Chapter 697: Talent Is Not the Point
Knock, knock, knockā
Ling Mo slowly walked over to the wall and knocked on it.
He used quite a bit of force, but his knuckles only felt a slight sting.
This collective enhancement among the female zombies had indeed brought him considerable benefits.
Even though he had walked right into this trap, Ling Mo wasnāt panicking.
His main concern was still Yu Shiranā¦
As the knocking sound echoed, the wall gently vibrated.
Being in someone elseās trap, thereās no need to be overly cautious; for all he knew, they might be watching him right nowā¦
āItās solidā¦ā
Ling Mo rubbed his fingers, confirming the tactile sensation was real.
Nearby, the little Zombie Puppet also paused as he knocked on the wall, pressing its ear against it.
āYes, the Zombie Puppet can sense the vibrations, which means we are indeed in the same place⦠But if the goal was to isolate me, why wasnāt the connection between me and the Zombie Puppet cut off?ā
Ling Mo thought for a moment, then shook his head.
There were too few clues to draw any conclusions, and it wasnāt worth wasting time on this right now.
However, Ling Mo carefully noted each question in his mind; they might prove useful later.
As for why the other party would do this⦠there were too many reasons.
The most straightforward one was probably to steal suppliesā¦
Although all the truly important items his group had were with Xiao Bai, it was enough to say that the Thor in Ye Lianās hands would make many survivors drool with envy.
They wouldnāt care whether they could use it or not; they would seize it first. After all, most people had to make do with melee weaponsā¦
Firearms werenāt impossible to find, but finding ones with silencers was exceedingly difficultā¦
Moreover, scavenging in the city carried immense risks, no matter what you were looking for, and not everyone was willing to risk their lives.
Additionally, having a backpack for each person wasnāt something an average survivor group could manage.
Backpacks werenāt hard to find, but filling them with useful items was the challenge.
Despite most city buildings still standing intact, human survival resources had become scarce after just a few months.
Broken packaging, expired food, grain contaminated by various filth, and cockroaches and rats that thrived in supermarket food sectionsā¦
In the past, when these creatures werenāt yet infected by the Virus, humans might have still considered their damaged food edible, but now, seeing those red eyes, who would dare eat itā¦
Ling Mo still couldnāt figure out how they managed to survive, but once these pervasive little creatures emerged, resources became even scarcer.
The only places capable of producing food were large camps.
However, even in large camps, food was probably not enough to go aroundā¦
Surviving was really toughā¦
āIf this is a robbery, then you just picked the wrong target.ā
Ling Mo pressed his hand against the wall, and his Psychic Tentacle quietly extended, slowly penetrating the wall.
Although the tentacle was invisible, penetrating obstacles significantly increased the energy consumption.
However, Ling Mo no longer cared about this minor expenditure, but without any Virus restorative potions on him, it was better to be cautious. One tentacle to probe the reality would suffice.
As the tentacle emerged on the other side of the wall, a strange light flashed in Ling Moās eyes.
The other party probably didnāt expect him to have this abilityā¦
But then, Ling Moās expression suddenly changed.
āWhatās going on?ā
Under his mental control, the tentacle was flailing on the other side of the wall, continuously extending.
But⦠he hadnāt found the next obstacle!
āWait⦠maybe itās the street outsideā¦ā
Ling Mo quickly directed the tentacle downward, plunging it.
Immediately, Ling Moās expression turned ghostly.
This was impossible!
Unless he was in a high-rise building, this probe should have reached the ground!
But he knew very well that he had entered from the stairwell, and it had only taken him two or three minutes to search slowly. The nearest high-rise was across the street; how could he have gotten there?
Whether it was an illusion or something else, it was based on the opponentās Psychic Power.
No matter how strong the opponentās Psychic Power was, it couldnāt have made him climb a high-rise without him noticingā¦
Just like Ling Mo, who trained his Psychic Power almost twenty-four hours a day and also had the ability to devour.
But he didnāt spend all his time trying to devour zombies because having Psychic Power alone wasnāt enough; he also needed sufficient willpower.
In other words, it wasnāt just about flooding the pond with a water hose. The pond itself had to be sturdy enough and needed to be expanded.
And the difficulty of this project was much higherā¦
The main reason Ling Moās Psychic Power was stronger than that of the average survivor was that he was always controlling Zombie Puppets, constantly training himself. This wasnāt something just anyone could do.
Simply put, Ling Mo was always in a life-and-death situation.
If he got too relaxed, the Psychic Link could break.
Especially with Xiao Bai and Yu Shiranāone was a purely wild Mutation Beast, full of wild instincts.
The other had an abnormal mental state; just maintaining the link with her was more challenging than with Ye Lian and the others, and she was always thinking about escapingā¦
In this situation, Ling Moās willpower naturally became more and more resoluteā¦
However, the current situation was indeed too unexpected, and Ling Mo couldnāt help but frown.
His Superpower, Puppet Control, wasnāt based on the strength of his physical body.
But through his own efforts, he had turned what could have been a āweak bodyā type of superpower user, who would hide in a corner and rely on Zombie Puppets to fight and gather resources, into his current state.
It had to be said that purely in terms of talent, Ling Moās superpower was only average.
Even if others awakened this superpower, they wouldnāt bother leveling up their Zombie Puppets, let alone protecting themāthat would be putting the cart before the horseā¦
After all, if a Zombie Puppet died, they could just get another oneā¦
Compared to those mental ability superpower users who could create illusions and even influence peopleās minds, Ling Moās superpower seemed inferior.
āBut so what? Without Puppet Control, I wouldnāt be able to stay with Ye Lian and the others⦠This superpower is the most suitable for me. Whether itās an illusion or something else, as long as weāre still in that same space, the range is fixed.ā
With this thought, Ling Mo took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
He began to recall the specific structure of this employee passageā¦
Because he had psychic detection abilities and knew there were no zombies in this passage, Ling Mo had led the group straight through the main corridor without carefully searching every corner.
Now that he thought about it, there was probably a side path that led to the surveillance room. Ling Mo had only shone his flashlight in that direction briefly.
There were also restrooms and some storage rooms.
The doors to those rooms were open, and there wasnāt anything worth searching for inside.
The main corridor itself was essentially a āZā shape, with two or three turns, one end connected to the stairs and the other to the exit.
āIf someone were to choose, they wouldnāt pick a complicated environmentā¦ā
By now, Ling Mo had completely calmed down. He had encountered many different types of superpowers, and even among mental abilities, they didnāt all behave the same. Such unusual occurrences werenāt worth panicking over.
Fighting against superpower users was all about who revealed their cards the quickestāthe faster someone was exposed, the sooner they would be defeated.
The small Zombie Puppet continued to walk along the wall, leaving a trail of blood.
Since they were still in the same space, the scent of blood should serve as a strong guideā¦
āItās unlikely Ye Lian and the others will smell it, but Yu Shiran should be able to⦠If Mu Chen is also trapped here, heāll probably try to bandage his wound, which would cut off Yu Shiranās way of finding him.ā
As Ling Mo thought about this, he didnāt stop moving.
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He was currently walking back along the memory of the route, with his eyes closed.
His vision might be disturbed, and his mind might be influenced, so this method was a good way to test thingsā¦
āWhy havenāt they come back yet?ā Xu Shuhan asked, glancing inside the mall.
She turned to look at Ye Lian and the others, who were huddled together, chatting about something.
āI wonder if zombies know how to careā¦ā Xu Shuhan couldnāt help but think.
At that moment, Xia Na lifted her head, closed her eyes to sense something, then opened them and said, āItās nothing, heās still over there, probably still searching.ā