My Girlfriend is a Zombie

Chapter 738 – I Can Flexibly Wrap My Body Twice!

“Ugh…”

The zombie slowly shook its head, staring suspiciously at the zombie puppet controlled by Ling Mo. From its perspective, this fellow zombie was clearly very low-level. Logically, it shouldn’t have been able to see through its enemy-luring tactics. It had done everything possible within the allowed conditions to provoke it; even if the zombie puppet sensed its powerful aura, it should have uncontrollably charged forward. But what was happening now?

“Startled? It’s okay, you can calm down first,” Ling Mo said, turning his eyes toward the surroundings. He quickly found what he was looking for on an iron chain.

The zombie fixed its round eyes on Ling Mo as he walked over and reached out with two deformed fingers to pinch the tag.

“Hey, I originally thought you were at the dominant level…” Ling Mo glanced at the tag, then looked up in surprise at the zombie.

The tag detailed various aspects of this zombie, and one entry, real-time updated data, caught Ling Mo’s attention. The virus concentration in its blood was 47%, exceeding what Ling Mo had seen in that previous report.

“So, you’re at the King level?” Ling Mo asked, although it was an obvious question. He was speaking more fluently, but the zombie looked increasingly shocked, now dumbfounded.

The expression on the face of this senior zombie was quite novel and not typical for a wild zombie. It was either confined here for quite a long time or was artificially cultivated by the experimental group. Ling Mo thought the former was more likely since senior zombies are hard to nurture. Even the experimental group knew they had to feed zombies with gel or mother hive, but they didn’t have the capacity to collect these things in large quantities.

Catching zombies alive and extracting their blood…tasks like these were not problematic to issue. But how about adding a task like “brain extraction”? Much like opening up a torso, such tasks were as normal to a zombie as peeling a banana, but for those not from the medical community, it was an extremely challenging test. Not to mention brain extraction. Perverts, after all, are in the minority…

Ling Mo flipped the tag over and took another look, his eyes lighting up: “Oh, so you’re a variation zombie.”

He grinned and looked at the zombie with interest. In the eyes of the variation zombie, although this fellow still had stiff facial muscles and an extremely unusual expression, for some reason, it suddenly felt a sense of unease.

“Clang…”

The iron chain shook with the zombie’s writhing. It stared at Ling Mo who had walked to the left side of the room, opened a cabinet, and took out an aluminum sterilization box. Then, Ling Mo slowly walked back toward him.

“Mmm…”

“Alright, they plugged your mouth to keep you quiet. No matter how much you groan, it’s useless,” Ling Mo said sincerely, after placing the aluminum box on the ground.

“Mmm!”

“Code 101, am I right? I’m really curious, why give you such a high code number…Maybe it’s to highlight your uniqueness?” Ling Mo’s tone sounded casual, but he was indeed trying to get close to the zombie. If you think about it, it was pretty weird. Late at night, he controlled a zombie puppet to infiltrate this secret laboratory and was now chatting with a zombie bound in chains…

101 stopped making noises because Ling Mo had already opened the aluminum box.

“A scalpel and an oversized syringe, exactly what I expected. But this short saw really feels out of place here…” Ling Mo took out the saw, looked at it for a moment, and asked, “Don’t you think?”

101’s eyes darted around, finally understanding the situation. This fellow not only couldn’t be treated as prey, but he also planned to hunt him instead! In a normal state, he could have easily killed this low-level zombie with just a finger, but now he was tied up so tightly that he couldn’t use anything except his mouth!

Seeing Ling Mo stand up with the saw, 101 couldn’t hold back any longer and blurted out, “Out of place? What do you mean?”

“You speak quite fluently,” Ling Mo remarked playfully, looking 101 up and down. Though the iron chain was restraining his mouth, he could still speak, albeit with some difficulty. If he could think of biting, he could naturally speak as well.

“What…what exactly are you?” 101 asked warily, sniffing the air. Although this creature in front of him emitted the same aura as his kind, there were just too many things that felt off.

“That’s a question I should be asking you,” Ling Mo said, fiddling with the saw.

He didn’t truly believe he could threaten 101, but his zombie identity served as an excellent smokescreen.

“Why should I tell you?” 101 blinked rapidly.

As a zombie, he was incredibly poor at hiding his intentions…that rapid blinking and eager look on his face plainly said, “I want to negotiate.”

“You answer my questions, and I’ll let you go,” Ling Mo proposed.

101’s eyes widened, and he suddenly began to struggle, the iron chain clinking loudly: “Really? So you escaped too?”

“It’s you who should be answering the questions, not me.” Ling Mo rolled his eyes. He had to admit, 101’s mind was pretty sharp, much smarter than a typical variation zombie.

Wait a minute…

A flash of insight hit Ling Mo, and he looked at 101 with renewed interest.

Smarter than a typical variation zombie… Could this be a Progenitor?

The more Ling Mo thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. The zombie in front of him could potentially be the Progenitor that created No.1!

Seeing Ling Mo’s strange expression, 101 twisted his armless upper body nervously and asked hesitantly, “What do you want to know?”

“Are you a Progenitor?” Ling Mo asked straightforwardly.

“Progenitor…” 101 contemplated for a moment before shaking his head, “Can’t you tell I’m male?”

“…My mistake, let me rephrase that. Are they keeping you here to extract fluids from you?” Ling Mo asked again.

101’s eyelids drooped instantly. After a few seconds, he raised his head with a ferocious expression, causing the iron chain to rattle once more: “Not just blood! They took all kinds of fluids from me, all kinds! Blood, bone marrow, and-“

“Alright! I get it!” Ling Mo quickly interrupted. He felt like his ears would suffer if this continued.

Glancing at the saw in his hand, Ling Mo showed a look of disdain, and his gaze shifted to the base of 101’s thigh.

101 froze for a moment and then quickly clamped his legs together nervously. “No, they actually take it from the abdomen…”

“Glad to hear it’s not…down there,” Ling Mo sighed in relief.

“Look at my arm, they even amputated that!” 101 complained bitterly.

“Hmm? Wasn’t that to prevent you from escaping?” Ling Mo asked, somewhat bewildered.

101 shook his head. “No! They carefully put it on ice. Maybe they think it’s tastier when chilled… those despicable humans.”

“Uh… no one is interested in eating your flesh, really,” Ling Mo said with a shudder.

“What do you mean? Don’t be fooled by my current appearance; my flesh was highly sought after!” 101 retorted angrily.

Ling Mo began to understand. Being used as a virus production machine for so long had caused significant issues with 101’s body. He survived thanks to his extraordinary regenerative abilities, but some permanent damage was inevitable, leaving him looking withered and worn.

This was the first narcissistic zombie Ling Mo had ever encountered, and his unique variety of narcissism was truly characteristic of a zombie.

Although 101 wasn’t clear about where his body parts ended up, Ling Mo was now certain that this was indeed a Progenitor zombie.

“One more question…” Ling Mo raised his chin and stared at 101. “What’s your variation?”

From 101’s appearance alone, it was difficult to discern his variation…

Unexpectedly, this question made 101’s expression darken.

After a while, he suddenly looked up and spoke toward the front: “Low… same kind…”

“If you want to call yourself low-level, just say it. Don’t hold back-“

“Move that thing further away… Anyway, don’t interrupt me.” 101 continued, “Same kind, in your memory, is there a human term…”

“What is it…” Watching 101 intentionally display a sorrowful expression, Ling Mo already anticipated the answer…

“Gibbon…” 101 sighed, “My hands could wrap around my body twice, and they had only two fingers!”

“Why do you emphasize the two fingers with such pride…” Indeed, the thought process of a wild zombie was hard to understand…

“You don’t get it. In the human world, having only two fingers is quite revered. Ever heard of the Two-Finger Zen? Never mind, I shouldn’t expect you to understand too much about the human world… What are you doing?” 101 suddenly clammed up.

Ling Mo picked up a scalpel with one hand and took out a bottle with the other: “I sympathize with what you’ve been through, but now I need your cooperation.”

“For what…” 101 asked, wide-eyed.

“I need to take some blood. It may hurt a bit, but you’re probably used to that by now, right? Relax and don’t go crazy.”

Ling Mo grinned and decisively moved behind 101. Facing him head-on wasn’t entirely safe, but once he was behind, 101 could only glare helplessly.

“Why are you… you…mmph!”

Amid 101’s struggles, Ling Mo, back in the dormitory building, displayed a satisfied smile.

He had finally found the Progenitor, and with it, the virus…

Still, Ling Mo was quite curious about the whereabouts of 101’s arm.

He could understand the purpose of extracting the virus, but why was the arm amputated? What could they possibly need it for?