Chapter 591: Sneak Attack

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While Ling Mo lay prone on the roof of the car, the female zombie under his control had already searched a building.

But unfortunately, Yu Shiran and the others are not in this building.

Through Heisi's perspective before, although he didn't see the outside scene, and the inside was very dark, the existence of those mucus is the most distinctive feature.

Ling Mo also specially manipulated the female zombies to search the basement... Because from the direction of movement of Yu Shiran and the others, it is more likely that they are underground.

But... still nothing.

At this time, when he was looking at the berserker, the female zombie also got out from the underground parking lot of that building, and looked at another building.

"These disobedient guys... When I find them, let's see how I deal with them!"

Ling Mo thought depressingly while looking left and right outside the car.

Zombies were everywhere around him, he would probably be discovered as soon as he showed his head, and there was no room for resistance in his place.

I have to think of a safe way...

"Ah... that's right."

Ling Mo suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. Among the building debris, the hard worker he controlled was lying there obediently, staring blankly ahead with a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work." Ling Mo's eyes lit up.

Under Ling Mo's control, the zombie started to move again. He carefully climbed out of the carriage, catching the knife Ling Mo handed over to him with one hand.

A good knife was in the puppet's hand, and it was immediately covered with plasma and dust, from Ling Mo's point of view. It simply became a powerful virus carrier in an instant.

But this ordinary small dagger. Ling Mo did not know how much he robbed from all over the place.

Not to mention using it for corpse puppets. Even if he took it out and threw it as a disposable throwing knife, he wouldn't feel any pain in his flesh.

Holding the knife, the zombie slowly crawled out of the gap, approaching a similar creature hanging on the edge of the carriage.

The zombie was fiercely kicking the carriage that had been crushed and deformed for a long time, while the other hand was grabbing the iron sheet and tearing it.

He didn't notice at all that there was a similar creature approaching him above his head, and he didn't realize that the danger was imminent.

After the corpse puppet crawled close to the zombie, it suddenly reached out and grabbed the zombie, then pulled it in its direction.

The moment the other party approaches him. The knife in the corpse puppet's hand cut the opponent's neck.

The carotid artery was severed, and blood burst out instantly like a fountain.

After the corpse puppet left him, the zombie couldn't die for a while, like a headless rooster, running around in the pile of corpses with its own blood fountain.

But after all, it's not the past. In the past, a little blood could make the corpses explode, but now it only caused some minor disturbances.

And the main reason is that the zombie suddenly started to run away after it was on the verge of death, and started tearing apart when it caught the same kind...

One doesn't work, there's a second one, a third one...

Wait until there are no zombies in the vicinity of the carriage. Ling Mo simply controlled the corpse puppet to touch his neck.

As soon as there were more minor disturbances, Ling Mo's opportunity came.

Before the corpse was forced out of control. Ling Mo manipulated him to lead some of the zombies to the other side of the bus, while he sneaked down along the carriage.

Shana and the others in the car couldn't see this scene, but they felt that the pressure in the gap suddenly eased a lot.

Mu Chen glanced out suspiciously, just in time to witness the scene where the group of zombies suddenly broke out into riots.

"This is... Ling Mo's trick, right?"

Mu Chen immediately thought of Ling Mo who climbed out from the roof.

But just looking at the commotion of these zombies, Mu Chen couldn't guess what method Ling Mo used.

He only thought that this was some kind of interference from a person with psychic abilities, or simply a hallucination or something like that...

"The spiritual system is really scary..." Thinking of this, Mu Chen suddenly felt a chill down his back.

If this method of letting zombies kill each other is used on humans, it would be too terrifying.

Ling Mo had already slipped outside against the wall at this time, and his nerves were considered tough enough. After all, the distance between the nearest zombie and him was only about three or four meters away.

He may be discovered at any time, but he is still very calm.

Living with zombies every day, and often under the threat of being bitten, Ling Mo's ability to resist stress has long been developed...

Although the berserker noticed the abnormality ahead, he still cunningly did not approach.

"Hmph, cleverness is misunderstood by cleverness, all you need is to stop where you are."

Ling Mo sneered, looked up, and a mental tentacle shot out, hooking the balcony above...

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The Berserker was still frantically throwing those simple shells. Judging from his physical strength, this cameo automatic bomber operation could last for a long time.

But he didn't notice the target he threw at all. At this time, there were actually only two humans left...

Just as he reached out to grab a hardwood table, the fat zombie suddenly grabbed his neck.

His feet stood on tiptoe strangely, and a pair of huge palms flailed at his neck.

Those big hands are his characteristic and the reason why he is so strong...

It has great strength, can grab large items, and can also be used as a shield...

But at this moment, these hands have become a burden.

If anyone was by his side at this moment, they would be horrified to find that there was a deep depression at the junction of the fat neck and the chin of this zombie.

A drop of blood has already emerged from the depression, but his long and thick fingers can only grab his own fat.

He stared at a pair of red eyes, struggled, and turned his gaze to the side with difficulty.

His gaze met a pair of eyes...

At the window of the small building, there was a person standing quietly at this moment.

And those black human eyes were also staring at him.

Ling Mo opened one hand, pointed it in the direction of the berserker, and slowly twisted it.

In his "line of sight", more than a dozen mental tentacles are fixing the berserker's feet in place, while another dozen tentacles are strangling the zombie's neck.

There are more than a dozen tentacles that are condensing into a strand, aiming at the eyes of the berserk.

His action is just a psychological suggestion, to make his actions more accurate...

However, in the eyes of the berserker, this action was interpreted as provocation.

Provocation from prey...

And now, this prey is tormenting him and hunting him in turn...

"The skin is so thick..."

Ling Mo's palms were covered with cold sweat. He needed a lot of mental energy to temporarily control this berserker.

His original plan was to cut off the berserker's neck unexpectedly, but now it has become a war of attrition.

The toughness of the opponent's skin was beyond Ling Mo's expectation. After materializing the spiritual tentacles, he realized that he was like trying to cut a piece of hard wood with a rusty saw.

The tug-of-war could turn into a melee battle at any time. After the berserker found him, his struggle instantly increased.

Ling Mo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temple, as if the blood vessels were being pulled out from this place.

This is the manifestation of a sudden increase in mental energy consumption, and a sense of dizziness also follows.

He tried his best, and suddenly tightened his open palms.

At the same time, the mental tentacles circled around the berserker's neck a few times, and began to strangle the flesh with force.

Keep cutting? Le also strangle you!

The tentacles that were prepared suddenly pierced the berserker's eyes. The berserker was hit hard suddenly, his hands went limp, his eyes were closed tightly, and he let out a tragic roar.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Chen was taken aback, and quickly looked in the direction of the berserk.

In the end, he happened to see the berserker open his eyes, one was swollen like a bull's eye, and the other was bleeding profusely, he didn't know if he could still see.

Moreover, the berserker was scratching his own neck strangely, and at the same time he was struggling to turn to the side...

"Depend on!"

Mu Chen was taken aback. He looked around, but couldn't see Ling Mo at all.

Although he didn't find that guy, it was obviously Ling Mo's masterpiece that the berserker suddenly became so miserable.

Thinking that this mutated zombie, which made him angry and helpless, was unexpectedly attacked by a human under the "protection" of many zombies, Mu Chen was completely stunned for a moment. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is the author's greatest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)