My Girlfriend is a Zombie Chapter 1323: The Lonely Master Feels Like Snow

“Phew, finally made it.” Ling Mo sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

He now stood inside a structure adjacent to the Falcon Protective Wall. After orchestrating a diversion with over a dozen zombies to distract Senior Sister and the others, he was silently transported here by the bat.

This creature earned its moniker not merely for its wings, but for its exceptional ability to mask its scent.

Though burdened with a human passenger increased the risk, their combined efforts, coupled with a stroke of luck, ensured their successful ingress.

Meanwhile, Senior Sister and the rest remained unfazed within the zombie swarm, already making their way towards him.

However, from this vantage point, Ling Mo couldn’t discern the situation within the Camp, nor the precise landing zone of the helicopter.

But the bat could.

Taking a breath, the creature lowered its head. “Master, those humans are seven hundred meters from our current position,” it reported.

“This sense of smell is completely unfair!” Ling Mo grumbled internally, a sudden thought striking him. “Can you also gauge the population density within the Camp based on the scents of people there?”

“Not for those at a distance,” the bat replied, causing a flicker of disappointment in Ling Mo. “I can detect those individuals because I specifically recalled their unique scents and continuously reinforced that memory. That’s how I can differentiate them from so far away.”

“Well, even cheats have their limitations…”

Ling Mo quickly composed himself and rephrased his question. “Then tell me about the ones nearby.”

“Certainly. The human count on the outermost perimeter is consistent, with one person stationed every three meters behind the wall. Further inside, the numbers diminish in that direction,” the bat indicated, pointing.

A uniform presence along the perimeter made sense. The Protective Wall was the lifeline of Falcon Camp; a guard every three steps was hardly an exaggeration.

For anyone attempting a stealthy infiltration, the Protective Wall represented the primary formidable barrier.

While bypassing it from the highway might seem easier, taking such a lengthy detour presented its own set of challenges.

What Ling Mo required most at this moment was time.

“Those survivors bring news of the Central Region Camp’s demise. Regardless of the specifics, the Falcon senior management will undoubtedly convene to debrief them. That will be the opportune moment for the assassination,” Ling Mo mused.

The instant he learned these survivors would seek refuge within the human enclave in X City, his thoughts immediately turned to Falcon and his own meticulously crafted revenge scheme.

Naturally, other factors contributed to this decision as well…

“These survivors have finally entered the human camp. According to your strategy, all the Central City zombies in X City will converge here, correct?” Ling Mo inquired.

He had been aware of this convergence for some time, but uncertainty lingered about potential last-minute shifts, making confirmation prudent.

“Yes, that is correct,” the bat affirmed truthfully.

A subtle smile touched the corners of Ling Mo’s lips. “Then our only course of action is to strike first. The sooner, the better.”

Shortly thereafter, several figures entered through the doorway behind him, one by one.

The colossal Xiao Bai attempted to follow, but alas, only the creaking of the doorframe and its mournful “MeGu” cry were audible as it failed to squeeze through.

“Wait in the hallway, you,” Ling Mo commanded with a chuckle.

These days, with the exception of Xu Shuhan, the other female zombies had not consumed any Low-Level Gel.

Yet, beyond an initial bout of restlessness, their demeanor and vitality had begun to undergo a transformation.

Xia Na’s left eye had turned crimson, while the right retained its dark hue. A faint smile played on her lips, and the ghostly apparition that occasionally flickered behind her lent her an even more unnerving aura, capable of inducing hallucinations merely by gazing upon her.

Li Yalin’s movements grew increasingly fluid and peculiar, her vertical pupils becoming more pronounced.

Ye Lian, conversely, appeared more disoriented, but her presence exuded an unpredictable power; when her strength manifested, simply standing near her sent shivers of cold sweat down one’s spine.

The most peculiar transformation was observed in Black Silk… She had visibly grown, transitioning from an apparent age of five or six to around eight or nine. Her increased stature, when standing beside Yu Shiran, made them resemble a pair of twins.

However, one exuded an air of vacant innocence, while the other clearly radiated cunning.

Pear casually remarked that these changes were attributable solely to… their hunger.

When hunger reached a critical point, the inherent zombie nature was fully unleashed, causing the dormant strength they usually suppressed to erupt forth.

And Ling Mo, under the watchful eyes of this cadre of ravenous zombies, felt an almost unbearable pressure…

“When those foreign zombies arrive, you will have your fill,” he hastened to assure them.

According to the bat, Xia Na and the others were currently in a depleted state, and consuming zombies of an equivalent level to the mother hive would yield significantly greater benefits.

This revelation also clarified their fondness for “Blood Feast.” Beyond merely advancing their evolution, it apparently satisfied a constant “hunger.”

Truth be told, if zombies remained stationary, they wouldn't perish from starvation even after extended periods without sustenance. However, this gnawing craving would continuously escalate.

If a human succumbs to extreme hunger and descends into madness, one could only imagine the plight of a zombie, devoid of self-control…

“When do we make our move?” Xia Na inquired, her lips curving as a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes.

“In approximately one hour, as the sun descends below the horizon, we will initiate our plan.” Ling Mo felt a prickle along his scalp, unwilling to entertain any further delays.

The original plan was for tonight… Yet, in Ling Mo’s assessment, the defenses during the nocturnal hours were undeniably more formidable compared to the daytime.

Conversely, at dusk, marking the transition between day and night, it was highly probable that Falcon Camp would be undergoing a shift change. Infiltrating during this precise window offered the highest probability of success.

“Indeed, I am quite clever!”

Ling Mo offered himself a silent commendation, attempting to alleviate the unsettling sensation of being scrutinized as if he were a piece of meat on a spit. He then shifted the topic, asking, “Have all the zombies I requested been secured?”

His intention was purely to divert the conversation.

“Yes, Ban Yue and Host Xu are currently overseeing them,” Li Yalin confirmed with a nod.

Naturally, these female zombies were not merely intended for sowing discord; they also served a crucial role in assisting Ling Mo with the apprehension of “Senior Zombies.”

Yet, among the considerable number of zombies encountered, the strongest ones they could manage to capture within the limited timeframe were only at the advanced stage.

Naturally, he harbored no desire for Leader-Level or Overlord-Level specimens… His primary objective was disposable assets!

Within mere minutes, Xia Na and her companions had successfully subdued and captured thirty mutated zombies, all of advanced cultivation.

These zombies, now rendered unconscious, were haphazardly piled in the corridor, resembling discarded sacks.

Ban Yue maintained a composed posture while seated nearby, whereas Xu Shuhan observed from a slight distance, her demeanor betraying a sense of unease.

“Host Xu, please proceed to guard the entrance of the unit,” Ling Mo instructed.

What he was about to undertake was not something he wished for Xu Shuhan to witness. Therefore, he decided to proceed organically.

As anticipated, the moment Xu Shuhan received his directive, she promptly nodded and vanished from sight.

Who would willingly remain in close proximity to such a multitude of zombies! It was, after all, a terrifying prospect…

Ling Mo drew a steadying breath where he stood, subsequently closing his eyes.

This action might have appeared somewhat erratic… however, the instant the first zombie arduously regained its footing, that sense of wildness dissipated entirely.

What remained was an overwhelming… eeriness!

Regrettably, the sole witness capable of any exclamation was the bat, which imbued Ling Mo with a peculiar sentiment.

No onlookers… a truly solitary existence, much like the unblemished snow…

One by one, the zombies began to rise. A bead of cold sweat trickled down Ling Mo’s forehead.

Yet, upon opening his eyes and observing all the zombies standing in disciplined formation on the stairs, an undeniable expression of satisfaction spread across his face.

This comprised an elite contingent!

Prioritizing quality over sheer numbers! Otherwise, with his current mental fortitude, he likely could have commanded a hundred common zombies.

However, distributing his attention to direct those hundred individuals to perform disparate tasks would prove exceedingly challenging.

Furthermore, such rigid movements, whether facing human adversaries or agile zombies, rendered them no different than stationary targets.

Thirty elite zombies represented the ideal number! It did not exceed his control threshold, allowing for timely replenishment, and he possessed the capability to command each one individually.

This outcome was the product of Ling Mo’s prolonged experimentation, a process that had frequently left him feeling lightheaded…

But now, with his mental energy abundant, Ling Mo felt his arduous efforts had not been in vain.

After all, he was tasked with navigating between Falcon Camp and the foreign zombie hordes – how could he possibly manage every single aspect alone?

With these Zombie Puppets at his disposal, the situation had become significantly more secure…

“Very well, now we simply await the descent of the sun,” Ling Mo exhaled a breath of relief, casting a contented gaze upon his assembled Zombie Puppets.

However, as he continued to observe them, a peculiar sensation began to surface…

“Why do I feel so much like a shepherd tending to the dead? Confound it!”