My Girlfriend is a Zombie

This is an underground car park located below the pedestrian street and covers a large area.

Stepping over the slanting landing gear and walking down a curve for more than 20 meters, it entered the black parking lot.

The light became a little dim, and when I looked at it, I could only see an abandoned car.

The top is a variety of rusty pipes, dense, like blood vessels in the monster body.

Several cars that were going to drive out of the parking lot hit the wall, and there was still old blood on the broken glass. A rancid smell floated in the air.

In some places, you can see the bones of the bones and cover the skulls in the rags. The two eye holes seem to be staring at every stranger who comes in here.

At this point, Ling Mo is slowly moving forward in the driveway, and his footsteps sound particularly clear in the empty parking lot: "Hey, hey."

After the infrared night vision goggles were worn on the right eye, Ling Mo put the spiritual tentacles out.

Those pillars and vehicles obscured the line of sight, and only by spiritual tentacles could they barely find out.

"I want to kill me by this kind of place... But Heis and Yu Shiran, how come here?"

Feeling that the spiritual connection distance between the two sides was shortened, Ling Mo stopped and took a step: "Is the tiger brother solved?"

He tried to change the angle of view and found that the black silk did not blink. It is impossible to convert to Shiran.

After all, he and Yu Shiran have not established a direct spiritual connection.

"Forget it, find out the two guys first. Feed, kill Matt. And the tattoo. Come out..."

Ling Mo raised his voice and shouted.

"Hey! Kill Matt!"

In addition to the echo. No response...

The exit to the pedestrian street, the door is closed, and it is not like someone passing by.

If they escape from there, they will definitely leave some traces.

Ling Mo searched in the parking lot. On both sides of the driveway, every abandoned vehicle looked suspicious, as if something was hidden in the deeper darkness.

When passing through a place that is full of electric vehicles. A figure suddenly flashed past him.

At the moment when the figure appeared, Ling Mo’s spiritual tentacles were keenly captured. He immediately turned and the spiritual tentacles rushed out.

After a silent collision, a faint glow appeared in Lingmo's right eye.

In the infrared night vision goggles, Quinn's Gothic makeup makes her look as scary as a female ghost.

After forcibly taking over Ling Mo’s blow, her face was a little white, and her feet seemed to be erratic and more scorpio.

Looking at Lingmo, she suddenly screamed. Showing a cold smile, then roared: "I am not killing Matt! Goth is art is good!"

"When is the eyeball painted as a panda. The mouth is painted like poison, and it is also called art... wait, bad, this woman is to distract me!"

Ling Mo quickly turned back, but there was no one behind him.

At the same time, from the top of his head, a figure suddenly jumped down, and a stream of air directly hit him.

"Hey!"

Ling Mo hurryed sideways, the airflow pressed against his shoulder, and a big hole was made on the ground, and the debris splashed, causing the painful calf to hurt.

Not only that, but his shoulders also hurt a bit, reaching out and sticking to the slimy, it turned out to be bleeding.

"The trough!"

I didn't expect the other person to climb the pipe. No wonder his spiritual tentacles didn't find anyone...

And this method of hitting the West is still very effective in places where the light is seriously insufficient.

The tattooed man couldn't kill it, but when Ling Mo was preparing to fight back, a cold light suddenly flew from Quinn's direction.

He couldn't dodge and quickly picked up the mental tentacles.

The knives hovered less than ten centimeters from the left eye of Lingmo, like a gel.

However, at the top of the flying knife, there was still a blood bag hanging on it, and it slammed into the physical spirit tentacles.

The smell of the virus got into the silent nose, and his eyes were blocked by a piece of blood.

"Good sinister method..."

Ling Mo stood still in the same place, the blood of those zombies were scattered on the ground, except for splashing on the calf, and did not touch his wound.

When his sight was restored, Quinn had disappeared and the tattooed man was no longer there.

"It seems that their strength for me is estimated to be more realistic..."

The purpose of the tattooed male shot was originally to hurt him. It’s good to kill him, he can’t kill, and they have a post.

So the real killing is the attack from Quinn.

Although the speed of this knives is fast, the penetrating power is not strong, and it can be blocked by the strength of the singularity and the speed of nerve reaction.

No matter what method he uses, the thin blood bag will burst, and the blood of the zombies filled with it will splash on the silent wound.

Although the calculations are good, they do not expect Lingmu and the spiritual tentacles to protect themselves in disguise.

"Nima..."

Even so, this made Lingmo suffer a small loss. Skin trauma on the shoulder, faint calf...

"well……"

Ling Mo just had a relatively relaxed attitude, but now he is really serious.

After the strength is improved, Ling Mo’s heart also breeds some pride. He feels that although the environment is bad, he can live freely according to his own ideas.

Especially after moving away from the Falcon camp, the threat from the powerful force of human beings temporarily disappeared, and the string that was tight in Ling’s mind seemed to have relaxed a little.

Just a series of attacks, but Ling Mo suddenly woke up.

Maybe on the strength of the individual, he is very strong, but even an extremely weak ordinary person can bring a huge threat once he cooperates.

Just like ordinary zombies, they are more than a horrible marching ant. To a certain extent, Ling Mo also has to shun.

In many film and television films, zombies appear to be able to fight against personal strength.

But in fact, no amount of ingenuity can only guarantee that they will survive, instead of destroying this growing population.

"I have to thank you for giving me a wake up, or I will have to die myself sooner or later."

Ling Mo took a deep breath and gradually slowed down some of his arrogant mentality.

In the dark underground parking lot, it seems that there is a crisis everywhere.

In such a complex environment, they may be hiding in any place, waiting for an opportunity to give a silent blow.

"I don't know why, but I am a little excited..."

A blood rushed to the top of Lingmo's head, and the tingling sensation from the shoulder made Lingmo excited a little: "You have to play, I will accompany you to have fun!"

However, the excitement is excited. In this case, Ling Mo has resumed the former caution.

He keenly observed the surrounding situation, and the surrounding sounds that had been ignored were also plunged into his ears.

In addition to some cold winds that are poured in, there are sounds of dripping water.

"Hey."

A mouse suddenly smashed from a distance, and was directly nailed to the ground by the silent tentacles.

"There are two mice, I will definitely turn you out..."

Ling Mo slowly walked forward, while behind a car behind him, the tiger brother was squinting and watching the silence with vigilance.

He sighed with a sigh of relief, until Ling Mo’s figure slowly walked away, and he quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This guy is so good, but fortunately I didn't rush out... the attack is strong, there is defense, and the ability to detect."

The tiger turned his gaze to the mouse, vaguely, and could only see a rotten flesh: "I don't want to fall to that end... Do you want to escape?"

However, when he just moved his body, he suddenly felt his back cool and quickly turned back.

"Tiger brother..."

In the shadow behind him, the cold smile of the tattooed man looks particularly embarrassing in the dim light: "How come you are here?"

"I... I am here to help you." The tiger showed an ugly smile.

"You brought trouble to us again." The tattooed man changed his tone, and some said it.

When the tiger frowned, he wanted to get angry, but when he thought about the smile of the little demon, he became guilty.

"We... still cooperate honestly, so that there is a chance to live." (To be continued.)