Unfortunately, even as his appetite continued to surge, Bo Yi had no interest in "enjoying" these three patients who had delivered themselves to him-
Although he was no longer physically fussy and could stomach anything, he remained extremely picky on a psychological level.
After all, these three "ingredients"...
Bo Yi pushed the face looming in front of him away in disgust, then examined his three "roommates," whom he was seeing for the first time, in the faint light:
High cheekbones jutted from their sunken cheeks, with dull, coarse skin hanging loosely over them, all its luster gone. Along the edges of their cheeks, dilated, darkened capillaries crawled upward like withered branches, leaving mottled, horrifying marks across their faces. Their sparse hair resembled handfuls of dried straw, and their bloodshot eyes shone with hunger for Bo Yi.
They seemed oblivious to anything Bo Yi said, completely immersed in their own worlds, doing nothing but drooling over him.
"The new guy... hehehe... the new guy..."
"Our medicine, our medicine, hehehe..."
"So nourishing! So nourishing! No, hurry! Hurry and eat him! Or the medicine... someone else will steal the medicine..."
"New patients taste good! All new patients taste good! Hehehe..."
"Slurp-" One of them even had drool slowly trailing down, nearly dripping onto Bo Yi's blanket. Fortunately, just as it was about to fall, the patient raised his hand and roughly wiped his mouth with its back.
Something silver flashed in his hand. Bo Yi looked up, only then noticing that his three "roommates" seemed to be holding "weapons":
The closest patient, who was wiping away his drool, held a thin "cleaver." It seemed to have been fashioned by folding a discarded piece of sheet metal. Whether he had sharpened the edge himself or done something else to it, it actually looked quite