On the desolate street, a zombie was wandering aimlessly.
He slightly grinned, a trace of saliva hanging on his lips, a pair of red eyes revealed a frightening cold light.
Not far in front of him was an abandoned small supermarket. The glass door was splashed with brown blood, through the open glass door, one could vaguely see the messy shelves inside, as well as some food scattered around.
Behind the door of the supermarket, there was a middle-aged male zombie slowly moving. Looking at the clothes, it should be the supermarket staff.
This zombie slowly approached the supermarket, after passing by the middle-aged male zombie, he suddenly took out a machete from his arms, turned around and forcefully cut off the other's neck.
Blood splattered, the headless corpse immediately fell to the ground.
And this strange zombie immediately grabbed a shopping bag from behind the counter, and began to quickly collect food in the supermarket ….
"Huh … I'm dead tired …."
In a dark residential room, Ling Mo was sweating profusely, looking at the bag full of food and various daily necessities in his hand with satisfaction.
And in front of him, sat the zombie that appeared in the small supermarket. But this zombie looked at Ling Mo's eyes, without the slightest malice, even somewhat empty.
"Compared to a few days ago, I can finally control it more flexibly."
Ling Mo turned his eyes to this zombie, the corner of his mouth revealed a trace of smile.
Half a month ago, a new type of virus appeared, instantly turning the world into a tragic slaughterhouse.
Countless humans turned into zombies … to be exact, after being infected by the virus, they lost their self-awareness, and became crazy monsters that only knew how to kill ….
And the survivors, had to be like mice, hiding in the corners of the city to survive.
But Ling Mo, who was originally just an ordinary person, found out after the end of the world that he could actually control zombies.
He could feel that there was a faint connection between himself and zombies, zombies with empty brains were like puppets without thoughts, and he could inject his thoughts into them to control the zombies' actions.
But the first attempt was very difficult, the zombies often suddenly broke away from his control, and even brought danger to his life several times.
As the number of attempts increased, Ling Mo finally mastered some of the tricks. This not only allowed him to maintain control over the zombies, but he could also control the zombies to walk around and help him collect food and other necessities.
However, the distance between them couldn't be too far, which made Ling Mo a little depressed.
He felt that he was now a zombie manipulator. The line in his hand was not long enough, and he was not skilled in controlling it.
But being able to use zombies to survive in a safer environment already made Ling Mo very satisfied with this ability. He called the zombie that he controlled a zombie puppet.
In the process of controlling the zombie puppet, Ling Mo also vaguely felt that while he was controlling the puppet, a violent feeling was also affecting him.
Whether this influence was good or bad, he still couldn't tell …
These days, Ling Mo also had some understanding of the habits of zombies. Different from the general sense of zombies, these zombies were not living dead, but living people infected by the virus.
However, although the body is still alive, but the spirit has completely become a monster. They attack the uninfected survivors, bite the flesh of these people, and their strength is amazing, much stronger than ordinary people.
The virus completely destroyed their sanity, dominated their thoughts, and turned them into executioners driven by killing instinct.
In Ling Mo's view, this kind of zombies is more terrible than the zombies he saw in games and movies, because they retain their five senses. Whether it is the sound or the smell, it will attract their attention.
"The sun is about to go down, let's go back first today."
This residential house was not safe, it was just a temporary place for Ling Mo to stay when he controlled the zombie puppet.
After putting all the materials collected today into his backpack, Ling Mo shook his head that had a headache, and controlled the zombie puppet to stand up.
Looking at the zombie puppet standing face to face in front of him, Ling Mo still felt a little strange.
Although it did not emit a rotten stench like in the movies, but the zombie's body still has a strong smell of blood. The virus infection made his face pale and bloodless, a pair of eyes glowed red, through the slightly opened mouth, you can see the red meat stained on the teeth.
Needless to say, this must be the residue left when he ate people before …
This zombie's appearance is not bad, about 17 or 18 years old, but now this appearance makes people feel that it is simply an evil spirit.
"Let's go …"
Ling Mo suppressed the feeling of nausea, controlled the zombie puppet to go downstairs.
Although there is a zombie puppet to open the way, but it does not mean that he is safe. Ling Mo held a sharp boning knife in his hand, carefully followed behind the zombie puppet.
From here to his temporary residence, he needs to cross a street. When he came in the morning, Ling Mo found some firecrackers, first made some noise in the opposite direction, attracting most of the zombies on the street. Even so, there are still some zombies wandering on the street.
After walking to the intersection without any danger, Ling Mo found that trouble was coming.
Two zombies blocked the intersection, don't know where they came from, their bodies were splashed with fresh blood, one of them was still holding half an arm, bowing its head and gnawing.
In this provincial city with a population of tens of millions, every day there are survivors dying in search of food, dead people are not uncommon.
But seeing the remains of the arm, Ling Mo still has some feeling of sympathy. Because of his ability, he has the capital to live a better life, he must not because of a moment of carelessness, become the food of these monsters.
Ling Mo carefully controlled the zombie puppet to get closer to them, and when he got close to one of them he raised the Bone Cutter.
And when the attention of the other zombie was attracted by the sound, Ling Mo held the knife and rushed behind him, a knife stabbed into the back of his head.
The two zombies almost died at the same time, after pulling out the knife, Ling Mo kicked the corpse in front of him.
In a situation where he has the opportunity to make a move, Ling Mo will not miss it, although controlling the zombie puppet is very useful, but he must also have the ability to protect himself.
And Ling Mo faintly felt that when he killed the zombies, the violent feeling inside his body was faintly playing tricks, the moment he pulled out the knife, he even vaguely felt a trace of pleasure.
"The virus can't be transmitted through spiritual connection … If it can be transmitted like this, then I would have mutated a long time ago … If it is not the influence of the virus, then what is it …"
Ling Mo is very concerned about this subtle change, but has no clue for the time being.
But to be able to kill the zombies neatly, and the skill is getting more and more proficient, this for Ling Mo is also a good thing.
Before the end of the world, he was just an ordinary person, the first time he killed a zombie, not only the process was thrilling, but also after that he felt a burst of fear, even his brain was a bit confused.
But in order to survive, his fighting power must be improved.
And in Ling Mo's heart, he has always been thinking about one person. So quickly improving the proficiency of controlling zombies, and collecting as many materials as possible, are all to pass through this area, to find her …
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