While Ling Mo was lying on the roof of the car, the female zombie under his control had already searched a building.
But unfortunately, Yu Shiran and the others are not in this building.
From Hei Si's perspective before, although he didn't see the outside scene and the interior was very dark, the existence of those mucus was the most distinctive feature.
Ling Mo also deliberately manipulated the female zombies to search the underground floor... Because from the direction of Yu Shiran and the others, the possibility of being underground is higher.
But... still nothing.
At this time, when he looked at the berserker, the female zombie also got out of the underground parking lot of the building and looked at another building.
"These disobedient guys... When I find them, let's see how I deal with them!"
Ling Mo thought depressedly, and looked left and right outside the car.
There are zombies everywhere, and he will probably be found as soon as he emerges, and there is no room for resistance in the place where he is.
Gotta figure out a safe way...
"Ah... that's right."
Ling Mo suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. Among the building debris, the hard worker who was controlled by him was lying there honestly, with blood-red eyes staring blankly ahead.
"Brother, you'll have to work harder." Ling Mo's eyes lit up.
The zombie moved again under Ling Mo's control. He cautiously crawled out of the carriage, and caught the knife that Ling Mo handed over with one hand.
When a good knife reached the corpse doll's hand, it was immediately covered with blood and dust, from Ling Mo's point of view. It simply became a powerful virus carrier in an instant.
But this ordinary little dagger. Ling Mo didn't know how much he robbed from everywhere.
Don't talk about using it for corpse puppets. Even if he took it out as a disposable throwing knife and played with it, he wouldn't feel any pain in the flesh.
The zombie grabbed the knife and slowly climbed out of the gap, approaching a similar one hanging on the edge of the carriage.
The zombie was fiercely kicking the already squeezed and deformed carriage with its feet, while the other hand was tearing at the iron sheet.
He didn't even notice that a kin was approaching him above his head, and he didn't even realize the danger was coming.
After the corpse puppet climbed close to the zombie, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other party, and then pulled in his own direction.
The moment the other party approaches you. The knife in the corpse puppet's hand slashed the opponent's neck.
The carotid artery was cut, and the blood burst out instantly like a fountain.
After the corpse puppet was thrown away from him, the zombie would not die for a while, just like a headless rooster, with its own bloody fountain running around in the corpse pile.
But after all, it is not the past. In the past, a little blood could make the corpse explode, but now it has only caused some small disturbances.
And it's mainly because the zombie suddenly started to run wild after it was on the verge of death, and it started tearing apart when it caught the same kind...
One doesn't work, there's a second, a third...
Wait until there are no zombies near the carriage. Ling Mo simply controlled the corpse puppet to come on his neck.
As soon as there were more minor disturbances, Ling Mo's opportunity also came.
Before the corpse was forced out of control. Ling Mo controlled him to lead some of the zombies to the other side of the bus, while he sneaked down the carriage.
Shana and the others who were in the car naturally couldn't see this scene, but they felt that the pressure at the gap was suddenly relieved a lot.
Mu Chen glanced outside suspiciously, just in time to witness the sudden outbreak of a riot in the zombie group.
"Is this... Ling Mo's ghost?"
Mu Chen immediately thought of Ling Mo who climbed out from the roof of the car.
But just looking at the riots of these zombies, Mu Chen couldn't guess the means used by Ling Mo.
He only said that it was some kind of interference from the psychic power user, or it was simply a method of hallucination...
"The mental system is really scary..." Thinking of this, Mu Chen suddenly felt a little chill in his back.
If this method of killing zombies is used on humans, it would be too terrifying.
Ling Mo had slipped outside against the wall at this time, and his nerves were tough enough. After all, the distance between the nearest zombie 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 withstand pressure has long been practiced...
Although the Berserker noticed the abnormality ahead, he was still very cunning and did not approach.
"Hmph, being smart is mistaken for being smart. All you want is that you stay where you are and don't move."
Ling Mo sneered, looked up, and a mental tentacle shot out, hooking the balcony above...
The Berserker is still throwing those improvised shells frantically. Judging from his physical strength, this cameo automatic bomber action can last for a long time.
However, he didn't notice the target he threw at all. At this time, there were actually only two humans left...
Just as he reached out to grab a hardwood table, the chubby zombie suddenly covered his neck.
His feet stood on tiptoe strangely, and a pair of huge palms tugged at his neck.
Those big hands themselves are his characteristic and the reason why he is so powerful...
It has a lot of strength, can grab a lot of items, and can also be used as a shield...
But at this moment, these hands have become a burden.
If someone was by his side at this moment, he would be horrified to find that a deep depression appeared at the connection between the neck and chin of this zombie full of fat.
A drop of blood had already emerged from the depression, but his oddly long, thick fingers could only grab his own fat.
He stared at a pair of red eyes, struggling and turning his eyes to the side with difficulty.
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.
Ling Mo's one hand opened, pointed in the direction of the berserker, and slowly twisted it.
In his "sight", a dozen mental tentacles were fixing the Berserker's feet in place, while another dozen tentacles were strangling the zombie's neck.
There are more than a dozen tentacles condensing into a stream, aiming at the Berserker's eyes.
His action is just a psychological 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 prey...
And now, the prey is tormenting him, hunting him in turn...
"The skin is so thick..."
Ling Mo's palms were full of cold sweat, and he needed to spend a lot of mental energy to temporarily control the berserker.
His original plan was to cut the berserker's neck by surprise, but now it has become a war of attrition.
The toughness of the opponent's skin was somewhat beyond Ling Mo's expectations. After substantiating his mental tentacles, he realized 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 found him, the struggle instantly skyrocketed.
Ling Mo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temples, as if the blood vessels were being pulled out from this place.
This is the performance of a sudden increase in mental energy consumption, and a sense of dizziness also follows.
He fought hard, and his open palm suddenly tightened.
At the same time, the mental tentacles also circled around the berserker's neck a few times, and began to forcefully push into the flesh.
Cut constantly? strangle you too!
The prepared tentacle also suddenly stabbed into the berserker's eyes, the berserker was suddenly hit hard, his hands suddenly softened, his eyes were closed, and a tragic roar came out of his mouth.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Chen was startled, and quickly looked in the direction of the berserker.
As a result, he happened to see the berserker open his eyes, one of which was bulging like a bull's eye, and the other was bleeding, and he didn't know if he could still see it.
And the berserker was scratching his neck weirdly, while trying to turn to the side...
"Depend on!"
Mu Chen was taken aback, he looked around, but couldn't see Ling Mo at all.
Although he didn't find that guy, the berserker suddenly became so miserable, obviously it was Ling Mo's masterpiece.
Thinking that this mutant zombie, which made him angry and helpless, was actually attacked by a human being under the "protection" of many zombies, Mu Chen was completely stunned for a while.