My Girlfriend is a Zombie-Chapter 901: The Banquet of the Corpse

The eyes of the female corpse were undeniably black…

“Another human…” Ling Mo stepped around the severed head, moving slowly toward the female corpse. Along the way, his gaze swept across the ground until he quickly spotted the parasite, which was attempting to crawl deeper into the shadows.

“Still inside, huh…” Ling Mo quickly took two steps forward, carefully grabbing the parasite and pinching it tightly in his hand. He couldn’t yet be sure whether this parasite was still connected to that Progenitor Zombie, but given his previous success with using psychic interference, Ling Mo figured it was better to take this monster with him for now.

Better safe than sorry…

The parasite squirmed incessantly in his palm, but Ling Mo’s gaze had already turned back to the female corpse in front of him.

A strange odor emanated from the corpse, and something about her condition puzzled Ling Mo. Judging solely by the decayed state of her clothing, it was evident that she had died a long time ago. However, her body still retained much of its elasticity and moisture, making her appear more like a dehydrated living person than a typical corpse. Her face, though somewhat attractive, was frozen in a stark expression of terror and despair that remained vivid to this day. Moreover, her exposed skin seemed to be coated in some sort of substance…

“What is this…” Ling Mo frowned, reaching out to touch it before rubbing his fingers together. “Feels like… dried mucus? Almost like plastic wrap…” He observed it closely, mulling over the situation. “No other anomalies… So it must be this layer of mucus that preserved her body until now.”

With that thought, Ling Mo reached over and brushed aside the female corpse’s hair to reveal her tattered jacket underneath.

“No wounds… so it’s not a gestation pod. If that’s the case, why preserve her? Senior Zombies wouldn’t consume food that’s this far past its prime… Uh, sorry about that…” Though he thought the words in his mind, Ling Mo’s actions hardly conveyed any real apology. He pinched the edge of the jacket and gave it a tug, slowly pulling out a blue strap that had been hidden within.

“Snap.” A work ID card emerged, suspended in front of Ling Mo’s eyes.

“Wang Meiyi… Looks pretty similar to the photo…” Ling Mo raised his head to make a comparison.

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The hanging female corpse, juxtaposed against the sweet, carefully made-up smile of the woman in the photo…

“Alright, there is a bit of a difference,” Ling Mo turned over his work badge, then scraped off a few drops of blood on it with his fingernail, and sniffed it just below his nose, “This blood has been here for quite some time…”

He looked back at the female corpse again, then shrugged his nose. A few seconds later, his eyes expressed a very strange look… Seeing such an expression on the face of a Zombie Puppet, one could imagine Ling Mo’s feelings at that moment…

“Ah…” He suddenly sighed, thinking to himself, “Just as I expected…”

The blood on the work badge was not from this woman. Moreover, the time it was left was clearly earlier than the woman’s time of death… Such details are not too difficult for a Zombie’s olfactory system to recognize, and the accuracy is relatively high. The only flaw is that it cannot determine the exact time, as for Zombies, this kind of differentiation is more like an instinctive reaction to determine if food is fresh, rather than any sort of detection instrument.

However, with this work badge, it could be deduced that she probably died about a year ago… This former Rosen Company employee was obviously one of the Survivors who lived through the initial catastrophe. Since she was not eaten, it suggests that she might have been one of them… After the events described in the blood writings, other horrific incidents must have occurred within this group of Survivors.

“These incidents, can they be found in the memory of the Progenitor Zombie? If only we could understand the ins and outs of these events, maybe we could find what triggered her to retain her memories and emotions… But what could that be?”

During the rest of the journey, Ling Mo kept finding corpses in the same condition as the female corpse. When he finally walked out of this area of corpses, the bodies of Survivors like this had reached a total of seven. These corpses varied in age and position, but they shared one thing in common. That was the deep despair and intense agony etched on their faces…

“Hmm?”

After a sudden clearing, what Ling Mo saw was a door smeared with blood.

He stood outside the door listening for a while, then cautiously pushed open the door.

The heavy wooden door slowly split in the middle, revealing an increasingly wide gap. Behind the gap, however, was a faint stream of light…

Seeing such a scene suddenly in the perpetual darkness, there was not the slightest bit of excitement. On the contrary, Ling Mo felt a vague sense of eeriness. He cautiously peeked inside from the edge of the door before slowly entering.

Compared to the Progenitor Zombie, the evolutionary level of his Zombie Puppet was far too low. Whether by smell or Sensing, he could never detect the presence of a Progenitor Zombie in advance. Nonetheless, being cautious was still beneficial…

Of course, if the Progenitor Zombie had already recovered from the state of psychic interference, then the moment he stepped onto this floor, the opponent must have already noticed him…

There was still a trace of adventurous spirit in Ling Mo, especially since it wasn’t his main body in action, which allowed him to be more unrestrained in his movements. Regardless of whether the opponent was prepared or not, he had no intention of giving up halfway. Along the way, he wasn’t just following behind the parasite; a low probability of success didn’t mean there was no chance at all…

“I really want to see what exactly you are…”

He slowly closed the door behind him but left a small crack open. This way, if an enemy approached from behind, he could be alerted in advance… Although most enemies had already been diverted by Li Yalin and his other Zombie Puppet, this place was still the domain of the Progenitor Zombie, where the danger was even greater than below.

“It’s so quiet…”

And spacious. The room was large and luxurious. However, the luxury decor had been transformed into a somber and blood-curdling sight after being smeared with copious amounts of blood and rotting flesh. The light seeped in from behind the curtains, which, like elsewhere, were stained with blood.

“Something’s not right…” Ling Mo stared at the curtains for a few extra moments, frowning.

A few seconds later, he nodded in realization.

No wonder it felt strange… The bloodstains here weren’t solely from killings; they were more deliberately placed… almost like a decoration…

As he passed a splendid liquor cabinet, Ling Mo paused. He looked inside through the glass and then wiped the dust off it.

“I feel like there’s something inside… Tch, there really is.”

A pair of dull and lifeless eyes stared back at him from inside, beneath which lay numerous corpses. The cabinet was packed full, effectively turning it into a storage for bodies.

Next, he discovered another hanging corpse on a coat rack that swayed slightly, and even the screen was splattered with blood, with many deliberate handprints left behind…

Every step Ling Mo took here unveiled a similar horrifying scene. However, beneath the surface-level terror, Ling Mo felt a strange, unexpected sensation creeping in. For Zombies, this kind of environment probably meant nothing-but what about for humans? When the Progenitor Zombie meticulously decorated this place in such a way, what in the world had it been thinking?

“Huh?”

Rounding the folding screen, Ling Mo came upon a bizarrely unsettling living room.

If he hadn’t Sensed in advance and confirmed that there was no sign of life in the area, he might have actually misunderstood and drawn some nightmarish conclusions.

From his vantage point, a line of figures could be seen neatly seated on the living room sofa. They all sat stiffly, staring blankly ahead without the tiniest bit of movement. At first glance, their groomed hairstyles and tidy clothing were in stark contrast to the disheveled corpses outside the room. It was easy to mistake them for living humans at first glance.

But when one noticed the absolute, deathly silence hanging in the air, paired with the suffocating, blood-soaked scent that filled the space, the truth became apparent-

They were corpses, carefully arranged to create this disturbing tableau.

Ling Mo slowly walked past them from the side, allowing their grotesque appearances to come fully into view, one by one.

Four men and two women… each corpse bore their own degrees of damage and missing body parts. Judging by their professional attire, they were clearly employees of Rosen Company. Like the other suspended corpses Ling Mo had encountered earlier, each of these six faces was etched with expressions of profound terror. The key difference, however, was their mouths: someone had forcibly stretched their jaws wide open, leaving them in permanent, gaping grimaces.

And in front of them, there was another body laid out…

It was the corpse of a woman. Her hands and feet had been tightly bound, and her abdomen bore a deep, gruesome incision. The most unsettling detail, however, was her blood-red eyes-glowing eerily even in death. Her mouth was similarly locked open, and beneath her crimson eyes, two streaks of vivid, blood-red tears had been painted, as though she had been crying in agony before meeting her end.

“Do you understand it?”

A woman’s voice suddenly spoke from behind.

Ling Mo’s heart clenched as he whipped around instinctively, scanning the area.

No one was there.

His scalp prickled as a wave of unease surged through his body. He quickly swung his head back toward the living room.

This time, there was a figure standing next to the female corpse on the floor.

She was dressed in a white gown, her hair falling loosely down in front of her. Her head was tilted slightly downward, her face turned in profile as she gazed at the corpse below.

“This… is me,” the woman in white said softly.

Ling Mo remained silent but tightened his grip on the parasite in his hand. His blood ran faster through his veins as tension coiled in every muscle of his body.

This woman… she was dangerous.

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