The sound of violent breathing rang in her ears. Pei Fenghong's face was pale and she ran desperately in the green belt with a frightened expression.
The messy weeds tripped her to the ground several times. She struggled to stand up and rushed forward again.
As long as she can stay away from Ling Mo, she can at least live a little longer... She doesn't want to die yet...
But just when the weeds in front of her began to thin out, and she was about to rush out, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind her and knocked her to the ground hard.
"Ah! Help!"
As soon as she struggled to turn over, the figure had already jumped on top of her.
"Zhang...Zhang Er!"
The young man's face, which looked very weak just now, now had a hint of ferocity.
"Stinky... brat! What do you want to do?"
Pei Fenghong's eyes widened, full of surprise.
She noticed that Zhang Er took out a screwdriver from his pocket, but the impression Zhang Er had always left on her was that of timidity and cowardice.
So she didn't realize the danger for a while...
"If you hadn't betrayed me and Li Wei, blamed everything on us, and used your disgusting tongue to add fuel to the fire, we wouldn't have been almost beaten to death..."
Zhang Er's face turned red, his chest heaved violently, and he cursed through gritted teeth.
"If I didn't say that, I would be the one who died! You bastard, get out of here!"
Pei Fenghong said, suddenly reaching out to push Zhang Er, while struggling to get up.
But at this moment, Pei Fenghong's eyes suddenly glazed over.
At the same time, Zhang Er, who was almost pushed down, stood up, suddenly raised the screwdriver, and stabbed Pei Fenghong in the eye.
"Bitch, go to hell!"
Once, twice, three times...
Warm blood splashed onto his face, but Pei Fenghong's body was still twitching violently, stimulating him to frantically raise the screwdriver again and again and stab her face randomly.
"That's enough."
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm and lifted him up.
"Ah! Ah! Go to hell!"
"Wake up! She's dead!" Ling Mo raised his voice and growled.
Zhang Er struggled frantically for two more times before slowly coming back to his senses.
He lowered his head and glanced at Pei Fenghong's body. The ferocity in his eyes was suddenly replaced by fear, and he covered his mouth while trembling.
But when he raised his hand, he saw his palm covered in blood. His face suddenly turned pale and he started to retching.
"Don't spit it out. Be a man."
Ling Mo patted his back. After he calmed down a little, he dragged him out of the green belt.
At the same time, a spiritual tentacle quietly retracted from Pei Fenghong's body.
"Zhang Er, are you okay?"
Li Wei came up to him with red eyes and asked nervously.
Zhang Er was stunned for a while. Then he slowly came back to his senses and shook his head with a pale face.
When he saw the body of the male supernatural being on the ground, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.
If Ling Mo and others hadn't taken action in time, he would have been kicked to death.
"Thanks."
He looked up at Ling Mo and whispered.
This thank you seemed to contain a lot. Ling Mo waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.
His dull reaction made Zhang Er seem a little concerned, and he couldn't help but look at Ling Mo a few more times: "Maybe to him, this is just a small matter..."
"Well... was it painful when my father died?" he asked suddenly.
Seeing that Ling Mo seemed a little surprised, he whispered again: "If he is still alive, he will definitely come back to me."
The image of Zhang Teng when he was about to mutate appeared in front of Ling Mo's eyes again. He shook his head and said, "It's okay."
"You...how could you really come to me? Even if you didn't come, no one would say anything about you."
Zhang Er hesitated for a moment and then said: "You won't encounter this kind of trouble. Although... they don't seem to have caused you any trouble."
When he said this, his tone became a little decadent.
The supernatural being who had no power to resist in front of Ling Mo forced him to beg for mercy against his will...
Even when he was being beaten, he didn't dare to take out the screwdriver hidden in his pocket.
Unknowingly, Zhang Er's heart had sprouted an extreme desire for power.
And the goal of his efforts was Ling Mo in front of him.
"Of course others won't say anything about me, but if I can make myself happy, it's worth it."
Ling Mo replied calmly.
"Ahem, that's it. There are no more zombies on the road. You can go back without worries."
Ling Mo waved his hand, wiped off the blood on the Tang knife, and then prepared to turn around and leave.
But before walking too far, Ling Mo turned his head in surprise.
He looked at Li Wei and Zhang Er who were following behind and reminded: "You are going in the wrong direction."
"...We can't go back." Zhang Er said bravely.
"Why?!"
Ling Mo was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.
Li Wei immediately shrank back in fear, while Zhang Er said bravely: "Those two superpowers are dead, and the remaining few people have no abilities. If we go back, we will be treated as cannon fodder by them."
, or finish playing with them..."
"Could it be...are you planning to follow me?" Ling Mo suddenly felt something was wrong.
Zhang Er and Li Wei looked at each other, and then they both nodded at the same time.
"..."
Ling Mo's expression suddenly became very complicated.
Seeing that the two of them were small and thin, especially Li Wei's panicked look, Ling Mo really couldn't just leave them alone.
"We can help you wash your clothes, help you carry your luggage, and help you clean your room!" Zhang Er said excitedly.
"Hmm... um!" Li Wei also nodded quickly, but as soon as she met Ling Mo's eyes, she immediately stepped back, "But sleeping with you or something... can't..."
"I'm not that perverted!"
Ling Mo rolled his eyes and glanced at her almost flat chest with some malice.
"No interest in minors..."
Ling Mo felt cold and shook his head.
A few minutes later, Ling Mo struggled to open the door to the rooftop and walked out.
The strong wind made Ling Mo shiver immediately, and behind him, there were two thin figures following closely.
"Don't you need to follow me so closely? I'm right here upstairs. Do you think I can fly?"
Ling Mo turned around and yelled angrily, then took out the phone from his backpack.
"This is my first time using this thing. I didn't expect it to be to deal with you two little tails! Originally, I didn't want to take on the mission with them so soon..."
Ling Mo found a corner, turned on the phone against the wind, and pressed the dial button.
It wasn't until he actually used it that Ling Mo understood what Sun Zeya meant when he said the signal was not good...
"Nima, this is a bullshit signal... Hey! Hey!"
Seeing Ling Mo walking around with the phone and yelling, Li Wei couldn't help but give Zhang Er a tug.
After Zhang Er turned around, she whispered in fear: "What is he doing? There will be no signal tomorrow..."
"How do I know? In short, we can't leave him even if we don't see the military personnel he mentioned!" Zhang Er said.
"Yes!" Li Wei also nodded heavily.
Ling Mo searched for a signal for several minutes before finally hearing a very cold female voice on the phone: "Hi, hello, Falcon Camp."
"Hello, this phone number is Sun Zeya..."
Before Ling Mo finished speaking, he heard the female voice reply: "I know who you are, Mr. Ling Mo Ling, right? Hello, I am the liaison officer of Falcon Camp. Do you want to accept the mission?"
"Has your outpost been built?" Ling Mo was a little surprised.
"Not yet, but there are currently three teams in x city, all of which can trade with you."
The liaison officer's voice sounded melodious and interesting, and Ling Mo thought that she must also look pretty good.
"Really? What tasks do you have now?"
Ling Mo asked curiously.
There was the sound of flipping through a book on the other side of the receiver, and then the liaison officer's voice rang again: "Our general staff wants to talk to you, is that okay?"
"Uh...ok."
Ling Mo was stunned for a moment.
General Staff Officer? He should be the boss of Falcon Camp, right?
Ling Mo was immediately interested. He could establish a camp when all order collapsed. What kind of person would this general staff officer be? (To be continued)
