Chapter 590 – Hit You in the Face

“What?”

Mu Chen reflexively responded, while simultaneously looking in the direction where Ling Mo had been gazing.

“Whoosh!”

A white blur hurtled out from among the corpses, aimed straight at the bus.

It was enormous and awe-inspiring…

Mu Chen just glimpsed it and felt his whole body tense up in alarm.

Holy… that’s a stone flowerbed!

Conservatively estimated to weigh at least two or three hundred pounds, it was being used like a paving slab!

But that wasn’t all. Following the flowerbed were a variety of other chaotic items…

Bicycles, motorcycles, a microwave from who knows where, and even a larger, rusted-out refrigerator.

Mu Chen glanced back and was immediately filled with rage.

No wonder he hadn’t seen that Berserker earlier; it had gone scavenging for weapons!

Now it stood behind the swarm of corpses, surrounded by a heap of junk.

With such a secure position, the Berserker was leisurely treating them like target practice…

“How the hell am I supposed to fight this?” Mu Chen roared.

The enemy was using ranged throws while he only had a machete. How could he compete?

Xu Shuhan could potentially take it down, but on one side were the constantly thrown homemade bombs, and on the other was the extremely cunning Berserker, moving agilely and using its comrades as shields…

There was no way to hit it!

Five minutes… Could they hold on for five more minutes?

The Berserker’s aim wasn’t bad either. Except for the initial flowerbed that went slightly off course and hit another corner of the bus, all other objects generally landed near the gaps.

Xia Na and Mu Chen were standing in front of the gaps, taking the brunt of the impact. After blocking a few items, their arms were completely numb.

Mu Chen had the worst luck. As a dark object flew towards them, Xia Na suddenly moved her head aside to dodge it.

Mu Chen, not knowing what it was, instinctively slashed at it with his blade.

“Clang!”

It was hard to tell if his blade was too sharp or the object was already rotted. The moment they collided, the dark mass disintegrated completely.

Before Mu Chen could feel triumphant, he saw a large amount of filthy water pouring down on him from above.

The water came too fast for Mu Chen to dodge…

“Splash!”

The filthy water drenched Mu Chen from head to toe, covering his upper body in the putrid liquid.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Please tell me that’s just a water bottle!”

Mu Chen’s face was coated with greenish dirty water, making him look as if he were turning green.

He dared not shut his eyes, his facial muscles twitching as he raised his hand to disgustedly wipe the muck away.

“Even if it’s not a chamber pot, that water doesn’t seem any better,” Xia Na said, giving him a sideways glance.

She hit the nail on the head!

Mu Chen’s heart bled with frustration; the filthiness of the water defied description!

“Damn it! I’m going to kill him!”

While Mu Chen roared, he hadn’t lost his mind yet.

As they dodged the “missiles,” another seven or eight zombies scrambled onto the bus. The situation made escape impossible.

Two zombies had already squeezed halfway through the gap, forcing Xu Shuhan to retreat and fire back.

Xia Na stepped forward, seizing the opportunity to slice the zombies in half with one blow.

But even such a small breach ensured that they couldn’t get near the gap, forcing them to be pinned down inside the bus, making them react defensively.

The bus was filled with a foul stench, mingled with a strong scent of blood and sweat, making their vision blurry.

The rapid exhaustion, combined with the immense psychological pressure, made the atmosphere in the bus increasingly tense.

Earlier, they had room for a bit of banter, but now they were numb, focused solely on fighting.

“Hold the line.” Ling Mo suddenly spoke up.

“We’ve been holding it from the start…” Mu Chen shot back, glancing over his shoulder, only to realize Ling Mo had disappeared.

About to spew a string of curses, Mu Chen noticed a small hole in the bus roof.

The finger marks around the edge showed Ling Mo had clearly climbed out there.

“What is he planning?” Mu Chen was bewildered.

That exit wouldn’t help him escape. Could it be…

A wild thought struck Mu Chen, making him widen his eyes in astonishment.

“No way… Is he crazy?”

“Phew!”

Ling Mo struggled to crawl out of the hole, immediately feeling frustrated.

Though he had already used his psychic tentacle to scout the area, actually getting up there made him realize how difficult it was to move around.

After the bus crashed into the wall, it was more or less embedded within the room.

However, there was still a small gap between the bus roof and the ceiling.

The gap was so narrow that it only allowed room for a person to move by crawling. Anyone slightly bulkier wouldn’t even be able to raise their elbows and would have to wiggle forward.

Fortunately, Ling Mo was on the slimmer side. Although it was uncomfortable to keep his head low, he managed to lift his upper body a bit.

The biggest headache was the surrounding obstacles, such as the debris from the smashed wall, cluttering the space.

The air inside the bus was already terrible, but up here it was even more stifling.

Every move Ling Mo made stirred up fine dust, making him cough uncontrollably.

With dim lighting, it took Ling Mo several seconds to adapt and get a clear view of his surroundings.

He took a deep breath and extended his psychic tentacle.

Slowly, the obstacles in front of him began to shift to the sides, creating a “path” for him.

If anyone else saw this, they might think it was quite magical… But for Ling Mo, it was just a minor trick.

Even while he used his psychic tentacle to clear the path, Ling Mo couldn’t help but frown.

Just moments ago, he seemed energetic in front of Mu Chen and the others, but now he appeared exhausted. His pale face was evident, even in the poor lighting.

Moreover, his usually bright eyes now appeared somewhat lackluster.

Suppressing the abnormal conditions within his body day and night was truly taxing for Ling Mo.

Back in the F Team base, the effects weren’t as noticeable, but once he was outside, required to be constantly vigilant of his surroundings, and dealing with the threat of zombie attacks, the strain on his mental state started to show.

“That Black Widow…”

Ling Mo muttered irritably to himself. The Spider Queen’s “gift” had indeed left a lasting impression on him.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. The worse his mental state, the more he needed to focus his psychic power.

At the moment, he was still controlling Zombie Puppets to search those buildings!

Meanwhile, his main body started to slowly move forward, sticking close to the bus.

Before he had moved far, he suddenly heard a loud clatter, followed by a hand emerging from the debris ahead.

The hand was smeared with blood, with long nails and a bony palm that looked like it belonged to a fiend from the depths of hell.

Simultaneously, a muffled growl came from the rubble: “Roar…”

“Huh?”

Ling Mo was initially stunned, but then he couldn’t help but smile.

A ready-made laborer!

…

After the Unlucky Zombie cleared the path for Ling Mo, he crawled snugly along the bus roof to the edge.

Hiding behind a crooked light box, he cautiously poked his head out to take a look.

Zombies surrounded the bus, most of them clinging to it, causing the entire vehicle to shake violently.

From time to time, blood would suddenly splatter in the air ahead, followed by the thud of bodies hitting the ground.

At this point, the bodies of their own kind no longer interested these hunters; they were hell-bent on tearing apart the humans inside the bus.

With Mu Chen and the others drawing attention, Ling Mo’s presence on the roof went unnoticed by the zombies.

Even the Berserker lurking in the distance failed to realize that a pair of eyes was fixated on it.

“Sly creature… Can’t find your ancestor, so I’ll start with you,” Ling Mo sneered as he glanced at the Zombie Puppet beside him.

For him, managing to control these Zombie Puppets simultaneously wasn’t pushing his limits.

However, there was a reason he opted not to directly control the Berserker.

While controlling the Berserker was not as difficult as handling a Leader-Level Zombie, it was still quite challenging.

Not knowing the situation on Yu Shiran’s side, Ling Mo was unwilling to exhaust all his psychic power here…