âWhat kind of nose is thisâŠâ
Ling Mo had just furrowed his brows when Butterfly continued, âDonât look at me like that. Yes, Iâm talking about you. Itâs fascinating how thereâs such a strong zombie virus scent on youâŠâ
âWhat the heck, you can really smell that?!â
Ling Moâs first reaction was to think of the trace amounts of virus in his body-or perhaps the Spider Queen that had once resided within him. But upon closer reflection, the scent shouldnât be so strong that it emanates outward. This much he could confirm simply by observing Yu Shiranâs expression when she looked at him⊠With that thought, Ling Mo inconspicuously lifted his gaze toward Yu Shiran.
âGuluâŠâ Yu Shiran, ever sensitive, quickly turned her head and involuntarily swallowed while staring at Ling Mo.
âNot bad,â Ling Mo breathed a sigh of relief and shifted his gaze back again, thinking silently, âIt seems the scent on me is still predominantly human⊠Then what exactly did he smell?â
âOh, right.â Ling Mo suddenly had an epiphany. âThis morning, to ensure I had enough energy, I was with Ye Lian and the others⊠No wonder, Senior Zombies are impressive. The scent from just a touch of the lips can last until now! That said, whatâs up with this guyâs sense of smell? He can detect such a faint scent from this far away? So⊠he must be incredibly sensitive to the scent of the virus.â
Noticing that Ling Mo was first frowning and then thoughtfully rubbing his lips, without any intention of engaging him in conversation, Butterflyâs expression turned a bit sour.
He glanced at Yu Shiran and then flashed a sweet smile, saying, âIt seems the scents on your body are the reason you can get along so well with them. Interesting, I didnât expect to meet someone like me here. Haha, Iâm quite interested in both of you. This is such an unexpected surpriseâŠâ
âIâm nothing like you!â
Ling Moâs reply came instantly, and speaking in unison with him was Yu Shiran in midair.
But the moment Yu Shiran realized they had spoken together, she let out a muffled grunt and turned her head to the side.
âAt a time like this, canât we just focus on the common enemy? Iâm already dead tired, and I still have to deal with this unwavering disdain for humans⊠Truly, some people are just born idiots!â Ling Mo muttered angrily to himself. Slowly, he started walking toward Butterfly. âI donât know exactly what kind of misunderstanding youâre harboring, but if weâre talking about interest, Iâd say I find you quite intriguing too. To be honest, running into someone like you is quite an unexpected surprise for me as well. SoâŠâ
Ling Mo gradually pulled both hands out of his pockets. He rubbed his temples gently with an air of calm, then closed his eyes.
When he lowered his hands and reopened his eyes, his entire demeanor underwent a radical transformation. âLetâs just say⊠the feelingâs mutual.â
Earlier, Ling Mo gave off a somewhat laid-back and nonchalant vibe. But just like Butterfly at this moment, an aura of intense confidence and murderous intent now radiated from him. Before, his eyes seemed deep and bright, but now they held a razor-sharp edge to them.
An invisible wave of pressure emanated from Ling Moâs gaze and locked directly onto Butterfly. Even Tang Hao, who wasnât the target of this intensity, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked at Ling Mo with a complicated expression and thought to himself, âThe atmosphere just shifted completely⊠Itâs like the oppressive feeling you get when the sky suddenly darkens. Looks like, when he fought me, maybe he only relied on underhanded tactics and didnât even use his full strengthâŠâ
âThen again, itâs been a long time since I last went all out,â Ling Mo spoke slowly as he adjusted his stance.
âThatâs for sure!â Tang Hao muttered from the back, feeling a bitter sense of injustice.
However, upon further reflection, during his battle with Ling Mo, the latter had relied heavily on support from that mutation panda and the terrain. As far as Tang Hao was concerned, Ling Moâs greatest strength wasnât his personal combat ability but his razor-sharp strategic mind and the perfect coordination with his mutation panda.
Even if Ling Mo had been holding back at the time, his indirect attacks had barely managed to scratch Tang Hao. That much, at least, was undeniable.
Which is why, when it came to this upcoming fight with Butterfly, the outcome was still anyoneâs guessâŠ
âIf you treat Butterfly as just another human, youâll definitely suffer for it,â Tang Hao speculated internally. âGiven the circumstances, even with that little girl as his ally, itâs doubtful theyâll gain much of an advantage. Besides, Butterfly is one of the rare mutation-system typesâŠâ
A grim smile tugged at the corner of Tang Haoâs lips, and with that thought, his fighting spirit rekindled.
âButterfly and I have a decent relationship. Right now, heâs in an uncontrollable state, so itâs normal he doesnât care about me. But as long as he finishes off these two, then Iâll be saved! As long as he wins, it doesnât matter what Iâve said to Ling Mo⊠yes, thatâs it⊠go die, hahaha!â đĂŁâá»ĐĂĆ
Unfortunately for him, none of the people present paid any attention to his twisted expression.
Butterfly quietly observed as Ling Mo steadily closed the distance. Suddenly, he covered his mouth with a hand and chuckled, âA mental ability user, huh⊠Seems like youâre a bit of a special case in that category, arenât you?â He glanced meaningfully at Yu Shiran, then tilted his head to the side with an audible crack. Afterward, he grabbed his left arm and, with a forceful push, snapped it back into place.
âCrack!â
The previously twisted left arm realigned itself, and Butterfly took a moment to stretch his limbs. His expression gradually shifted to one of satisfaction. By this time, Ling Mo had stopped approximately forty meters away. From his vantage point, he could see Butterflyâs profile clearly. Though he couldnât quite put his finger on it, Ling Mo felt as if Butterflyâs hair had grown longer, and there seemed to be something noticeably different about his eyes-his left and right eyes no longer matched.
To be precise, it looked as though Butterflyâs body was undergoing a gradual and intensified split. The left half appeared more like her-the female Butterfly. Meanwhile, the right half resembled Qi-Ge, combining the traits of both siblings into one unsettling figure.
âSo, youâre really planning to have a proper fight with me, huh? Perfect. My bodyâs been itching for something exciting.â With that, Butterfly suddenly ripped off half of his shirt with a sharp tearing sound.
As the tattered, bloodstained fabric fluttered to the ground, an overwhelming splash of blood-red color came into view, catching everyoneâs attention.
Dozens upon dozens of blood-red butterflies flowed out from Butterflyâs shoulder and crawled across his skin, their vibrancy particularly pronounced around the jagged, gory wound on his torso. The sight was grotesquely mesmerizing, as if these blood-colored butterflies were emerging directly from the very depths of his body, spilling forth through the open wound.
The sight made Ling Moâs scalp tingle and sent a chill down his spine. Even Yu Shiran froze for a moment, stunned. The two exchanged a brief glance, and in that instant, they both saw the same astonishment reflected in each otherâs eyes.
âWe canât let thisâŠâ Yu Shiran started to speak but quickly stopped as Ling Mo raised a hand to her, signaling her to hold back.
âDonât force it. Let me handle this,â Ling Mo said calmly.
It took Yu Shiran a beat to process his words. When she finally registered what he meant, her eyes widened in disbelief. âNo way! He might be human, but heâs really troublesome! How do I put this⊠hmm⊠Once you start fighting him, heâs just ridiculously hard to deal with!â She bit her lip, struggling to articulate the kind of unease Butterfly brought out in her.
Ling Mo let out a sigh, his gaze sharpening as he spoke with newfound determination. âIâll handle this. You head over to the smaller building. I assume you can figure out a way to bring Xu Shuhan out, right? If somethingâs gone wrong over there, provide support if you can.â After a moment of consideration, he added, âAnd donât overextend your stamina.â
He had rushed out earlier without clearly explaining the situation. While Yuwen Xuan and the others were somewhat prepared, Ling Mo felt it was better to double down on contingencies. After all, if his assumptions were correct, sending Yu Shiran and Black Silk over there now would definitely make a significant differenceâŠ
At the same time, Ling Mo mentally reached out to Ye Lian and sent her a message in his mind. âYe Lian, Iâm relying on you to hold the position up above.â
âOkayâŠâ Ye Lian responded with a nod.
On the rooftop, the female zombie suddenly shifted the direction of her gun, aiming downward to focus her attention on the street below.
The street was packed with a dense throng of zombies. From her vantage point above, it looked like a swarm of starving wolves, silently waiting for their prey to emerge. Directly across the street stood the Rosen Company building, eerily quiet and looming like a massive cement tomb. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional sight of a blood-red curtain fluttering out of a broken window on the high-rise, adding an extra layer of dread to the already grotesque atmosphere.
âNow then,â Ling Mo said, turning his gaze toward Butterfly with an unwavering focus, âitâs our turn to have some fun.â














