While Ling Mo was lying on his stomach 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.

Although he hadn't seen the scene outside through the perspective of the black silk before, and the inside was very dim, the presence of those slimes was a very distinctive feature.

Ling Mo also deliberately manipulated the female zombies to search all the underground floors...... Because judging from the direction of Yu Shiran's movement, the possibility of being underground is a little higher.

But...... Still nothing.

At this time, when his main body looked at the berserker, the female zombie also emerged from the underground parking lot of the building, and looked at another building.

"These disobedient guys...... When I find them, see how I clean them up! ”

Ling Mo thought depressedly as he looked left and right outside the car.

There were zombies everywhere, and he was expected to be spotted as soon as he appeared, and there was not even a little room for resistance where he was.

You have to think of a safe way......

"Ah...... That's right. ”

Ling Mo suddenly looked back behind him, and among the debris of the building, the laborer he controlled was lying there honestly, staring blankly ahead with a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Dude, I'll work hard for you a little longer." Ling Mo's eyes lit up.

The zombie moved again under Ling Mo's control, and he cautiously crawled out of the carriage, catching the knife that Ling Mo handed over with one hand.

Hao Haode put a knife into the hand of this corpse puppet, and it was immediately covered with blood plasma and dust, looking at it from Ling Mo's point of view. It's basically a powerful virus carrier in an instant.

But this ordinary little dagger. Ling Mo didn't know how much he had robbed from everywhere.

Not to mention for corpse puppets. Even if he takes it out and throws it away as a disposable throwing knife, he won't feel any pain.

Grabbing the knife, the zombie slowly crawled out of the gap and approached a fellow man hanging from the edge of the carriage.

The zombie was violently kicking the deformed carriage with its foot, and the other hand was clutching the iron sheet and tearing.

He didn't even notice that a fellow human being approached overhead, and he didn't realize that danger was coming.

After the corpse puppet crawled close to the zombie, he suddenly reached over and grabbed the other party, and then pulled it in his direction.

The moment the other person approaches him. The knife in the puppet's hand slashed the opponent's neck.

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

After the corpse puppet threw him away, the zombie couldn't die for a while, like a headless rooster, scurrying around in the corpse pile with its own bloody fountain.

But after all, it's not the same as before, in the past, a little blood could make a corpse explode, but now it only caused a small riot.

And it's mainly because the zombie suddenly started to run wild after being on the verge of death, and it started tearing when it caught its own kind......

One doesn't work, and there's a second, and a third......

Wait until there are no zombies near the carriage. Ling Mo simply controlled the corpse puppet and put it on his neck.

As soon as there were many small riots, Ling Mo's opportunity came.

While the corpse puppet hadn't been forcibly out of control. Ling Mo manipulated him to lure some of the zombies to the other side of the bus, and he sneaked down the carriage.

This scene was naturally invisible to Xana in the car, but they felt that the pressure in the gap suddenly decreased a lot.

Mu Chen glanced out suspiciously, just in time to witness the scene of the sudden outbreak of a riot in the zombie group.

"It's ...... Ling Mo's ghost, right? ”

Mu Chen immediately thought of Ling Mo who climbed out of the roof of the car.

However, just looking at the riots of these zombies, Mu Chen couldn't guess the methods used by Ling Mo.

He only said that it was some kind of interference from psychic powers, or simply a method of hallucination......

"The spiritual system is really terrifying......" Thinking like this, Mu Chen suddenly felt a little chill in his back.

If this method of making zombies kill each other is used on humans, it will be too terrifying.

Ling Mo had already slipped outside against the wall at this time, and his nerves were tough enough, after all, the distance between the closest zombie to him and him was only about three or four meters.

He could be spotted at any moment, but he remained calm.

Living with zombies every day, often under the threat of being bitten, Ling Mo's ability to resist pressure has long been practiced......

Although the Berserker noticed the anomaly ahead, he was cunning enough not to come closer.

"Hmph, being smart is mistaken by being smart, what I want is for you to stop where you are biedong."

Ling Mo sneered, looked up at the top, and a spirit tentacle shot out, hooking the balcony above......

……

The Berserker was still frantically throwing the improvised shells, and judging by his stamina, the cameo auto-bomber operation could hold out for a long time.

However, he didn't notice that there were actually two humans left in the object he was throwing......

Just as he reached for a hardwood table, the fat zombie suddenly covered his neck.

His feet stood on his tiptoes strangely, and a pair of huge palms tugged at his neck.

Those big hands are his characteristic in themselves and what makes him strong......

It has a lot of strength, and it can grab a lot of items, and it can also be used as a shield......

But at this moment, these hands have become a burden.

If anyone had been around him at this time, they would have been horrified to find that there was a deep depression in the junction between the zombie's fat neck and chin.

A drop of blood had come out of the depression, but his unusually long, thick fingers could only grasp his own fat flesh.

He stared at a pair of red eyes, struggling and struggling to turn his gaze to the side.

His gaze met a pair of eyes......

At the window of the small building, a person was standing quietly at this time.

And those black human eyes were also staring at him.

One of Ling Mo's hands was spread out, aimed in the direction of the berserker, slowly twisting.

In his "line of sight", more than a dozen psychic tentacles were holding the berserker's feet in place, while another dozen tentacles strangled the zombie's neck.

A dozen more tentacles were condensing into a strand, aimed at the berserker's eyes.

His action was just a mental suggestion, in order to make his action more accurate......

However, in the eyes of the berserker, this action is understood as a provocation.

Provocation from the prey......

And now, this prey is torturing him, in turn, hunting him......

"The skin is so thick......"

Ling Mo's palms were covered with cold sweat, and he needed to expend a lot of mental power to temporarily control this berserker.

His original plan was to cut off the berserker's neck by surprise, but now it was a war of attrition.

The toughness of the other party's skin was somewhat beyond Ling Mo's expectations, and after materializing the spiritual tentacles, he realized that he was like holding a rusty saw, trying to cut through a piece of hardwood.

The tug-of-war could turn into melee combat at any moment, and when the berserker spotted him, the intensity of the struggle skyrocketed.

Ling Mo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temples, as if the blood vessels were being pulled out of this place.

This is the manifestation of a sudden increase in mental energy exertion, and a feeling of dizziness is also heard.

He struck hard, and his open palms suddenly tightened.

At the same time, the spiritual tentacle also circled the berserker's neck a few times, and began to strangle into the flesh with force.

Cutting constantly? Strangled you too!

A tentacle of the prepared haode suddenly pierced the berserker's eyes, and the berserker was suddenly hit hard, his hands suddenly weakened, his eyes were closed, and his mouth let out a terrible roar.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the berserker.

Then he saw the rampaging man open his eyes, one bulging like a bull's eye, and the other bleeding, and he didn't know if he could see it.

And the berserker was grotesquely scratching at his neck as he struggled to turn to the side......

"Damn!"

Mu Chen was taken aback, he looked around, but he couldn't see Ling Mo at all.

Although he didn't find that guy, this berserker suddenly became so miserable, it was obviously Ling Mo's masterpiece.

Thinking that this mutant zombie who made him angry and helpless was actually attacked by a human under the "protection" of many zombies, Mu Chen was completely stunned for a while. (To be continued......)