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Chapter 590: A Face Full of Slime

“Whoosh!”

A white blur was howling through the air from within the horde of zombies, heading straight for the bus.

Massive in size and with a terrifying presence…

Mu Chen caught only a glimpse, but it was enough to make every hair on his body stand on end.

Dammit… that was a stone flowerpot!

He estimated it to weigh at least three to four hundred pounds, being hurled as if it were a mere brick!

And that wasn’t all; following the flowerpot were all sorts of random items…

Bicycles, motorcycles, a microwave oven found from who-knows-where, and even larger items like rust-covered refrigerators and the like…

Mu Chen glanced back and immediately gritted his teeth in frustration.

No wonder the Berserker was out of sight just now; it had been off collecting weapons!

There it stood, behind the swarm of zombies, surrounded by a heap of junk.

Safely positioned, the Berserker was leisurely using them as targets for its twisted game…

“How am I supposed to fight back against this?!” Mu Chen roared in anger.

The enemy was throwing projectiles from a distance, and here he was with just a machete. How could he possibly compete?

Xu Shuhan could hit it, but with hand-thrown bombs constantly coming their way and a cunning Berserker that was extremely agile, using its own kind as shields…

They couldn’t hit it at all!

Five minutes… Could they even last five more minutes under these conditions?

The Berserker’s aim wasn’t bad; aside from the flowerpot that missed its mark slightly and crashed into another corner of the bus, most of the items nearly hit their mark.

Shana and Mu Chen stood in front of the gap, taking the hits. It didn’t take long before their arms were completely numb from the impact.

Mu Chen was the unluckiest of all; when a dark object flew towards them, Shana suddenly ducked her head to avoid it.

But Mu Chen, unaware, instinctively struck it with his knife.

“Clang!”

Whether his blade was too sharp, or the object had already rotted away, the moment they collided, the dark mass completely fell apart.

Before Mu Chen could even feel relieved, he saw a huge splash of filthy water pouring down on him.

The water came so suddenly, Mu Chen had no chance to dodge…

“Splash!”

From head to toe, his upper body was immediately drenched in the stinking water.

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck! Please tell me that was just a water bottle!”

Mu Chen’s face was smeared with the greenish sludge, making him appear almost green…

He didn’t dare close his eyes, his facial muscles twitching while he disgustedly wiped the filth from his skin.

“Even if it’s not a chamber pot, this water is hardly any better…” Shana glanced at him and remarked.

The harsh reality hit!

Mu Chen’s heart sank; the filthiness of the water was beyond any description!

“Damn it! I’m going to kill that thing!”

Mu Chen howled with rage, yet he hadn’t lost his sense of reason.

While they were dodging the “flying bombs,” another seven or eight zombies had climbed onto the bus. Getting out was out of the question now.

Two of the zombies had already managed to shove half of their bodies through the gap, forcing Xu Shuhan to retreat while firing continuously.

Shana stepped forward, seizing the opportunity to cut the approaching zombie into two halves with a swift stroke of her blade.

But even this small opening in their defense was enough to force them to retreat, unable to get close to the breach, and they were fully pressed back into the bus, forced to fend off the incoming attacks passively.

The interior of the bus was filled with a putrid stench, mingled with a thick scent of blood. Sweat blurred their vision, and the rapid depletion of their physical strength combined with the immense psychological pressure of being suppressed made the atmosphere inside the bus increasingly heavy.

Moments before, there had been some banter, but now, there was only the numbness of battle.

“You guys hold on,” Ling Mo suddenly said.

“We’re already holding on…” Mu Chen replied, taking a quick glance back and realizing Ling Mo had disappeared.

Just as he was about to curse out loud, he spotted a small hole in the roof of the bus.

From the fingerprints around the edge of the hole, it was clear that Ling Mo had climbed out through there.

“What’s he planning to do?” Mu Chen wondered, confused.

There was no escaping from that spot. Could it be…

Mu Chen suddenly considered an unthinkable possibility, and his eyes widened in alarm.

“No way… Is he looking to get himself killed?”

…

“Huff!”

Ling Mo struggled to climb out of the hole and immediately felt frustrated.

Even though he had used his mental Tentacles to scout ahead, it was only upon actually climbing up that he realized how difficult it was to move around there.

After the bus had crashed into the wall, it was practically embedded in the room.

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

The narrowness of the gap was such that only enough space was available for a person to crawl through; anyone even slightly overweight would have trouble propping up their elbows and would have to wiggle forward.

Fortunately, Ling Mo was on the slimmer side. Although it was uncomfortable to keep his head down, he was barely able to prop up his upper body a bit.

The most troublesome part, however, was the debris scattered around him, like the chunks of bricks that had fallen down and piled in the gap.

The air inside the bus was bad enough, but it was even more stifling above.

And as Ling Mo moved, a lot of fine dust was stirred up, choking him quite badly.

The lighting was terrible around him, and it took Ling Mo several seconds to gradually adapt to the environment and make out his surroundings.

He took a deep breath, then extended his mental Tentacles.

The obstacles in front of him began to slowly push aside on their own, clearing a “path” for him.

To anyone else, this scene might have seemed miraculous… but for Ling Mo, it was just a minor trick.

As Ling Mo controlled his mental Tentacles to clear the path, he couldn’t help but frown.

The Ling Mo who had appeared so spirited in front of Mu Chen and the others now looked utterly exhausted, his face noticeably pale even in the poor light.

Furthermore, his usually bright eyes now seemed to lack their usual sparkle.

Day and night, the constant mental strain of suppressing the abnormal condition within his body was indeed a heavy burden for Ling Mo…

While Ling Mo was with Team F, the strain on his mental state wasn’t very noticeable. But once they stepped out and needed to be constantly alert to their surroundings, especially when resisting the hunt of zombies like now, the impact on Ling Mo’s mental condition began to show.

“That Black Widow…”

Ling Mo muttered irritably. The “gift” left to him by the Spider Queen was indeed memorable…

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

Right now, he was still controlling Zombie Puppets, searching through those buildings!

Meanwhile, his body began to move slowly forward, sticking close to the side of the bus.

He hadn’t gone far when suddenly Ling Mo heard a clanging noise, followed by a hand bursting out from the rubble ahead.

The hand was covered in blood plasma, with long nails and a thin palm that looked like it belonged to an evil spirit clawing its way out of hell.

At the same time, a muffled roar came from the debris: “Roar…”

“Huh?”

Ling Mo was initially stunned, then he chuckled.

Ready-made labor!

…

After the unfortunate zombie helped Ling Mo clear the path, Ling Mo crawled to the edge of the bus roof, hiding behind a skewed lightbox. He peeked out quietly.

The outside was swarming with zombies, most of them clinging to the bus, causing it to shake violently.

Every so often, blood would splatter in the air, followed by the thud of bodies hitting the ground.

At this point, the bodies of their own kind no longer interested these hunters; what they really wanted to tear apart were the bodies of the humans inside the bus.

With Mu Chen and the others attracting their attention, Ling Mo on top of the bus didn’t draw the notice of the zombies.

Even the Berserker lurking in the distance failed to detect a pair of eyes watching it.

“Sneaky creature… Can’t find your ancestor, I’ll start with you,” Ling Mo snorted coldly, turning to glance at the Zombie Puppet beside him.

For him at the moment, controlling all these Zombie Puppets was not his limit.

But he chose not to directly control the Berserker for a reason.

Although controlling the Berserker wasn’t as difficult as a leader level zombie, it was still quite challenging.

With the situation of Yu Shiran and the others still unclear, Ling Mo wouldn’t expend all his mental power here…