My Girlfriend is a Zombie

Chapter 591: Ambush


Chapter 591: Ambush

As Ling Mo lay atop the vehicle, the female zombie he controlled had already finished searching a large building.

Unfortunately, Yu Shiran and her group were not inside this building.

Although he couldn’t see the outside scene through Black Silk’s perspective and the inside was very dark, the presence of the viscous fluids was an unmistakable characteristic.

Ling Mo even had the female zombie search the basement layers… because, judging by the direction of Yu Shiran and her group’s movement, the likelihood of them being underground was higher.

But… it was still fruitless.

Now, as he turned his attention to a Berserker, the female zombie also emerged from the underground parking lot of that building and looked towards another one.

“These disobedient guys… wait until I find them, and see how I’ll deal with them!” Ling Mo thought irritably, while glancing left and right outside the vehicle.

Zombies were everywhere, and he figured he’d be spotted the moment he showed his head, with no room to defend himself.

He needed to think of a safe plan…

“Ah… right.”

Ling Mo suddenly turned to look behind him, where a Zombie Puppet was lying obediently amidst the rubble, its blood-red eyes staring blankly ahead.

“Buddy, I need your help once more,” Ling Mo thought, his eyes lighting up.

Under Ling Mo’s control, the zombie began to move again, carefully crawling out while hugging the vehicle, and took the knife that Ling Mo handed over.

A perfectly good knife turned into a carrier of a strong virus the moment it reached the Zombie Puppet, covered with blood and dust. From Ling Mo’s perspective, it became an instant vessel for contagion.

However, Ling Mo had looted so many of these small knives from various places that he wouldn’t feel any pain even if he used them as flying knives for a one-time throw.

The zombie, holding the small knife, slowly crawled out of the gap and approached another of its kind that was hanging off the edge of the vehicle.

That zombie was fiercely kicking the already crushed and deformed vehicle, while its other hand was tearing at the metal.

It was completely unaware of its kin approaching from above, and oblivious to the impending danger.

The Zombie Puppet got close to the zombie and suddenly reached out, grabbed it, and pulled it toward itself.

The moment the other zombie came close, the Zombie Puppet’s small knife slashed across its neck.

The carotid artery was severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

After letting go of the zombie, it wouldn’t die immediately and, like a headless chicken with its own bloody fountain, started to run amok in the pile of corpses.

But things were not like before; a bit of blood used to make the zombie horde explode into chaos, but now it only caused a bit of disturbance.

And mainly because the dying zombie suddenly went berserk, catching its kin and starting to tear them apart…

If one didn’t work, there was a second, and a third…

When no more zombies were left to ambush near the vehicle, Ling Mo simply controlled the Zombie Puppet to cut its own neck.

With the increased disturbance, Ling Mo’s opportunity had arrived.

While the Zombie Puppet hadn’t yet forcibly broken free from control, Ling Mo manipulated it to draw a portion of the zombies to the other side of the bus, then he stealthily slipped down along the side of the bus.

This scene was naturally not visible to Shana and the others inside the bus, but they did feel the pressure at the gap suddenly lessen significantly.

Mu Chen looked out in confusion and happened to witness the sudden outbreak of turmoil among the zombie horde.

“Is this… Ling Mo’s doing?”

Mu Chen immediately thought of Ling Mo, who had climbed out of the bus earlier.

However, merely observing the zombies’ confusion, Mu Chen couldn’t guess the means by which Ling Mo had orchestrated it.

He assumed it was some kind of interference from a mental ability user or perhaps even an illusion…

“Mental abilities are indeed terrifying…” With this thought, Mu Chen suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

The method of making zombies kill each other, if used on humans, would be too horrifying.

By now, Ling Mo had already slinked along the wall to the outside, his nerves were certainly tough, especially considering the closest zombie to him was only about three or four meters away.

He could be discovered at any moment, yet he remained remarkably calm.

Living with zombies every day and constantly facing the threat of being bitten had long since trained Ling Mo’s ability to withstand pressure…

The Berserker, although aware of the abnormality ahead, still cunningly did not approach.

“Hmph, cleverness may overreach itself, I just need you to stay put.”

Ling Mo sneered, looking up, and shot out a mental Tentacle, hooking onto the balcony above…

The Berserker was still wildly throwing makeshift explosives, and given his stamina, this stint as an automatic bombardier could last a considerable amount of time.

However, he was completely oblivious to the fact that within his target area, there were actually only two humans left…

As he reached for a solid wood table, the hefty zombie suddenly clutched at its own neck.

Its feet weirdly rose on tiptoe, and a pair of massive hands frantically tugged at its own throat.

Those large hands were a feature of his, and the reason for his strength…

With great power, he could grasp larger items and even use them as shields…

But at this moment, those hands had become a burden.

If someone were by his side at this time, they would be horrified to discover a deep indentation where the zombie’s chubby neck met its jaw.

A bead of blood had already emerged from the indentation, but his unusually long, thick fingers could only grab his own fat.

With bulging red eyes, he struggled while laboriously turning his gaze to the side.

His eyes met with another pair of eyes…

At the window of the small building, there stood a person, quietly.

And those black human eyes were staring right at him.

Ling Mo’s hand was open, aimed in the direction of the Berserker, slowly twisting.

In his “vision,” a dozen mental Tentacles were pinning the Berserker’s feet to the ground, while another dozen Tentacles were strangling the zombie’s neck.

Additionally, there were about a dozen tentacles coalescing into a force aimed directly at the Berserker’s eyes.

This gesture was merely a psychological suggestion to make Ling Mo’s actions more precise…

However, in the Berserker’s eyes, this gesture was interpreted as a provocation.

A provocation from his prey…

And now, this prey was tormenting him, hunting him in return…

“The skin is so thick…”

Ling Mo’s palms were full of cold sweat; he needed to expend a significant amount of mental power to temporarily control the Berserker.

His original plan was to catch the Berserker off guard and sever its neck, but it had turned into a war of attrition.

The toughness of the Berserker’s skin was somewhat beyond Ling Mo’s expectations. Only after materializing his mental tentacles did he realize it was like trying to saw through hardwood with a rusty blade.

The tug-of-war could turn into close combat at any moment as the Berserker, realizing Ling Mo’s presence, struggled even more fiercely.

Ling Mo suddenly felt an intense throb at his temples, as if blood vessels were being pulled out from that spot.

This was a sign of a sudden increase in mental energy consumption, followed by a wave of dizziness.

With a surge of mental strength, Ling Mo’s outstretched palm suddenly tightened.

At the same time, the mental tentacles wrapped around the Berserker’s neck several times and began to constrict into the flesh.

Can’t cut through? Then strangle you to death!

The prepared cluster of tentacles also suddenly stabbed towards the Berserker’s eyes. The Berserker, struck heavily, instantly weakened its arms, closed its eyes tightly, and let out a ghastly scream.

“What happened?”

Mu Chen was startled and quickly looked in the direction of the Berserker.

He happened to see the Berserker reopen its eyes—one bulging like a cow’s, the other bleeding profusely, uncertain if it could still see.

Moreover, the Berserker was bizarrely scratching at its own neck while struggling to turn to the side…

“Damn!”

Mu Chen was shocked. He looked around but could not see Ling Mo anywhere.

Despite not finding Ling Mo, the Berserker’s sudden pitiful state was obviously Ling Mo’s handiwork.

Thinking that this mutated zombie, which had frustrated and baffled him, had been ambushed by a human amidst the “protection” of many zombies, Mu Chen was completely dumbfounded for a moment.

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