Zheng hadn't spoken for a while... This made it especially difficult for him to open his mouth, especially since he was talking to a human...
As he spoke, Ling Mo saw blood seep from the corner of his mouth. He was gritting his teeth to restrain the instinct to attack Ling Mo.
"They want... to buy more time, and you... are a variable..." Zheng said.
Ling Mo was stunned and then asked, "They? The zombies of Central City? What do you mean by variable?"
In fact, he felt he didn't need to ask the first question... Only the zombies of Central City could forcibly transform humans like this. But he could also tell that a transformed zombie like Old Zheng would not live long.
The different viruses within them only maintained a temporary balance, and this balance was destined not to last long. Once the viruses began to devour each other again, it would mark the beginning of their physical and mental collapse.
