The researcher's expression finally became tense. He stared incredulously at Ling Mo while reaching out his hand and slapping the faucet twice.
The gray gas in the room increased, yet Ling Mo still stood perfectly fine at the door, gazing at him somewhat woodenly.
Even though no expression could be seen on the zombie's face, the researcher felt immense pressure from being watched by Ling Mo like this.
Cold sweat was already dripping down his face, and his originally pale complexion turned beet red.
"What the hell is going on!" The researcher panicked, and Lan Lan was even more stunned.
The reason she dared to bring Ling Mo here was because of this last barrier.
But now, this last resort completely failed to work!
Lan Lan suddenly felt ashen in her heart, thinking, "I'm doomed..."
At the thought of soon being torn into two halves, Lan Lan's eyes couldn't help turning red.
She hadn't expected to mess up once, but twice in a row... This was simply self-destructive...
