My Girlfriend is a Zombie

Feeling the abnormal heartbeat, Ling Mo reached into his backpack and pulled out a blood sphere.

He had already guessed what was inside him…

Staring at the blood sphere, Ling Mo’s expression gradually became more complex…

“Anomaly wouldn’t appear for no reason, and that laughter…”

Wait!

“Could she have already done something to me? No, no… Even if she did, the anomaly should be with her, right? Even though she’s a spider, her basic structure is still similar to humans, and my body hasn’t gone through any strange alterations, so there shouldn’t be any male seahorse phenomenon…”

Ling Mo wiped off the cold sweat, tightly gripping the blood sphere: “So, does this mean she’s left some kind of mark on me? But if it’s just a mark, why would it make me feel this way?”

Moments later, Ling Mo thought with some frustration: “Damn it, just because I used the middle finger death strike on her! Even if she wanted to devote herself to me, I’d accept it, but why does she insist on eating me!”

“Whatever… It’s a racial trait, no point in overthinking… Although she is the Progenitor, even for her, it would probably consume a lot of energy to bear offspring, so to her, I am her first meal after conceiving…”

She was a fusion of human and artificially mutated variation zombie, with a virus in her body composed of a variety of chaotic elements. Coupled with her strong infection and regeneration abilities, her power only grew stronger with time.

In fact, if she hadn’t provoked him, Ling Mo wouldn’t have actively sought trouble with her, but he hadn’t expected her to be so persistent…

…

On a crooked and almost decayed Bus embedded in a wall, a small silhouette suddenly appeared.

This figure stood in the moonlight with a tilted head, holding a zombie whose spine had broken like a sack.

As her hand slowly tightened, the zombie’s body began to wither…n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

A few minutes later, as she released her grip, a stuttering sentence emerged from her lips.

“I… am… Stella?”

She looked blankly into the distance, her limbs moving awkwardly like a mascot: “I remember him… remember him…”

“Here we go again!”

Ling Mo pressed his chest suddenly, his expression turning somewhat serious. “What exactly does she want to do?”

“There’s no point in overthinking. In this situation, it’s better to quickly figure out the Second Camp’s affairs. People, Zombies… neither side is giving us any peace…”

…

“What is it?”

Inside the Second Camp, as the door gently closed, Ling Mo took in the entire scene clearly.

The room wasn’t large, and there weren’t many items placed around, except for a hand-drawn 3D map of the Airport hanging on the wall directly in front.

The moment he saw this map, Ling Mo’s pupils slightly contracted.

“Even though I’ve stayed here before, I’m really not familiar with its specific layout…”

He only stared at the map for two seconds before shifting his gaze to the other side of the room.

The question came from a figure engrossed in a book. Judging from the build, this person wasn’t particularly burly, but his presence gave Ling Mo a subtle sense of pressure.

“Is he one of the nails? Makes sense-someone living in a place like this probably wouldn’t be mere cannon fodder.”

Ling Mo watched him warily, wondering if he could unseat this Captain-level nail…

“Dammit, it’s all because of this mutation speed… Why is it always focusing on the brain? No matter how much the brain mutates, it can’t do much-enough already, virus, why don’t you turn your attention to the body… This is also the Spider Queen’s fault, I should have let them draw some blood from me from the start…”

He thought to himself, then mysteriously replied, “Tonight, something seems off…”

With his stiff tone, it actually sounded quite convincing…

“The key is, not to say too much! The captain has had quite a few interactions with this person. Even if they’re not taken seriously, over time the other side will definitely sense something…” With this thought, Ling Mo placed his hand on his abdomen.

“If the other side senses something wrong, then use that move…”

The chief captain continued to stare at his book, not even lifting his head, and asked, “Oh?”

Silence filled the air once again…

“You’re way too calm!” Ling Mo, holding back his impatience, waited a while before clenching his fist.

Although essentially just nonsense, Ling Mo’s goal was to elicit something from this person’s words…

But surprisingly, this person was even more reticent than him!

“A chief captain is amazing, huh! Does being a chief captain mean you can act all high and mighty? No choice now, with the mutation only in the head, I can only try to probe further…”

Thinking this, Ling Mo continued to mutter, “Secretary Yang’s expression… doesn’t seem too good either.”

The chief captain’s hand froze mid-page turn. He raised his eyes to glance at Ling Mo, seemingly showing a hint of inquiry.

This man looked to be in his early thirties, with a very pale complexion, wearing black-framed glasses, and his lips thinly pressed together.

In terms of appearance and demeanor, this chief captain had quite the commanding presence…

“But no matter how impressive your demeanor, you’re still just a chief captain!”

Ling Mo was exasperated as the other side simply glanced at him and then fell silent!

At this rate, let alone getting information, just keeping up the bluff was a mental challenge…

All the while, the main body was involuntarily pondering the Spider Queen’s matter-multi-tasking with such difficulty!

“Should I wait for the trigger?”

Ling Mo was somewhat conflicted.

Unseen within his cap, a master ball was striving to extract the virus concentrated in his brain and inject it into his body’s blood vessels…

“I need an opportunity, an opportunity to defeat them in one blow…”

Ling Mo patiently stated, “Inside the Airport, I found a trace…”

These three sentences seemed unrelated, yet each hinted at certain clues. With his occasional glances behind, anyone could tell he wasn’t able to speak directly!

“Invite me closer already! Or just take me to the inner room! Do you have no curiosity at all?” Ling Mo’s internal frustration was bubbling beneath his calm exterior.

“Snap!” The chief captain finally closed his book and asked nonchalantly, “Are they acting up again?”

“Huh?” Ling Mo was momentarily taken aback.

Who exactly is “they”? Did my random nonsense just accidentally hit on a core issue? It can’t be that coincidental…

Ling Mo couldn’t help but twitch a bit at the corners of his mouth.

“Let Secretary Yang handle it,” the chief captain said, about to lean back and continue reading.

“Not good!” Ling Mo thought, gritting his teeth.

What is “it”? And he’s clearly giving me the brush-off… If I had known the leader would be this tough to deal with, I would’ve picked someone else… Going to the Logistics might have been a decent option…

But at this point, Ling Mo couldn’t afford to waste more time.

So, he took two steps forward and said seriously, “But Secretary Yang insisted that some words must be conveyed by me directly to you.”

The chief captain adjusted his glasses and finally sighed, gesturing to the sofa beside him. “Have a seat.”

Got it!

As long as I can get close, there’s an opportunity!

The window to act is just a moment!

I have to subdue him completely before he can shout!

Otherwise, this body will be ruined, and it will put the place on high alert, making any further actions much more difficult.

But if I rashly attempt to control the chief captain, the risk of exposure would be high.

The familiarity among the nails is definitely greater than with the cannon fodder…

As Ling Mo approached, he was slowly calming his breathing.

Using this body, which hasn’t fully mutated, to take down an opponent who might be a superhuman…

When Ling Mo reached the sofa, his gaze was locked onto the chief captain.

He blinked!

This is the moment!

In the split second of a human blink, roughly 0.3 seconds, can this body’s reaction speed keep up?!

“Eat my headbutt!”

The last thing the chief captain saw as his eyes opened was a dark shadow closing in on him…

Its mouth wide open, with a seriously rigid expression on its face…

“No!”