While Ling Mo was lying on the roof of the car, the female zombie that he controlled had already finished searching a building.
But unfortunately, Yu Shiran and the others were not in this building.
Previously through Black Silk's perspective, although he didn't see the outside scene, and the inside was very dark, but the existence of the mucus was the most obvious feature.
Ling Mo also deliberately controlled the female zombie to search the underground … Because from the direction Yu Shiran and the others were moving, the possibility of them being underground was higher.
But … .Still nothing.
At this time, when his body looked at the berserker, the female zombie also drilled out from the underground parking lot of the building, and looked at another building.
"These disobedient guys … .Wait until I find them, see how I'll deal with them!"
Ling Mo depressingly thought, while looking around the car.
There were zombies everywhere, as soon as he popped his head out, he would probably be discovered, and the place where he was at didn't have any room to defend.
Have to think of a safe way ….
"Ah … .Right."
Ling Mo suddenly turned around and looked behind him. In the rubble of the building, the laborer that he was controlling was lying there obediently, a pair of blood red eyes staring blankly in front of him.
"Brother, I'll trouble you again." Ling Mo's eyes lit up.
This zombie under Ling Mo's control moved again, it carefully climbed out of the car, one hand caught the knife that Ling Mo handed over.
A good knife in the hands of this zombie puppet, suddenly covered with blood and dust, from Ling Mo's point of view, it had become a strong virus carrier in an instant.
But this kind of ordinary small dagger, Ling Mo didn't know how many from all over the place.
Don't mention using it on zombie puppets, even if he took it out and threw it around as a disposable knife, he wouldn't feel any pain.
This zombie grabbed the knife, slowly climbed out of the gap, and approached the same kind that was hanging on the edge of the car.
The zombie ferociously kicked the already deformed carriage with one foot, while the other hand was grabbing the iron sheet and tearing it apart.
He didn't notice at all that a member of his kind was approaching him, nor did he realize that danger was approaching.
The zombie puppet crawled close to the zombie, suddenly reached out and grabbed it, then pulled it towards its direction.
The moment the zombie got close to him, the knife in the zombie puppet's hand cut the zombie's neck.
The carotid artery was cut, and blood instantly burst out like a fountain.
After the zombie puppet threw him away, the zombie wouldn't die for a while. It was like a headless rooster, carrying its own fountain of blood in the pile of corpses.
However, things weren't the same as before. In the past, a little bit of blood was enough to make a horde of zombies explode, but now, it only caused a small disturbance.
And the main reason was that the zombie suddenly went berserk when it was on the verge of death, and it started tearing its own kind apart.
If one wasn't enough, there was a second one, a third one …
Waiting until there were no more zombies near the carriage, Ling Mo simply controlled the zombie puppet to hit his neck.
With more and more small disturbances, Ling Mo's opportunity came.
Taking advantage of the zombie puppet before it was forced out of control, Ling Mo controlled it to lead some of the zombies to the other side of the bus, and he sneaked down the carriage.
Xia Na and the others in the bus naturally couldn't see this scene, but they felt that the pressure in the gap suddenly reduced a lot.
Mu Chen suspiciously looked out, just in time to witness the scene of a sudden outbreak of chaos among the zombies.
"This is … Ling Mo's doing, right?"
Mu Chen immediately thought of Ling Mo who climbed out from the roof of the bus.
But just by looking at the chaos of these zombies, Mu Chen couldn't guess what method Ling Mo used.
He only knew that this was some kind of interference from a psychic, or simply an illusion ….
"Psychic is really scary …." Thinking so, Mu Chen suddenly felt a chill on his back.
If this method of making zombies kill each other was used on a human, it would be too scary.
Ling Mo at this time has already slipped outside by sticking to the wall, his nerves could be considered tough enough, after all, the distance between him and the nearest zombie was only about three or four meters.
He could be discovered at any time, but he was still very calm.
Living with zombies every day, often enduring the threat of being bitten, Ling Mo's ability to resist pressure has long been trained ….
Although the Berserker noticed the abnormality in front, he was still very cunning and did not approach.
"Hmph, being too smart can be a mistake, what I want is for you to stay where you are and not move."
Ling Mo sneered, looked up, a spiritual tentacle shot out and hooked onto the balcony above ….
….
The Berserker was still frantically throwing those improvised bombs, with his physical strength, this cameo as an automatic bomb thrower could still last for a long time.
But he completely did not notice that there were actually only two humans left among the targets he threw ….
Just when he reached out to grab a hardwood table, this fat zombie suddenly covered his neck.
His feet were strangely tiptoeing, and a pair of huge palms randomly pulled at his neck.
That pair of big hands was his characteristic, and also the reason why he was so strong ….
With great strength, he could also grab a lot of things, and he could also use them as a shield ….
But at this moment, these hands had become a burden.
If someone was next to him at this moment, they would be horrified to find that there was a deep depression at the junction of this zombie's fat neck and chin.
A drop of blood had already emerged from the depression, but his strangely long and thick fingers could only grab his own fat.
He stared with a pair of red eyes, while struggling to look to the side.
His line of sight met with a pair of eyes ….
At the window of the small building, there was a person standing quietly at this time.
And the pair of black human eyes were also staring at him.
Ling Mo opened one of his hands, aimed at the direction of the Berserker, and slowly twisted.
In his "sight", more than a dozen spiritual tentacles were fixing the Berserker's feet in place, while another dozen tentacles were strangling the zombie's neck.
More than a dozen tentacles were condensing into one, aiming at the Berserker's eyes.
This action of his was just a psychological cue to make his actions more accurate …
But in the eyes of the Berserker, this action was interpreted as a provocation.
A provocation from the prey ….
And now, the prey was torturing him, and in turn, hunting him ….
"So thick skin …."
Ling Mo's palms were full of cold sweat. He needed to use a lot of spiritual power to temporarily control this Berserker.
His original plan was to cut off the Berserker's neck by surprise, but now it had become a war of attrition.
The toughness of the opponent's skin was somewhat beyond Ling Mo's expectations. After materializing the spiritual tentacles, he found that he was holding a rusty saw, trying to cut through a piece of hardwood.
The tug-of-war could turn into a close combat at any time. After the Berserker discovered him, its struggle instantly skyrocketed.
Ling Mo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temples, as if his blood vessels were being pulled out from this place.
This was a symptom of a sudden increase in spiritual power consumption, and a wave of dizziness followed.
He forced himself to stay awake, and his open palm suddenly tightened.
At the same time, the spiritual tentacles also circled around the Berserker's neck a few times, and began to strangle into the flesh.
Can't cut it? Let's strangle you to death!
The prepared tentacles suddenly stabbed at the Berserker's eyes. The Berserker suddenly suffered a heavy blow, and its hands suddenly became limp. Its eyes closed, and it let out a tragic scream.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Chen was startled, and quickly looked in the direction of the Berserker.
As a result, he saw the Berserker open its eyes. One was bulging like a bull's eye, and the other was bleeding. He didn't know if it could still see.
And the Berserker was strangely scratching its neck, and at the same time struggled to turn to the side ….
"Damn!"
Mu Chen was shocked. He looked around, but he couldn't see Ling Mo at all.
Although he didn't see the guy, the Berserker suddenly became so miserable, obviously Ling Mo's masterpiece.
Thinking that this mutant zombie that made him angry and helpless was attacked by a human under the "protection" of so many zombies, Mu Chen was completely stunned for a moment.
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