While Ling Mo was lying on the roof of the car, the female zombie he was controlling had already searched a building.
But it's a pity that Yu Shiran and the others are not in this building.
Previously, through Heisi's perspective, although he didn't see the scene outside and the interior was very dark, the presence of the mucus was the most distinctive feature.
Ling Mo also deliberately controlled the female zombies to search the entire underground level... because judging from the direction of movement of Yu Shiran and the others, they were more likely to be underground.
But...still found nothing.
At this time, when his body was looking at the berserker, the female zombie also emerged from the underground parking lot of that building and looked at another building.
"These disobedient guys... when we find them, let's see how I deal with them!"
Ling Mo thought depressedly while looking left and right outside the car.
There are zombies everywhere around him. He will probably be discovered as soon as he shows up, and there is no room for resistance where he is.
I have to think of a safe way...
"Ah...right."
Ling Mo suddenly turned around and looked behind him. Among the debris of the building, the peon controlled by him was lying there obediently, with a pair of blood-red eyes staring blankly ahead.
"Brother, please work harder on you." Ling Mo's eyes lit up.
The zombie started moving again under Ling Mo's control. He carefully climbed out of the carriage and caught the knife handed over by Ling Mo with one hand.
When a good knife came into the corpse puppet's hand, it was immediately covered with plasma and dust. From Ling Mo's perspective, it instantly turned into a powerful virus carrier.
But this kind of ordinary small dagger. Ling Mo didn't know how many daggers he had robbed from everywhere.
Not to mention using it on corpse puppets. Even if you take it out and throw it as a disposable throwing knife, he won't feel any pain.
The zombie grabbed the knife and slowly crawled out of the gap, approaching a similar creature hanging on the edge of the carriage.
The zombie was kicking the car that had long been squeezed and deformed with its feet, while its other hand was grabbing the iron sheet and tearing it apart.
He didn't even notice that a similar creature was approaching him above his head, nor did he realize that the danger was coming.
After the corpse puppet crawled closer to the zombie, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the zombie, and then pulled it in his direction.
The moment the opponent approached 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 could not die for a while. It was like a headless rooster, running around in the pile of corpses with its own fountain of blood.
But after all, it is not the past. In the past, a little blood could cause the corpses to explode, but now it only caused some minor commotions.
And it was mainly because the zombie suddenly started to go berserk after it was on the verge of death, and started tearing apart when it caught the same kind of people...
If one doesn't work, there's a second one, a third one...
After there were no zombies in the vicinity of the carriage, Ling Mo simply controlled the corpse puppet and hit it on his neck.
As soon as there were more minor disturbances, Ling Mo's opportunity came.
Before the corpse puppet could forcibly escape control, Ling Mo controlled 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 could not see this scene, but they felt that the pressure in the gap suddenly relaxed a lot.
Mu Chen glanced outside in confusion, and happened to witness a sudden commotion among the zombies.
"Is this... Ling Mo's fault?"
Mu Chen immediately thought of Ling Mo climbing out from the roof of the car.
But just by looking at the commotion of these zombies, Mu Chen couldn't guess the methods Ling Mo used.
He only thought that this was some kind of interference from a person with mental powers, or simply a method of hallucination...
"The mental system is really scary..." Thinking of this, Mu Chen suddenly felt a chill on his back.
If this method of making zombies kill each other was used on humans, it would be really terrifying.
Ling Mo had already slipped outside against the wall. His nerves were strong enough. After all, the distance between the nearest zombie and him was only about three or four meters.
He may be discovered at any time, but he remains very calm.
Living with zombies every day, and often facing the threat of being bitten, Ling Mo's ability to withstand stress has long been developed...
Although the berserk noticed the anomaly ahead, he still cunningly did not get closer.
"Hmph, cleverness can lead to mistakes. What I want is for you to stop where you are and don't move."
Ling Mo sneered and looked up. A spiritual tentacle shot out and hooked the balcony above...
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The berserker was still throwing those simple artillery shells crazily. Judging from his physical strength, he could continue to act as an automatic bombardier for a long time.
However, he completely failed to notice that there were only two humans left in the target object he threw...
Just as he reached out to grab a hardwood table, the fat zombie suddenly covered his neck.
His feet stood up strangely, and a pair of huge palms tugged at his neck.
Those big hands are his characteristic and the reason why he is 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 were around him at this moment, they would be horrified to find that there was a deep depression at the junction between the zombie's fat neck and chin.
A little drop of blood had emerged from the depression, but his long and thick fingers could only grasp his own fat.
He stared at a pair of red eyes, struggling and turning his gaze to the side with difficulty.
His sight met a pair of eyes...
At the window of the small building, a person was standing quietly.
And those black human eyes were staring at him.
Ling Mo opened one of his hands, pointed it in the direction of the berserk, and twisted it slowly.
In his "sight", a dozen spiritual tentacles were fixing the berserk's feet in place, while another dozen tentacles were strangling the zombie's neck.
There are more than a dozen tentacles that are condensing into one, aiming at the berserker's eyes.
His action is just a psychological suggestion, just to make his actions more accurate...
However, in the eyes of the berserk, this action was interpreted as provocation.
Provocation from prey...
And now, this prey is torturing him and in turn hunting him...
"The skin is so thick..."
Ling Mo's palms were covered in cold sweat, and he needed to expend a lot of mental energy to temporarily control the berserker.
His original plan was to cut off the berserker's neck by surprise, but now it turned into 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 holding a rusty saw and trying to cut through a hardwood.
The tug-of-war could turn into a close fight at any time. After the berserk discovered him, the intensity of its struggle instantly increased.
Ling Mo suddenly felt a sharp swelling and pain in his temple, as if the blood vessel was being pulled out from here.
This is a manifestation of a sudden increase in mental energy consumption, and a feeling of dizziness is also experienced.
He braced himself, and his open palms suddenly tightened.
At the same time, the spiritual tentacles also circled around the berserker's neck several times and began to strangle the flesh hard.
Can you keep cutting? I will strangle you to death!
The prepared tentacles suddenly pierced the berserker's eyes. The berserker suddenly suffered a heavy blow, his hands softened, his eyes were closed tightly, and he let out a miserable roar.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Chen was startled and quickly looked in the direction of the berserker.
As a result, he just happened to see the berserk open his eyes. One of them was as big as a bull's eye, and the other was bleeding profusely. He didn't know if he could still see it.
Moreover, the violent man was scratching his neck strangely, and at the same time turned hard to the side...
"Depend on!"
Mu Chen was shocked. He looked around, but couldn't see Ling Mo at all.
Although the guy was not found, the fact that the violent man suddenly became so miserable was obviously Ling Mo's masterpiece.
Thinking that this mutated zombie that 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...)