This was an underground parking lot located under the pedestrian street, and it covered a large area.
After stepping over the crooked landing poles and walking down a curve for more than twenty meters, he entered the pitch-black interior of the parking lot.
The light gradually dimmed, and at first glance, only a few abandoned cars could be seen.
At the top were all kinds of rusted pipes, densely packed like the blood vessels in a monster's body.
A few cars that were about to leave the parking lot crashed into the wall, and there were old bloodstains on the broken glass. A rancid smell lingered in the air.
Skeletal remains could be seen in some places, and on the skulls covered in rags, the two eye sockets seemed to be staring at every living person who came here.
At this time, Ling Mo was slowly walking forward on the driveway. In the empty and silent parking lot, the sound of his footsteps was particularly clear. "Pitter-patter, patter-patter."
After taking out the infrared night vision goggles and putting them on his right eye, Ling Mo also released his spiritual tentacles.
The pillars and cars blocked his line of sight, and he could only barely use his spiritual tentacles to explore.
"They want to use this place to kill me … But why did Black Silk and Yu Shiran come here?"
Feeling that the distance between the two sides' spiritual connection was shortening, Ling Mo stopped and sensed, "Could it be that Brother Tiger has been taken care of?"
He tried to change his perspective and found that Black Silk did not open her eyes. And if he wanted to transfer it to Yu Shi Ran, it would be impossible.
After all, he and Yu Shiran had not established a direct spiritual connection.
"Forget it, I'll find those two guys first. Hey, punk, and the one with the tattoo, come out … "
Ling Mo raised his voice and shouted.
"Hey! Punk! "
Apart from the echo, there was no response …
At the exit leading to the pedestrian street, the door was tightly shut, and it did not seem like anyone had passed through.
If they had escaped from there, they would definitely have left some traces.
Ling Mo carefully searched the parking lot again. On both sides of the road, every abandoned car looked very suspicious, as if there must be something hidden in the deeper darkness.
When he passed by a place full of electric scooters, a figure suddenly flashed behind him.
The moment the figure appeared, Ling Mo's spiritual tentacles acutely captured it. He immediately turned around and shot out his spiritual tentacles.
After the silent collision, a faint halo appeared in Ling Mo's right eye.
In the infrared night vision goggles, Quinn's Gothic makeup made her look as scary as a ghost.
After forcefully receiving Ling Mo's attack, her complexion was somewhat pale, and her feet seemed to be somewhat erratic, more like Sadako's charm.
Looking at Ling Mo, she suddenly grinned, revealing a trace of a cold smile, and then roared: "I'm not a punk! Goth is art, okay! "
"Since when did painting eye circles like pandas and lips that look like they're poisoned become art … Wait, oh no, this woman is trying to distract me!"
Ling Mo hurriedly turned around, but there was no one behind him.
At the same time, a figure suddenly jumped down from above him, and a gust of air directly attacked him.
"Bang!"
Ling Mo hurriedly turned sideways, and the air went down his shoulder, smashing a big hole in the ground. Debris splashed, and Ling Mo's calf hurt.
Not only that, but his shoulder also hurt. When he reached out to touch it, it felt sticky, and it was bleeding.
"F * ck!"
He did not expect the other party to climb up the pipe. No wonder his spiritual tentacles could not find them …
Moreover, this diversion tactic was very effective in a place where there was a serious lack of light.
The tattooed man did not manage to kill him in one blow, but when Ling Mo was about to counterattack, a cold light suddenly flew from Quinn's direction.
He could not dodge in time, and quickly used his spiritual tentacles to catch it.
This flying knife hovered less than ten centimeters away from Ling Mo's left eyeball, as if it had hit something jelly.
However, there was a blood bag hanging on the tip of this flying knife. After hitting the materialized spiritual tentacles, it suddenly exploded.
The smell of the virus drilled into Ling Mo's nose, and his eyes were blocked by a bloody light.
"What a vicious method …"
Ling Mo stood motionless, and the blood of the zombies scattered on the ground. Other than splashing on his calf, it did not touch his wound.
When he regained his vision, Quinn was nowhere to be seen, and the tattooed man was nowhere to be found.
"It seems that their estimation of my strength is quite accurate …"
The tattooed man's purpose of attacking was originally to injure him. It would be good if he could kill him, but even if he couldn't, they still had a backup plan.
Therefore, the real killer move came from Quinn's attack this time.
Although this flying knife was fast, its penetrating power was not strong. With Ling Mo's strength and reaction speed, he would definitely be able to block it.
But no matter what method he used to block it, the thin blood bag would break, and the zombie blood inside would splash on Ling Mo's wound.
Although the plan was good, they did not expect Ling Mo to have a disguised defensive ability like the spiritual tentacles.
"Fuck …"
Even so, this made Ling Mo suffer a small loss. The skin wound on his shoulder, the dull pain in his calf …
"Very good …"
Ling Mo had a relatively relaxed attitude before, but now he was really serious.
After his strength improved, Ling Mo's heart also grew a little arrogant. He felt that although the environment was bad, he could live freely according to his own ideas.
Especially after leaving the Falcon Camp, the threat from the powerful human force temporarily disappeared, and the tight string in Ling Mo's mind seemed to relax a little.
But the series of attacks just now suddenly woke Ling Mo up.
Perhaps in terms of individual strength, he was very strong, but even the extremely weak ordinary people, once they cooperated, could also bring a huge threat.
Just like ordinary zombies, when there were a lot of them, they were like horrible marching ants. When there were so many of them, even Ling Mo would have to retreat.
Many zombies in movies seemed to be able to rely on their own strength to fight against.
But in fact, no matter how resourceful they were, they could only ensure their own survival, and not destroy this increasingly strong group.
"I still have to thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have to seek my own death sooner or later."
Ling Mo took a deep breath, and gradually calmed down a little arrogant mentality.
In the dark underground parking lot, it seemed that there were hidden dangers everywhere at this time.
In such a complex environment, they could hide in any place, waiting for an opportunity to give Ling Mo a fatal blow.
"I don't know why, but this is a little exciting …"
A stream of hot blood slowly rushed to the top of Ling Mo's head, and the tingling sensation from his shoulder made Ling Mo a little excited, "If you want to play, I will play with you!"
But excitement was excitement, in this case, Ling Mo returned to his previous caution.
He keenly observed the surrounding situation, and the sounds around him that were originally ignored also drilled into his ears.
In addition to some cold wind that poured in, there was also the sound of water dripping.
"Squeak."
A mouse suddenly jumped from not far away and was directly nailed to the ground by Ling Mo's tentacles.
"And those two mice, I will definitely find you …"
While Ling Mo slowly walked forward, behind a car behind him, Brother Tiger was squinting his eyes and vigilantly looked at Ling Mo.
He held his breath until Ling Mo's figure slowly walked away, and then he quickly took two deep breaths.
"This guy is so powerful. Fortunately, I didn't rush out … His attack is strong, he has defense ability, and the ability to detect."
Tiger looked at the mouse, and in a blur, he could only see a lump of bloody rotten meat, "I don't want to end up like that … Should I take the opportunity to escape?"
However, just as he moved his body, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and he quickly turned back.
"Brother Tiger …"
In the shadow behind him, the tattooed man's cold smile looked especially scary in the dim light, "Why are you here?"
"I … I am here to help you." Tiger showed an ugly smile.
"You brought trouble to us again." The tattooed man's tone changed, and he said somewhat impolitely.
Tiger frowned and wanted to get angry, but thinking of the little devil's smile, he felt guilty.
"We … better cooperate honestly, so that we have a chance of survival."
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