started looking, he was shocked.
In this camp