This color... is very thin!

No wonder it smells weird, it's obviously the smell of blood mixed with other liquids...

"It's easy to know if this is it..."

Ling Mo asked the corpse puppet to pull off a corner of his clothes, and then dipped in some liquid.

She returned to the corpse and punched the corpse in the stomach.

He opened his mouth and another stream of diluted blood spurted out.

Ling Mo's eyes turned back to the wound area of ​​the corpse. The color of the blood there was normal...

"So, the wound was deliberately made to cover up?"

The corpse's joints can move flexibly, so it was obvious that it had been dead for a while.

But this was the first time Ling Mo had seen such a suicide attack.

It’s natural for zombies to hunt humans, but they shouldn’t engage in a pattern of mutual destruction...

"Look again!"

"Bang!"

Another punch.

After several consecutive punches, the zombie stopped spraying anything from its mouth.

"Sure enough, it's wrapped in the mouth!"

Ling Mo immediately understood that this zombie was a throwable disposable bomb!

The one who actually dropped the bomb is another black hand! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!