My Girlfriend is a Zombie

“What?!”

The youth had been confident of his success, but just a few seconds later, his face suddenly changed drastically.

“What’s going on?”

There wasn’t even a trace of will or memory that could be captured from the mental energy.

This attempt at reading had been a complete waste of effort for the youth.

And just as he realized this, his entire body froze in place, his hair standing on end.

There was someone behind him…

These tentacles were just decoys, waiting for the moment he got distracted.

“There’s something at the hindbrain…”

Though he didn’t turn around, he could clearly sense that something was aimed at his head…

“Is it psychic power? But it doesn’t seem purely like psychic power…”

As the youth attempted to look behind him, a mild voice immediately sounded: “I suggest you don’t move.”

“And just because you say so, I shouldn’t move?!”

As soon as the other person spoke, the youth abruptly dodged to the side, his psychic power emanating wildly.

However, Ling Mo’s reaction speed was equally astonishing. The youth was swift in his evasion, yet he still felt a sharp pain in his ear, with warm blood trickling down his neck.

“Ah!”

The youth let out a painful groan, immediately turned, and pointed a finger in front of him.

With this gesture, accompanied by psychological suggestion, a vast amount of psychic power surged forth crazily, rushing towards the lean figure standing in the shadows.

“I’ll knock you out first!” the youth shouted loudly.

Ling Mo’s expression remained unchanged. He pressed his hand to his forehead, and then as if pulling something from his head, extracted it outward.

This action immediately caused the youth to pause, and quickly, the expression on his face turned to one of horror.

“Damn!”

He had thought Ling Mo had been exhausted by the earlier attack, but to his utter surprise, the tentacle Ling Mo extracted from the psychic light cluster was even thicker than before. The psychic power it contained had reached an astonishing level, and as soon as this tentacle appeared, it branched out into countless fine threads.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It rooted itself at Ling Mo’s brow, appearing like hundreds of blood-red threads barring his front.

As soon as the youth’s psychic power collided with them, it was completely entangled by these fine threads.

Many tentacles with changing siphon tips unexpectedly emerged from the threads, burrowing deeply into the mental energy and then devouring it wildly.

Behind the threads, Ling Mo watched him calmly, his gaze growing increasingly intense with the devouring.

The youth was utterly stunned, muttering to himself, “This must be a joke…”

He never expected Ling Mo to have the ability to devour psychic power!

And in such a manner!

The youth’s scalp tingled. There were also many psychic tentacles behind him, and Ling Mo stood before him, trapping him invisibly.

Though they were all tentacles, they clearly formed two distinct types. If he weren’t sure there was no third person here, he would doubt if there were two mental ability superhumans attacking him. Besides, even if there were two, how could they possess the same ability?

However, after the initial shock, the corner of the youth’s mouth slightly twisted, revealing a strange, cold smile…

“Wait!”

Just then, the youth’s face suddenly turned pale.

Since earlier, he had a strange feeling, like something had been overlooked.

Upon seeing Ling Mo now, though he hadn’t seen his features clearly, the youth immediately reacted.

“Amputated arm, injuries…”

But there were no such signs on this person before him!

And Kaili had no reason to deceive him about this!

The youth’s mind reeled, vaguely sensing he might have made a grave mistake…

“Could it be… he used hallucinations back then too?”

This point puzzled the youth…

“Your turn,” Ling Mo said, stepping forward.

“Not injured, and able to devour. The advantages I believed I had are completely gone… but killing me won’t be that easy either!”

The youth growled fiercely, releasing a surge of psychic power as he pulled out a handgun.

But before he could fire, a sharp pain suddenly radiated from his wrist. He yelled and noticed a psychic tentacle had somehow emerged from beneath his feet. In the haze, he also seemed to catch a red glimmer…

“Ah!”

As the gun dropped from the youth’s hand, a suction power specifically targeting psychic power suddenly came from his hindbrain.

Feeling as if his brain matter was about to be sucked out, the youth let out a roar.

As his eyes grew redder, the psychic light cluster in his mind trembled, forcefully pushing back against the suction power.

Yet, at the same time, several tentacles broke through his resistance, piercing his body with a soft thud.

Overwhelmed by intense pain, the youth let out a pained groan. He realized then that Ling Mo’s backup plans were relentless, rendering the question of why Ling Mo wasn’t injured meaningless.

“Probe!”

The youth staggered back two steps, his psychic power wildly dispersing, rapidly scanning the illusion.

“It’s useless. Even if you can use a gun, your physical condition is slightly weaker than mine, so your shooting speed… too slow.”

Ling Mo had just stepped forward when he suddenly saw the youth step back.

With a ferocious expression, he slapped the air, and with a surge of psychic fluctuation, he immediately slipped into it.

Strangely, though it looked like mere air, with his plunge, half of his body abruptly disappeared.

On the half of his face that remained, a vicious look appeared: “You think I can only probe and read? Here’s a big gift for you! Formatting!”

With that, he vanished completely, his cold laughter fading with him: “Let’s see you devour this!”

“Formatting…”

Ling Mo was about to release another psychic tentacle when he suddenly paused. He sensed that the psychic power he had just devoured was rapidly dissipating. However, instead of merely fading away, this psychic energy was attempting something else-an infection!

It aimed to use this mental energy as a catalyst to attack Ling Mo’s psychic light cluster.

Yet, after a brief fluctuation, the energy reluctantly settled down and became inert.

“That was close! Luckily, to ease digestion, I had set this psychic energy aside… But this guy’s psychic power is indeed formidable. If you just want to destroy someone’s psychic power without needing to read it, using this ‘Formatting’ method would work.”

Wiping someone’s brain clean is essentially turning them into an idiot…

“It seems that Chief of Staff Wang sent him specifically because of his reading and formatting abilities…” Ling Mo frowned. Despite the youth’s capabilities, he was more concerned about Chief of Staff Wang. The man had resources and a clear, tenacious goal, making him more troublesome than dealing with Niepan.

After all, Ling Mo could infiltrate Niepan, but he couldn’t simply waltz into Falcon…

“No matter, this guy surely has a lot of memories in his head…”

Ling Mo glanced at the spot where the youth had vanished, his expression slightly peculiar, “He really does have an impressive probing ability, to find the real door within Old Zheng’s true illusion…”

This method contrasted with how Ling Mo had previously located the door, showing that the youth had a more advanced technique.

“But… you haven’t even shaken off the master ball, so how could you possibly escape me…”

Ling Mo closed his eyes to concentrate briefly, then took two steps forward, disappearing from the area as well.

…

“I finally managed to shake him off for now. That bit of energy probably couldn’t completely format him, but causing some chaos should be no problem. I’ll take this opportunity to break the illusion, and then…”

The youth stumbled into a room, but a voice behind him suddenly spoke, “And then what?”

“Shit!”

Without thinking, he turned around slightly, but his expression had already turned extremely grim.

The string of misjudgments had shaken him deeply, and this was clearly a fatal error…

“Master Ball!”

Ling Mo shouted as he unleashed a barrage of psychic tentacles once more.

“It’s useless!” the youth screamed. With the strength of his psychic power, he believed he could fend off these tentacles…

His head was also enveloped by psychic power. Whatever this master ball was, it seemed to be the source of that suction power…

But then he saw Ling Mo’s eyes…

A sliver of unease from his earlier mistake instantly amplified within him, turning his face pale and causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

As the protective layer around his head wavered, a red glimmer darted inside. Simultaneously, the mental energy in front of him shattered, and more tentacles surged out from Ling Mo’s psychic light cluster, enveloping him completely.

“So, this was the backup plan…”

The youth’s eyes were filled with confusion, but a moment of clarity washed over his mind.

“Whew…”

Ling Mo exhaled softly, raising a hand to wipe away the sweat.

Though their encounter had been brief, those two clashes had consumed nearly half of his psychic power.

The formatting ability of his opponent had especially caught him off guard.

If it hadn’t been for the psychic power of the glasses man still residing in his mind, which prevented him from immediately digesting the youth’s psychic power, he might have found himself in danger. But when facing adversaries with such formidable psychic power, Ling Mo maintained a level of caution and attentiveness, just as he had done with the opportunity he had seized.

Pop, pop, pop!

Over a dozen psychic tentacles pierced through the youth’s body, pinning him against the wall.

With his psychic power immobilized by the master ball, he was completely unable to resist.

As clarity returned to his eyes, the last thing he saw was Ling Mo slowly approaching…

“You…”

As Ling Mo’s hand pressed directly onto his forehead, the youth’s eyes widened in shock.