My Girlfriend is a Zombie

"Black silk this guy... It won't be me as a spare symbiosis?" Lingmo suddenly flashed this thought in his mind.

The more he thinks, the more likely he is, and he does not say that he is not free after becoming a symbiosis. Just thinking of that words and chanting in his own mind, Ling Mo feels a chill from the soles of his feet.

This time he has some understanding of poetry, no wonder she will let herself help to separate her from the spirit of black silk, which is really tormenting people!

However, the idea of ​​black silk is still a bit whimsical. It is essentially a silent corpse. As long as the spiritual connection is continuous, it is impossible to resist the silence.

"But it actually has this idea... It’s really black, it’s what Shana taught..."

Ling Mo quickly shook his head, black silk is ill-educated, but now he has no time to think about this.

The focus of this time should be placed on the exploration of the Nirvana headquarters.

In such a place, it is certainly not free to use the spiritual tentacles to detect, and to disturb other spiritual abilities, that is, self-exposure.

But the harvest of the ontology is certainly not great, unless he will play some stealth or something.

Generally speaking, in such a harsh environment, it is really difficult to think of a suitable means.

The idea of ​​Muchen is like this. He is sitting in the next room, called the rest, but actually it is helping the wind.

He knows very well that after sneaking into, Lingmo will never waste time, and will soon start to act.

But thinking about it, Mu Chen can't guess what kind of method should be used.

Without mental detection, what can he do in the face of ubiquitous guards and intensive firepower points?

If you change to someone else. Muchen has lost confidence. But for Lingmo. Although he was suspicious in his heart, he still had a hope for him.

If there is no way, then they are risking to sneak into it. Are they playing tricks to die?

In fact, in his opinion, although Ling Mo has been killing all kinds of things, at the end of the day he often has nothing.

However, this time different from the past, they are now deep into the enemy base camp, and they will lose if they make a mistake.

"Ling brother, Ling Ge. You must not pit me anymore..." Mu Chen could not help but whisper.

Across the wall, Lingmo certainly didn't know what Muchen was saying.

He was not so embarrassed, not sitting there, but he was carefully checking along the corners of the room.

The predecessor of this room did not know what to do, the decoration was good, the facilities were very complete, but many of the furniture was obviously moved in from the outside, and even the decoration seems to have been tossed again.

In order to meet the needs of these abilities, the Nirvana headquarters is still a **** one.

Have this energy and switch to other survivor camps. I am sure I will collect all the materials. Hungry and starved to death, but also talk about what to enjoy.

It is also because of this stark difference. Nirvana headquarters can attract so many abilities to join.

Some people's ideas are very simple. Anyway, it will take a long time to take the risk. It is like this camp. In this case, at least in these gaps to enjoy, who knows whether it will hang up next time. It is precisely because of the time when the knife is hung on the head, so many people do things without fear. Lingmo guessed that the people here also looked down on the contribution, and probably quickly squandered each time they got their hands.

While thinking about it, Ling Mo searched the floor and the target turned to the ceiling.

It is unlikely that the Nirvana headquarters will install any surveillance cameras in the homes of the abilities, and Ling Mo is not looking for this.

After standing for a while, he explored a few spiritual tentacles.

Spiritual tentacles can't be used casually, but it's okay to explore your room.

Soon, Ling Mo's eyes locked in a place.

As he was "floating" in the same place, the chandelier on the top of his head shook twice.

When he reached mid-air, under his gaze, the white ceiling shook strangely, and then slowly picked up a corner.

"call……"

After holding the corner with the tentacle, Ling Mo immediately took out the little jellyfish from his pocket.

He had wanted to use this little thing as a spare battery before, but in the current situation, it can be used as a exploration robot.

This was a thing that was mistaken for a small toy when it was searched. At this time, when it arrived at Lingmo’s palm, it immediately slid and turned.

“Sure enough, the consumption is very slow, and the mental energy contained in the present is still at its limit...”

A spiritual tentacle quietly explored from the silent spirits and then went deep into the jellyfish.

Since it has already eaten too much, this tentacle comes in and is only intertwined with the spiritual energy inside, not swallowed by the jellyfish.

Lingmo's approach is not to manipulate it, but to connect with his own spiritual energy.

"Although they are pure energy that does not carry any memory, but barely can be regarded as a man-made small spiritual light group..."

Lingmo sent it to the ceiling, and the idea was moved. The jellyfish immediately climbed into the gap.

As soon as the jellyfish entered, the tentacles quickly dissipated and the ceiling was restored.

Although it is not as close as it was before, if you don't look carefully, you can't see any problems.

"This is almost the same." Lingmo jumped back to the ground, and another "line of sight" has also been transferred to the jellyfish.

However, this feeling is completely different from when he manipulated the corpse. The jellyfish has no vision, even if it is not used in that kind of pipeline.

He feels like he is in absolute darkness at the moment, but those spiritual groups that are near or far can be seen clearly.

But the movement speed of the jellyfish is very fast, and it feels like a ghost. From time to time, it passes through a spiritual light group and quickly shuttles through the Nirvana headquarters...

"Hey!"

A zombie waved his arms, but suddenly his legs were soft and slammed forward.

As the zombie landed heavily, behind him there was a small figure with a scimitar.

"The zombies here are too much trouble! Kill a group!" The scimitar girl raised her head and revealed the girl's face under her hat. She looked very uncomfortable and her breathing was a little short.

At this time, not far from her, another man is also putting a zombie down. His state is not bad, but he is also slightly sweaty.

"There is almost the same here. Can you be sure that they have left? Don't forget, we have something to do." The man said helplessly.

"Cut, it makes me feel like a fake public. You also heard the words of the madman in the second camp. If you want to win them, you have to find that person." The girl said indignantly.

"Yes, you are right." The man licked his arm with a headache.

"Don't be a helpless look!" The girl yelled. "The falcon has a lot of supplies, but only enough to support himself. The second camp is really worthy of being wooed. But the second camp is clear that it doesn't listen to the headquarters. I am thinking about the big picture too! Let me say... is it not a good way!"

The man I served you, said: "What is so reasonable in your mouth... But this city of Cuihu has been searched, and without them, we will go to Nirvana headquarters first."

"Oh..." The girl took a look at the other person and then looked back. "I didn't see them, nor did I encounter the so-called strengthening zombies..."

She frowned slightly and then reached out and touched her neck. But she didn't hang anything on her neck...

Brush brush -

The tentacles swiftly swept, and after a while, Ling Mo had already followed the jellyfish to the three buildings behind.

He "can't see" things, but he can clearly perceive the nearby spiritual light group through the strong mental sensory ability of the jellyfish.

In fact, there is still a certain risk in doing so, but Lingmo believes that as long as it is not full, there will be no one to stare at the ceiling.

"Eight ... nine ... thirteen ... there are thirteen people in a passage... The former surname Li said that ordinary members are not allowed to come here, and in general, no one will run around here. Said, this is a security guard?" (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!