Chapter 851 Wrong Concept

In a narrow alley, a young man with a frightened face was running forward frantically.

A few zombies followed closely behind, staring at the prey with crazy red eyes, and roared with unknown meaning from their mouths.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die yet!"

The young man was wearing dirty clothes, his hair was messily stuck to his face, and his expression was full of despair and panic.

He kept overturning the electric cars parked here, but for the zombies, this kind of action had no blocking effect at all.

Even a blood-stained bag that he was holding tightly in his hand was smashed backward by him, a bag of dry food fell out of the gap in the bag, and was trampled to pieces by a zombie's foot the next moment.

"Help! Who can save me! I don't want to be eaten, I really don't want to..."

The young man's face was full of tears. At this moment, his feet suddenly went limp, and he couldn't help but fell forward and fell heavily to the ground.

However, he didn't care about the pain, and screamed frantically, trying to stand up while rolling and crawling.

"Ahhh!"

But as soon as he propped up his body, a strong force suddenly came from his ankle.

The young man let out a miserable scream, scratching the ground desperately with both hands.

His mind was blank, only one sentence echoed: "Don't! I don't want to die!"

But in the process, he has vaguely felt that several hands have touched him...

"I don't want to die!"

With a roar, a wave of mental power suddenly surged out of his mind.

The few zombies had just thrown themselves on the young man, but their body shook violently. His eyes suddenly became blank...

"Plop!"

There were several muffled sounds in succession. The young man was still struggling. But beside him, there were a few more zombies like vegetative people...

The young man's pupils were dilated, his whole body was trembling involuntarily, and he was still unconsciously saying: "I don't want to die... I even did that kind of thing,

I really don't want to die..."

...

"Ah!! Brother, save me! Brother!"

From the crack in the door, a hand stretched out and grabbed the door frame firmly.

Behind him was a pale face full of panic. This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, she broke down and cried loudly, desperately trying to squeeze out through the crack of the door.

But this door was pulled hard by a young man. He stared into the crack of the door with wide eyes, and his whole body seemed to be numb.

What he looked at was not the girl, but the figure behind the girl.

"ah!"

The girl let out a miserable cry again, her other arm had been torn off forcefully, but under the pressure of survival, her hand was still on the door frame.

The splashed blood made the young man tremble, and he watched the figure leap forward. Almost subconsciously, he slammed the door shut.

The muffled sound of fingers being crushed was heard immediately and at the same time. And the desperate cry of the girl...

"I... I just... I don't want to die..."

The young man stared blankly at the door, traces of blood slowly flowed out from the crack of the door, but the screams behind him had gradually disappeared.

"Boom!"

When a loud noise came from the door, the young man finally couldn't help but grabbed his neckline and uttered a hysterical cry: "Ahhh!"

...

"I just don't want to die... If I can get Ling Mo's secret, I don't have to be afraid of zombies... But why, I can't get it... Why..."

...

Under Ling Mo's devouring, the young man's eyes showed blankness, and his body twitched unceasingly.

His resistance is weakening layer by layer, even weaker than that of the man with glasses...

"He has a strong will to survive and a deep fear of zombies. The combination of these two emotions gives him a strong mental power... But it is also because of this that his instinctive resistance is very weak. He... Very guilty."

Ling Mo took a deep breath, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Because you are wrong, even if you get this secret, you can't use it...I'm different from you, I didn't give up, even if she turned into a zombie, I I didn't give up either..."

The young man shook again, and the last trace of resistance disappeared.

"You didn't give up..."

...

A few days later, Ling Mo and his party left the private house.

Before leaving, Ling Mo left a note with a few drops of his blood on it.

Old Zheng followed behind, looking at Ling Mo suspiciously from time to time.

Although it was only a few days ago, he could faintly feel that something was different about Ling Mo...

But where the specific difference is, he couldn't tell.

Not only him, but even people like Wang Lin who are not psychic powers have vaguely noticed it.

"Ling Mo..."

The moment he returned to the main road, Lao Zheng finally said with a complicated expression: "After that, I won't do anything again..."

"Even if I will go back to the second camp with you, I can no longer participate in the matter between you and Falcon." Lao Zheng said with some confusion, "I represent the central camp..."

"Well," Ling Mo nodded, and added, "Anyway, one person can't control the situation of the battle."

The entanglement on Lao Zheng's face was immediately swept away: "Why don't you be so direct! No matter how few people there are, it still represents the central camp! Do you understand the significance of this..."

Wang Lin pushed his hat and said, "Anyway, I will participate."

"Me too..." As soon as Lanlan opened her mouth, she pouted and shrugged, "Forget it, I can't beat it."

Ling Mo smiled: "Actually, there is a concept that has always been wrong."

"What do you mean?" Wang Lin asked curiously.

Old Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ling Mo with the same doubt.

Only Xia Na held her chin and thought for a while, and suddenly showed a weird smile: "Ah, I see. The wrong concept, is it the word 'falcon'?"

"Falcon...that's right!" Old Zheng also said suddenly, "Because they are targeting you and the second camp, we subconsciously think that the opponent is Falcon...but in fact..."

"Actually, our opponent is only a part of the Falcon. They may have a lot of core power in their hands, but they can't fully represent the Falcon..." Shana continued, "So they have to use tricks and capture Plan instead of going out in full force... Even the prepared support is only half of the team. In addition, the second camp has not really fought with them until now, probably because of this reason."

"So, while the situation is grim, it's not as bad as we thought."

Ling Mo concluded.

This information is exactly what he got from the memory of the man with glasses and the young man.

But other than these, his biggest gain is the means to stimulate potential...

"It's a pity that the young people didn't get the complete method. The real complete version is in the hands of the king's staff... Stimulating potential is a means of improving abilities for those supernatural beings, but for me But it can make the most of the virus in my body. And this trick may also be useful to Ye Lian and the others... The so-called stimulating potential is actually to stimulate the virus in my body through a certain method..."

Ling Mo thought to himself: "He wants my secret, and I want his too..."

"Then what are you going to do?" Wang Lin asked suddenly, "Even if the other party can't completely represent the Falcon, he still controls most of the Falcon's movements, right? So what we have to face is not most of the Falcon? "

"That's just a bird." Li Yalin said suddenly.

When she opened her mouth, everyone froze for a moment.

But soon, everyone couldn't help laughing.

"That's right, although we seem to have a big gap, I can do my best every time, what about him?" Ling Mo also smiled, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Falcon, the corner of his mouth A sneer gradually appeared.

At this time, Ye Lian's voice suddenly sounded weakly: "Brother Ling, you...you seem to be looking in the wrong direction."

"Well……"

...

Didi Didi...

In the second camp, a man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly sat up from the sofa and lazily took out a communicator.

"Hello……"

But as soon as he spoke, the man's expression changed.

After more than a minute, when he put down the communicator, his expression was completely gloomy.

"Ling Mo..." (to be continued...)