Five hundred and ninetieth chapters paste your face
"He what?"
Mu Chen responded reflexively, and at the same time raised his head to look in the direction of Ling Mo's perspective.
"Whoosh!"
A white shadow roared out of the corpses and hit the bus directly.
Huge in size and astonishing in power...
As soon as Mu Chen took a glance, the hairs all over his body started to stand up.
Damn it...that's a stone flower bed!
It is conservatively estimated that it must weigh at least two to three hundred kilograms, and it is completely used as a brick!
Not to mention, there are all kinds of messy things flying right after the flower bed...
Bicycles, motorcycles, a microwave oven I found somewhere, a larger one and even a rusty refrigerator...
Mu Chen looked back and gritted his teeth.
No wonder I didn’t see the violent man just now, he was off to collect weapons!
He was standing behind the group of corpses, with a lot of junk piled around him.
The location was so safe, and the berserker just leisurely used them as targets...
"You're going to give me a hard time!" Mu Chen roared angrily.
The person is using long-range throwing, but he is holding a machete. How to fight?
Xu Shuhan was able to beat him, but on one side was the hand-thrown bombs that were constantly being thrown at him, and on the other was a berserk who was extremely cunning, had very flexible dodges, and used his own kind as a shield...
This is a complete miss!
Five minutes...can this situation last for five minutes?
The Berserker's accuracy wasn't bad either. Except for the previous flower bed, which was at a slight angle and finally hit the other corner of the bus, everything else could basically reach the gap.
Shana and Mu Chen blocked the gap and resisted. After only a few blocks, their arms were completely sore and numb.
The most unlucky person was Mu Chen. When a black thing flew over, Shana suddenly turned her head and hid.
But Mu Chen didn't know what was going on, so he instinctively slashed with his knife.
"when!"
I don't know if his knife was too sharp or if the thing was rotten. As soon as the two collided, the black mass completely dispersed.
Before Mu Chen had time to be happy, he saw a large ball of sewage poured down on his head.
The water came so suddenly that Mu Chen had no chance to avoid it...
"brush!"
From the head down, the upper body was immediately enveloped by the smelly water.
"Church! Tell me this is a kettle!"
Mu Chen's face was covered with green dirty water, and his whole body looked green...
He didn't dare to close his eyes. The muscles on his face were twitching while he raised his hand to wipe the dirty water in disgust.
"Even if it's not a chamber pot, this water is no better than that..." Shana glanced at him sideways and said.
The truth is out!
Mu Chen's heart was bleeding. The filthiness of this water could not be described in words!
"Damn it! I'm going to kill him!"
Mu Chen roared again and again, but he still didn't lose his mind.
While they were hiding from the "missiles", seven or eight more zombies climbed onto the car. It was strange that such a situation could occur.
Two of the zombies had already stretched half of their bodies through the gap, forcing Xu Shuhan to retreat while shooting.
Shana went up to him and looked for an opportunity to cut the opponent in half with a knife.
But just such a small flaw has already forced them to not even get close to the gap, and they can only be completely suppressed in the carriage and passively blocked.
The entire carriage was filled with a stench, mixed with a strong smell of blood, and their eyes were blurred by sweat.
The rapid consumption of physical strength and the huge suppressed psychological pressure made the atmosphere in the carriage become increasingly heavy.
There was a bit of bickering just now, but now all that's left is numb fighting.
"You guys are holding on." Ling Mo said suddenly at this moment.
"Originally, we were responsible..." Mu Chen replied, and when he took the time to look back, he found that Ling Mo was gone.
He was about to curse when he spotted a small hole in the roof of the car.
Judging from the fingerprints on the edge of the hole, Ling Mo obviously crawled out from there.
"What is he going to do?" Mu Chen was confused.
There's no way to escape from there, could it be...
Mu Chen suddenly thought of an incredible possibility, and his eyes widened.
"No way...this man is looking for death!"
…
"call!"
Ling Mo struggled to climb out of the hole and suddenly felt depressed.
Although I had used my spiritual tentacles to explore it in advance, it was only after I climbed up that I realized that it was too difficult to move around here.
After the bus crashed into the wall, it basically seemed to be embedded in the room.
However, there is still a little gap between the roof and the ceiling.
However, the gap is only narrow enough for one person to move on his stomach. A slightly fatter person may not be able to raise his elbows and can only squirm forward.
Fortunately, Ling Mo's body type was on the thin side. Although it was a bit uncomfortable to lower his head, he could barely hold up his upper body.
But the most troublesome thing is the surrounding obstacles, such as broken bricks that have been knocked down, some of which are piled in this gap.
The air inside the car was bad enough, but it was even more stuffy up there.
Moreover, when Ling Mo moved, a lot of fine dust was thrown up, which made Ling Mo feel very uncomfortable.
The surrounding light was also very bad. After Ling Mo lay down for a few seconds, he gradually adapted to the environment and could see clearly what was around him.
He took a deep breath, and then stretched out his spiritual tentacles.
Then, the obstacles in front of him began to slowly push away to both sides automatically, making way for him to make way.
If others saw this scene, they might think it was quite magical... but to Ling Mo, it was just some tricks.
But while Ling Mo was controlling the spiritual tentacles to clear the roadblocks, he couldn't help but frown.
Ling Mo, who had looked very energetic in front of Mu Chen and the others just now, now looked tired. Even in the bad light, you could clearly see how pale his face was.
Not only that, even those usually bright eyes seemed a little listless now.
Being distracted day and night to suppress the abnormal conditions in the body is actually a very stressful thing for Ling Mo...
It wasn't obvious when he was in Group F, but once he came out, he had to be alert at all times to pay attention to his surroundings. Even when he was resisting zombie hunting like this, the impact of his mental state on Ling Mo began to show.
Out.
"That black widow..."
Ling Mo muttered something unhappily. This "gift" left by the Spider Queen really impressed him...
But now is not the time to think about this. The worse your mental state is, the more you need to concentrate.
He is still controlling the corpse puppets to search those buildings!
And his body began to move slowly forward against the car.
Not far forward, Ling Mo suddenly heard a "clang" sound, and then saw a hand suddenly stretched out from the debris in front of him.
That hand was covered in blood, and its long nails and skinny palms looked like evil spirits emerging from hell.
At the same time, a muffled sound came from the broken pieces: "Roar..."
"Huh?"
Ling Mo was stunned for a moment and then became happy.
Ready-made coolies!
…
After the unlucky zombie helped Ling Mo clear the roadblock, Ling Mo climbed to the edge close to the roof of the car.
He hid behind the crooked light box and quietly poked his head out to take a look.
There were zombies outside the car, and most of them were hanging on the car, causing the whole car to shake violently.
From time to time, you can see blood suddenly splashing in front of you, followed by the muffled sound of a corpse falling to the ground.
At this time, corpses of the same kind no longer aroused the interest of these hunters. What they wanted to tear apart were the human bodies in the car.
While Muchen and the others were attracting attention, Ling Mo on the carriage did not attract the attention of these zombies.
Even the berserker hiding in the distance didn't notice a pair of eyes staring at him.
"Cunning guy... I can't find your ancestor, so I'll do it to you first." Ling Mo snorted coldly and looked back at the corpse puppet next to him.
For him at present, being able to control these corpse puppets at the same time is actually not the limit.
But there was a reason why he did not choose to directly control the berserker.
Although the control difficulty of the berserker is not as high as that of the leader-level zombies, it is still quite difficult.
The situation over there with Yu Shiran and the others is still unknown, so Ling Mo would not waste all his energy here. (To be continued...)
