Fairy Tail: I Am the God

Unlike the headless corpse that charged straight in, Kidd, as the pathfinder, noticeably slowed down and observed more carefully.

The three corpse puppets are at different stages of development and are heading in different directions.

Two of them scouted ahead, one on the left and one on the right, while the last one kept an eye on what was behind them and around them.

As they passed the guardhouse door, they peeked inside, but apart from the damp floor and the dark brown bloodstains that had spread out, there was nothing unusual.

"Is it really mental power?"

Kidd thought to himself.

However, he needed to observe more than just this point; there were other details as well.

“It seems no creature has come in.” Kidd gently pushed open the swaying security door, manipulating the puppet, and then looked down at his feet.

"and many more……"

He suddenly sniffed, then squatted down and reached into the gap to pick at it.

The powder was dark brown with a slight bloody smell, suggesting it wasn't too old.

"It seems there really are some terrible things here."

Kidd himself revealed a meaningful smile.

"How to say?"

Mo Fan kept observing the screen, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

“I was observing some interesting locations based on the zombies’ activity patterns and I found something very interesting,” Kidd said.

"What do you mean?"

Mo Fan asked curiously.

“Zombies like to burrow into houses and dark places.” Kidd paused, looked around, and said, “If we can find traces of a battle here, or a strong smell of the virus, that would at least tell us something. But what I’ve found so far is not good news. There were zombies active here two months ago, but they all suddenly died.”

"They're all dead? Were they killed by their own kind?"

Kaneki Ken was somewhat surprised by these words.

Having spent a lot of time with Lin Ke'er, he naturally learned a great deal about zombies.

Chapter 627 Your Grandma's a Bear

"Who knows? The smell of blood is at least two months old, which means this place has been cleared out for a long time."

"For such a long time, no zombies have been active here, nor have any zombies dared to approach this place. At least, no zombies other than the Head Corpse dared to come here. This means that there must be zombies in the Rosen Company whose strength is similar to that of the Head Corpse."

Kidd said.

"In other words, we have arrived at their lair."

Kaneki Ken summarized what Kaito Kid had said.

At this point, two minutes had passed since the head corpse entered the building. Based on his speed, Kidd estimated that he had already reached the depths of the building.

Now, if he goes in again, the chances of him directly colliding with the head corpse are much lower...

"Stop coming up with anything weird, this is the crucial moment."

Kidd thought to himself.

The two corpse puppets in front had already entered the parking lot area and were weaving through the fairly spacious driveway, which was quite intimidating.

Because, in addition to those unsightly vehicles, the flower beds and green belts also looked like they were fraught with danger.

The overgrown weeds almost firmly fixed the cars in place, while also completely filling the gaps between them.

"Wow..."

Subtle sounds kept coming from the gaps, making Kidd feel increasingly like he was being watched. But running in and alerting the enemy at this time didn't seem like a good idea.

Just as he was thinking this, Kidd suddenly stopped in his tracks. Something... was getting closer!

He slowly turned his head and looked into the depths of the menacing weeds.

For a fleeting moment!

He clearly caught a glimpse of a pair of blood-red eyes, filled with a violent and sinister aura, coldly watching him.

But when he looked there, there was nothing there.

"Let's go into the building."

Kidd ultimately abandoned the idea of ​​checking further. Just to be on the safe side, he left the weakest puppet outside the building.

The other two corpse puppets stepped into the gate and wandered around the entire building.

The puppet that entered through the front door felt a strong sense of fear as soon as it entered the hall, while another puppet that had just circled around to the back of the building suddenly made an unexpected discovery.

Behind the Lawson building is an open space, and further back are walls and green belts.

In addition, there is a row of houses on each side, which are almost all empty when viewed through the open doors.

Therefore, Kidd focused his observations entirely on finding the back door of the building. Putting two corpse puppets in from the same place was obviously unwise, and as it turned out, his idea was indeed correct.

As soon as the corpse puppet arrived at the building, Kidd immediately noticed an iron door and two steps.

More importantly, the door is open!

Before he could get close, the corpse puppet had already made a new discovery: there seemed to be something in the drainage ditch next to the building.

Kidd carefully guided the puppet over and looked down into the ditch.

In the dark, murky sewage, some fallen leaves and debris, blown in from who-knows-where, floated, emanating a very strange, foul odor that was pungent to the nose if you got too close.

The corpse puppet was fine, but Kid's real body couldn't help feeling a bit nauseous.

The two now share all their senses of sight, smell, and touch.

Could this be the root cause of interference with the sense of smell?

As Kidd thought this, he covered his nose and peered inside.

As he got closer and closer to the water's surface, it seemed as if some kind of shadow appeared in the water.

"We still need to find out more clearly..."

Kidd looked back, then took a few steps, broke off a branch, and returned to the ditch.

The scene was actually quite bizarre: a ferocious zombie was holding a tree branch in a serious manner, and then carefully extending it into the water.

To avoid accidentally breaking the branch, Kidd even used only two fingers, which instantly doubled the bizarreness.

The branch had barely sunk five centimeters into the water when Kidd felt himself touch something, and after a slight effort...

"Wow."

With a soft sound, a lump of something immediately surfaced from the bottom of the water.

"Hold the grass!"

Kidd was so startled he almost dropped the branch, and involuntarily took a step back.

A corpse! There was a corpse floating in the water!

If it were just a corpse, that would be one thing, but this particular corpse's death was truly gruesome.

His face was pockmarked from being gnawed, the wounds swollen and white in the water, and a lot of black water was flowing out of his rotting eye sockets.

His lips had long since disappeared, and his neck and below appeared to be riddled with holes...

Kidd thought for a moment, then simply stuck the branch in again and decisively poked it all the way to the bottom.

"Ok."

Sure enough, there was more than one corpse inside.

Moreover, judging from the depth of the drainage ditch, these bodies were dismembered before being dumped here.

"Who's using this place as a dumping ground?"

The bodies ended up like food scraps, and judging from the wounds, Kidd felt that the resident here must have been a very picky eater.

During his observation, Kidd failed to notice something else...

The half-closed iron gate suddenly began to move quietly, slowly widening.

"This isn't good news," Kidd sighed, dropping the branch and standing up.

However, in the very next instant after the branch fell onto the water and created ripples, his gaze suddenly caught a fleeting reflection.

And this was actually the last scene that the corpse puppet saw!

"Your uncle's!"

Kidd's true form was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Despite his quick reaction, he still felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

Fortunately, although his mental energy was depleted, he avoided a "death experience".

Kidd didn't want to die, not even to experience it firsthand. Reincarnators didn't want to be associated with the word "death," even though they lingered on the edge of life and death every day.

After a full few seconds, the only thing he could remember was one sentence—