My Girlfriend is a Zombie

Chapter 790: The Screaming Wall

Just as Ling Mo entered the corridor, there was sudden movement in a corner on the Fifth Floor…

“The one who just broke in, his psychic power is quite something. His judgment isn’t bad either…” A man exhaled a puff of smoke and said.

A girl next to him asked with disinterest, “Niepan?”

“I don’t know about that, but he’s not one of those two,” the man replied with some uncertainty, rubbing his temple with one hand, looking rather tired.

“Then just trap him for now. It’s not every day we get a lead; we can’t afford to let it slip,” the girl suddenly took on a rough tone. “If he causes trouble, leave him to me.”

“No, no!” The man quickly responded, “I’ll play with him a bit. You rest, please, you must rest.”

“Make sure you handle it though…” the girl reminded him.

“Don’t worry… Oh! I’m dizzy!”

Hearing the man’s exclamation, the girl immediately tensed up, “What happened? Is there news from her?”

“No…” The man quickly calmed down but spoke with some excitement, “I was mistaken; he’s not just good, he’s very strong!”

As he spoke, he lit another cigarette with a snap.

…

As soon as Ling Mo entered the corridor on the Fifth Floor, he distinctly felt something different.

The dim light, and that eerie silence…

“Creak… Creak…”

His footsteps seemed intentionally amplified, and just taking a few quicker steps made it feel like someone was following him.

“Something’s not right…”

Ling Mo soon stopped. After a moment’s thought, he raised his hand and knocked on the wall.

Thump!

With a muffled sound, the wall bulged slightly.

Before Ling Mo could react, a distorted, grimacing face suddenly emerged.

The face was hidden beneath the layer of the wall, its mouth wide open, biting toward Ling Mo’s fingers.

Through the wall, Ling Mo could see its sharp teeth and those hollow eyes.

“Ah!” A faint scream penetrated through the wall.

“The Screaming Wall…”

Ling Mo stood still, his hand remaining in place.

“Snap!”

With a swift flick of his psychic tentacle, the face instantly shut its mouth. Then, it silently vanished…

“Indeed, not only vision, but also hearing and touch are affected. Only psychic power remains unaffected.”

Ling Mo furrowed his brow again. The psychic tentacle could help him distinguish between illusion and reality and break the illusion in front of him, but his naked eyes were still affected.

“In that case, maybe you should try closing your eyes? If you cut off the visual input, you can ignore the other impacts,” Black Silk suggested.

“No need. The illusion itself is based on this hospital, so the general layout won’t change. Keeping my eyes closed wouldn’t help much and would just waste time.”

Ling Mo shook his head and looked deeper into the corridor. “I’m just curious. If they want to catch someone, why make it so complicated? It seems more like a trap…”

As he said this, Ling Mo felt like he had grasped something. But then, thinking of that familiar woman’s voice, he immediately dismissed it.

“Probably not…”

The number of corpses above him gradually increased. At first, Ling Mo could pick his way around the gaps, but later he had to stick close to the walls.

All he could glimpse out of the corner of his eye were dangling feet, which certainly wasn’t a comfortable sight…

“Never mind the numbers; the fact that none of these corpses have the same face is baffling… How much does this person love imagining corpses? In a way, it’s quite impressive!” Ling Mo couldn’t help but marvel.

“Looking at every corpse makes you pretty strong too…” Black Silk muttered.

Creak-

After a short walk, a soft sound suddenly echoed from deep within the corridor.

It sounded like someone scratching a chalkboard with their nails-harsh and sudden.

“Are they really trying to stall me… and using such an annoying sound?”

As Ling Mo looked towards the sound’s source, a chill ran up his spine.

No need to think; he knew something had probably set its sights on him…

Buzz…

At the moment he looked up, bluish-white lights suddenly flickered on.

“Oh come on, they even have lighting effects…”

Ling Mo instinctively started to turn his head, but his attention was caught by a gaze.

Among the hanging corpses, one was staring intently at him…

This corpse was wearing a female hospital gown, with hair draping down on both sides, and a deathly pale complexion. Its yellowish eyes were fixed on him.

After locking eyes with Ling Mo for a second, the corpse’s neck suddenly jerked, making a faint snapping sound.

At the same time, its mouth slightly opened, and a raspy voice squeezed out from its throat, “I…”

“Snap!”

As the tentacle shot through, the female corpse immediately vanished.

“For a moment, I thought someone might be pretending to be a corpse to ambush me, but I guess I was overthinking it,” Ling Mo said.

“Most people can’t pretend to be a corpse, and why do you sound so disappointed?” Black Silk asked, puzzled.

“If I encountered a person, I could ask them questions about the situation. If I got it wrong, I could always back out… However, the fact that the other side didn’t use such a good opportunity means this person can’t integrate living people into their illusion, or at least can’t alter other living beings’ appearances,” Ling Mo explained.

The opponent’s illusion, no matter how realistic or complete, wasn’t perfect.

Living people have their own psychic power and can’t be completely manipulated by someone else’s will, so disguising them is not easy.

Eliminating this possibility gave Ling Mo more confidence in his ability to get out safely.

As he spoke, Ling Mo had arrived at the entrance of the first ward. But after taking a look, he showed no intention of going in.

Instead, after frowning and thinking for a moment, he muttered to himself, stepped two paces to the left, and reached out his hand, pressing against the wall.

“Are you trying to walk through the wall?” Black Silk exclaimed.

“That was just a hallucination. If you believe there’s a door there and walk through, you’ll hit the wall. Another possibility is that you’ll think you’ve walked through a door but are actually just marching in place. However, when I was on the fourth floor, I memorized the distance between each door. Even if there are slight differences, it shouldn’t be too far off. If my memory fails, I can still use my tentacles to confirm the location,” Ling Mo thought to himself.

“Is that so…” Black Silk responded thoughtfully.

“But why are you still here? Hasn’t Yu Shiran taken over from you yet?” Ling Mo asked suddenly.

“She’s here. We’re listening together. Do you want to talk to her? Given my current state, I can create a brief connection for you two…”

Before Ling Mo could say ‘no,’ Yu Shiran’s voice already echoed in his mind: “Sausage!”

The Zombie Loli’s voice was quite clear, but still carried a slightly hollow tone.

This was obviously due to signal issues…

“…She sends her regards,” Ling Mo said, speechless.

Meanwhile, Ling Mo had mysteriously passed through the “wall” and appeared inside a ward.

Whether it was due to a different layout or hallucinations, this ward was much larger than those downstairs.

A regular ward only had two or three beds, but this one had eight.

Not only that, most of the beds were separated by curtains, making it difficult to see the entire room at a glance.

The window was shut, with nothing but darkness outside. Yet, strangely, the curtains inside the room began to sway.

“Whimper… whimper…”

A low sobbing sound suddenly emerged, piercing the stillness with its clarity.

“Already failed once, and still won’t give up…”

Ling Mo’s expression remained unchanged as he walked toward the source of the crying.

Behind the slightly swaying curtain, a figure in white, with its back to Ling Mo, crouched by a hospital bed.

Judging by the consistent heaving of its back, it was clear the sobbing was coming from this figure…

Ling Mo glanced around to ensure there were no other phantoms before turning his attention back to it.

“According to the typical ghost movie cliché, if I walk over now, pat the figure on the shoulder, and ask if everything’s okay, I’m a hundred percent likely to see a grimace…” Ling Mo thought to himself as he walked over and patted the figure’s shoulder, “You okay?”

“Hey, why did you have to ask?” Yu Shiran immediately responded, jumping in.

Unfortunately, before she could finish her sentence, Ling Mo’s hand had already made contact.

“Whimper…”

The white figure’s sobbing abruptly stopped, and both Yu Shiran and Black Silk fell silent.

Neither this zombie nor the mutation creature had ever witnessed such a scene; they were completely stunned.

In their understanding, humans, being prey, shouldn’t behave this bizarrely…

As the white figure braced itself on the bed and slowly stood up, Ling Mo took two steps back.

“Maybe it’ll try to disgust me somehow. Better to keep a safe distance just in case…”

As he was thinking that, the white figure turned around.

To his surprise, the appearance of this phantom was quite attractive.

Not only was it wearing a well-fitted nurse’s uniform, but it also had a highly recognizable face.

“Isn’t that that famous actress!” Ling Mo was taken aback.

The nurse glanced at Ling Mo and wiped away her tears, “Hello…”

“Can you listen to my troubles?” she asked expectantly.

“No,” Ling Mo replied firmly.

“The patient I was taking care of died,” the nurse continued on her own.

“So this is the strategy now! Trying to stall me by telling a story?” Ling Mo’s expression grew peculiar.

However, the nurse had already begun sobbing again, “He was almost recovered, but he jumped from the second floor to spend more time with me, and shattered his bladder…”

Ling Mo had already prepared his tentacle, but a flash of curiosity crossed his eyes.

He watched the nurse intently for a moment and then suddenly interrupted, “Are you the one who created this illusion?”