Chapter 591 – Ambush

As Ling Mo lay on the rooftop of the car, the female Zombie he was controlling had already searched an entire building.

Unfortunately, Yu Shiran and her team were not in that building.

Although Ling Mo couldn’t see the outside scene through Black Silk’s perspective and the interior was quite dim, the presence of those Mucus was a very clear indicator.

Ling Mo had even gone to the extent of controlling the female Zombie to thoroughly search the underground level… because, judging from the movement direction of Yu Shiran’s group, it was more likely they were underground.

Still… nothing was found.

As his main body glanced at the Berserker, the female Zombie emerged from the underground Parking Lot of that building and looked towards another building.

“These disobedient guys… once I find them, see how I deal with them!”

Ling Mo thought irritably as he glanced around outside the car.

Zombies were everywhere, and if he poked his head out, he would probably be spotted immediately. There was barely any room here to defend himself.

He needed to come up with a safer plan…

“Ah… that’s right.”

Ling Mo suddenly turned to look behind him, at the Zombie Puppet he was controlling. It was lying there obediently amidst the building debris, staring blankly ahead with its blood-red eyes.

“Going to trouble you again,” Ling Mo’s eyes lit up with an idea.

The Zombie Puppet moved under Ling Mo’s control, carefully crawling out close to the car body. One hand reached out to take the dagger Ling Mo handed over.

A perfectly good dagger in the hands of this Zombie Puppet immediately got covered with blood and dust, becoming an instant powerful virus carrier from Ling Mo’s perspective.

However, Ling Mo had looted countless of these ordinary Pocket Knives from all over the place.

Not to mention using them for the Zombie Puppet, he wouldn’t even mind using them as disposable Throwing Knives for fun.

The Zombie Puppet, grasping the Pocket Knife, slowly crawled through the gap, approaching a Zombie hanging on the edge of the car compartment.

That Zombie was fiercely kicking the already crushed and deformed compartment, while its other hand clawed at the metal, tearing it apart.

It didn’t notice at all that another Zombie was creeping up above it, nor was it aware that danger was imminent.

The Zombie Puppet crawled closer to the Zombie, suddenly reaching out and yanking it towards itself.

As the Zombie got pulled in, the Zombie Puppet swiftly slashed its throat with the Pocket Knife.

The carotid artery severed, blood gushed out like a fountain in an instant.

After letting go, the Zombie didn’t die immediately. It flailed around like a headless chicken, spraying blood everywhere and causing chaos in the pile of Zombies.

It wasn’t as it used to be; before, a single drop of blood could trigger a frenzy among the Zombies, but now it only caused a minor disturbance.

The main reason was the dying Zombie suddenly going berserk, attacking and tearing at its fellow Zombies…

If one wasn’t enough, there was a second, and then a third…

When there were no more Zombies left to ambush near the bus compartment, Ling Mo simply had the Zombie Puppet slash its own throat.

With the increasing minor chaos, Ling Mo saw his opportunity.

While the Zombie Puppet still hadn’t forcibly broken free from his Control, Ling Mo used it to lure some Zombies to the other side of the Bus, and he himself sneaked down along the bus compartment.

Xia Na and the others inside the bus couldn’t see this scene, but they did feel the pressure at the gap significantly decrease.

Mu Chen glanced outside in confusion, just in time to witness the sudden outbreak of chaos among the Zombies.

“Is this… Ling Mo’s doing?”

Mu Chen immediately thought of Ling Mo, who had crawled out onto the roof earlier.

But just looking at the chaos among the Zombies, Mu Chen couldn’t guess the method Ling Mo used.

He thought it might be some sort of Interference by a mental ability Superhuman, or even a kind of illusion…

“Mental ability Superhumans are truly terrifying…” Mu Chen shivered at the thought.

Using such a method to make Zombies kill each other would be unimaginably horrifying if used on humans.

By this time, Ling Mo was already sneaking past the wall outside. His nerves were remarkably resilient; after all, the nearest Zombie to him was only about three or four meters away.

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

Living with Zombies every day and constantly enduring the threat of potentially being bitten, Ling Mo’s stress tolerance had long been cultivated…

The Berserker, although aware of the anomaly ahead, cunningly chose not to approach.

“Hmph, cleverness can backfire; all I need is for you to stay put.”

Ling Mo sneered, looking upwards as a psychic tentacle shot out, hooking onto a balcony above…

…

The Berserker was still relentlessly hurling those makeshift bombs. Given his stamina, he could continue acting as an automated bomb thrower for quite a long time.

However, he was completely unaware that his target now only contained two humans…

As he reached out to grab a hardwood table, the bulky Zombie suddenly clutched his own throat.

His feet bizarrely tiptoed, and his enormous hands flailed around his neck in a panic.

Those massive hands were his defining feature and the reason for his strength…

With great strength, he could grasp large objects and even use them as shields…

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

If anyone had been beside him, they would have been horrified to see a deep indentation forming at the junction of his neck and double chin, packed with fat.

A droplet of blood had emerged from this depression, but his oversized, stubby fingers could only grip his own fatty flesh.

His red eyes bulged as he struggled, gradually turning his gaze to the side with great difficulty.

His eyes met with another pair of eyes…

Standing quietly in the window of a small building was a person.

Staring back at him were a pair of human black eyes.

Ling Mo’s hand was outstretched, aimed directly at the Berserker, slowly twisting.

In his “vision,” dozens of psychic tentacles were anchoring the Berserker’s feet to the ground, while another set of tentacles constricted around the Zombie’s throat.

Additionally, a few tentacles were forming into a tight cluster, aimed at the Berserker’s eyes.

This action was merely a psychological cue to make his movements more precise…

However, in the eyes of the Berserker, he interpreted these actions as a provocation.

A provocation from the prey…

And now, this prey was tormenting him, turning the tables and hunting him…

“Such thick skin…”

Ling Mo’s palms were drenched in cold sweat as he had to expend a tremendous amount of psychic power just to temporarily Control the Berserker.

Originally, his plan was to catch the Berserker off guard and slice its neck, but now it had turned into a draining battle.

The toughness of the Berserker’s skin took Ling Mo by surprise. After Materializing the psychic tentacles, he realized it felt like trying to cut through hardwood with a rusty saw.

This tug-of-war could shift to close-quarters combat at any moment. Once the Berserker noticed him, its struggles intensified dramatically.

Ling Mo instantly felt a throbbing pain in his temples, as if his blood vessels were being yanked out from there.

This sudden surge in pain indicated a rapid depletion of his mental energy, accompanied by a wave of dizziness.

He mustered all his focus, clenching his outstretched hand.

At the same time, the psychic tentacles wrapped tighter around the Berserker’s neck, starting to constrict into the flesh.

Can’t cut through? I’ll strangle you to death!

The clustered tentacles also thrust towards the Berserker’s eyes. Traumatized by this sudden attack, the Berserker’s hands went limp, its eyes shut tight, and it let out a horrific scream.

“What’s happening?”

Mu Chen was startled, quickly looking towards the Berserker.

He arrived just in time to see the Berserker open its eyes—one was bulging like a cow’s eye, while the other was bleeding profusely, its vision uncertain.

Moreover, the Berserker was eerily scratching at its own neck while desperately trying to turn sideways…

“Damn!”

Mu Chen was shocked, looking around frantically, but he couldn’t see Ling Mo anywhere.

Though Ling Mo was nowhere to be found, the Berserker’s sudden pitiful state was clearly his handiwork.

The thought that this fearsome variation zombie, which had caused him so much frustration, was now being ambushed by a human despite the “protection” of numerous Zombies, left Mu Chen utterly dumbfounded.