My Girlfriend is a Zombie

Chapter 627: Is There No Sympathy Left?

In Shen Le’s hand was a blood-soaked piece of flesh. He whistled and flung the chunk of meat towards the doorway.

A shadow flitted in the darkness, and the meat disappeared mid-air, followed swiftly by the sound of chewing.

“Don’t tell me that flesh is…” Ai Feng couldn’t help but ask.

“Heh, you’ve probably guessed right,” Shen Le answered with a laugh.

“Damn it…” Ai Feng cursed, then turned to look at the man.

But before he could speak, the man preempted him: “No, you can’t refuse this. You know, one of my tasks is to demonstrate this latest achievement to you. Tell me, is there a better way to showcase it than in actual combat?”

“But it’s still a prototype…” Ai Feng still objected.

“Prototype, schmotype, it’s eighty percent complete,” the man said, arms folded, chin pinched in thought, eyes shining. “And precisely because it’s not yet finished, it needs more real combat! If it can evolve into its complete form with you, the credit will also be yours. Ai Feng, you’ve been at this level for quite a while, haven’t you? Think about it, sooner or later you’ll be replaced, and then it’ll be you who’s out there risking life and limb. I don’t know about you, but I’m done with those days for good.”

Ai Feng pursed his lips, his brow furrowed in thought, then suddenly asked, “What do you mean by evolving into its complete form with me?”

“We are just short of some data, and no matter how many internal tests we run, the results are never accurate. That’s because we lack the right experimental subjects! We need humans, powerful Psychics! I think… someone bold enough to set off fireworks at night, even if they’re not the one who injured Number 0 last time, must be pretty capable, right?”

“This could be the perfect experimental product.” The man spoke with a face now brimming with confidence.

Indeed, moments later, Ai Feng nodded, “Alright, let’s do as you’ve said.”

At this time, Shen Le turned around, grabbed the back of the chair, placed his chin on it, and looked up at Ai Feng and the man: “Can I go take them out now?”

…

“This way.”

On one side of the street, several figures were dashing forward rapidly along the base of the wall.

Not far behind them were hordes of Zombies, burning buildings, and billowing black smoke.

“Bang!”

The scythe-wielding girl at the forefront leaped at a sedan, and with a fierce motion, she brought down a Zombie that had just jumped up from behind the car.

“Roar…”

Half of the Zombie’s body was nearly severed, but its hands still clung to the scythe, mouth wide open, howling.

The scythe girl didn’t pause in her movements; after the chop, she quickly twisted the blade, then pulled it out, bringing with it a gush of blood.

It was only then that the scythe girl gracefully landed on the ground. Yet, her stride didn’t break, her feet touched the ground, and she continued to sprint forward.

The two girls and a young man following her performed the same actions, but the last man and woman hesitated slightly as they leaped over the Zombie.

It couldn’t be helped; the Zombie’s chest was wide open, but it was still struggling to lift its upper body, attempting to grab them…

“Ling Mo, there are a lot more Zombies heading this way.” Mu Chen caught up to Ling Mo, panting heavily.

He looked at Ling Mo’s face with some frustration. Despite being a mental ability user, how come he didn’t look as exhausted as a dead dog? Moving from rooftop to rooftop should consume more energy than running on flat ground, calculated in multiples, and they hadn’t rested much during the day, plus they had fought with two dominant level Zombies that night. Both he and Xu Shuhan appeared quite worn out.

Logically, the two of them, being Enhancement types, should be extremely tired, which would mean Ling Mo, the mental ability user, should be flat on the ground by now.

Yet, while he was also breathing heavily and sweating, he clearly still had some energy to spare.

This was truly baffling!

As for those three girls… Mu Chen glanced at them and then gave up making any comparison.

In such a situation, it’s best to preserve some dignity…

But no matter what, they had successfully escaped the inferno. However, the flames that leaped higher and higher served almost like a beacon for zombies, drawing the distant hordes directly toward them.

“He’s timing it. We could run all we want, but we’d only break free from the encirclement around this time, and that’s exactly when the fire starts to rage even more,” Ling Mo said while bracing his hands on his knees and taking a deep breath, looking ahead.

“Damn! He’s going all out to drive us to a dead end! Who knows where he’s run off to now!” Mu Chen said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t worry…” Ling Mo revealed a slight smile.

This smile left both Mu Chen and Xu Shuhan stunned. There it goes again… This guy can always find a reason to smile…

But where does his confidence come from?

At that moment, Ling Mo’s gaze suddenly shifted in another direction. What he saw was a chaotic street, but what appeared in his other “eyes” were two long, red, semi-transparent mental energy strands.

These strands of mental energy twisted together, occasionally flashing with red light, a clear sign of mental energy in transmission.

They stretched all the way to the end of the street, through buildings and over walls, and finally entered the bodies of two figures.

One went into a Mutated panda, and the other slipped into the scarf of a little girl.

Yu Shiran’s eyes glowed red, and her slightly chubby face was puffed up with cheeks.

She stretched out her hand to pat the Mutated panda’s head, then climbed on its back: “Let’s go, Xiao Bai, continue our miserable fate of being commanded by humans. Hmph… stupid humans…”

“Wait, let’s get out of the fire first, humans don’t want you to get roasted,” Yu Shiran suddenly added.

A white figure flashed and quickly dashed into a narrow alley…

“Rested enough? Pick up the pace,” Ling Mo said, glancing at Mu Chen, “The number of zombies that way seems much smaller. Let’s head that direction.”

He pointed down a side road. Shana, leading the way, didn’t even look back before immediately turning and rushing off.

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, yet found himself compelled to keep moving, clutching his stomach.

But as Xu Shuhan passed by, the grumbling Mu Chen suddenly heard a remark: “Now you know what it feels like for a woman during that time of the month, huh? Didn’t you always say no matter the situation, training must continue? Well, now’s your chance to really understand.”

Mu Chen was initially stunned, then became furious: “Damn! Don’t you have any sympathy? Stop bringing up the past! Speaking of which… can someone give me a lift? Hey! Are you really going to just leave me here?”

Just then, Shana, who had just dashed to the corner of the street, suddenly leaped back and landed lightly on the ground.

Seeing her gesture, Mu Chen was pleasantly surprised: “I knew there were still good people around! Maybe I can find a skateboard or a trailer or something…”

“It’s best you look for a coffin instead.”

A voice tinged with a hint of amusement suddenly interjected, cutting off Mu Chen’s words.

This unexpected voice made everyone slow down and warily watch the spot where Shana was standing.

Soon, a shadow appeared at the turn, and then a figure slowly emerged.

Under the moonlight, the shadow of this figure was elongated, but the person himself was a rather short young man.

He stood under a broken street light, hands in his pockets, his fiery red hair exceptionally conspicuous.

Facing Ling Mo and his companions, including the two guns aimed at his head, the young man remained calm, even relaxed.

He squinted slightly, grinning as he said, “Just kidding.”

“You all won’t be needing coffins,” he continued with a smile, but the remark sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

After a few seconds of silence, Ling Mo pulled at the corner of his mouth and responded, “Same goes for you.”