The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

僵尸小姐的邪修日常

Author: This is a small trumpet

Summary:

Xiao Jiang was reborn. Good news: She's a person. Bad news: She's a woman. Worse news: This woman is a zombie. Even worse news: This female zombie needs to drink blood to survive. Even worse news: She can't bring herself to eat her own kind. Left with no other choice, she could only...

"Hello beautiful, please come this way for a blood test."

"What? Why are they drawing two vials of blood?"

"Yes, because my testing is a bit more accurate than others."

........

Under the moonlight, a zombie sat on a rooftop, holding a test tube in his hand, and took a melancholy sip.

"Um?"

"This is...the smell of Moutai?!"

Chapter One: Living in the Market, Making a Living by Slaughtering Chickens

Six o'clock in the morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Inside the farmers' market in District 7 of the East.

The place was noisy and bustling, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and people chatting.

Meanwhile, in the poultry slaughtering area, a slender figure, wearing a gray leather apron, ignored the blood clots and stray feathers on her body and was washing the stains on the table.

Just then, an older woman walked over carrying a live chicken.

"Little Jiang."

"Chop the chicken into smaller pieces today."

"Auntie wants it braised when she gets back."

...

"Okay~"

With a smile, the young woman took the flapping rooster from the middle-aged woman in front of her.

Then he walked onto the stage, expertly pressed down on the chicken's head, pulled out a scarlet razor, and slashed the chicken's neck.

Then, amidst a series of 'clucking' sounds.

The scarlet chicken blood flowed down the pipe into the basin below.

After a moment, the chicken stopped moving.

The girl then threw the rooster into the boiling water next to her.

After undergoing a series of processes including scalding, plucking, and chopping, a chopped chicken is then put into a bag.

The aunt was filled with admiration at the sight of such familiar movements.

"Little Jiang."

To be honest...

"Your chicken-killing skills are quite good; no wonder you were able to take over this shop from Old Yang."

"But then again..."

"You're so young, yet so thin, like a pampered young lady. Where did you learn this skill?"

Upon hearing the question, Butcher Xiao Jiang took the blue bill from the aunt and handed her the bag of chicken pieces, smiling as he said:

"The skills we were born with."

"Talent!"

These words made the aunt smile helplessly.

"You little brat."

But just as she was about to leave, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned back, asking with concern.

"Oh, right, Xiao Jiang."

"What about that thing I told you a couple of days ago? What have you thought about?"

A couple of days ago?

Slaughterman Xiao Jiang casually nailed the boning knife to the chopping board.

Her face was full of confusion, but after a moment of bewilderment, she suddenly realized:

Are you referring to the idea of ​​me working in the community?

...

"Yes," the aunt replied, and immediately began to explain at length:

“Our community clerk went back to have a baby, and we’re short-staffed. We were thinking of advertising for help in the newspaper, but then I thought of you, my little girl.”

"If you're willing, you can come and work in our community."

“You can earn a lot of money by writing and drawing, but the community provides you with food and lodging, which is better than living in the market all the time.”

"Besides, a young woman like you can't spend her whole life dealing with butchers, can you? How will you ever get married if you do that..."

However, faced with her aunt's enthusiasm, the girl merely twitched her lips and accepted the chicken handed to her by a middle-aged man standing nearby.

While repeating the same actions, he slowly and politely declined:

"Thanks, Aunt Chen."

"But I quite like my current job."

"Besides, I've lived in this market for so long, I'm used to it..."

Seeing that the girl was unmoved by his words and continued to concentrate on killing the chicken, Chen Xinlan shook her head with a look of regret.

Although the girl was wearing a big bib the whole time, her face was covered in dust and there were a few shallow scars.

But upon closer inspection, her features are still quite striking, especially her large, bright eyes, which seem to hold water in them.

With proper skincare and a little makeup, she can still be a beautiful young woman.

At this moment, she seemed to remember something and asked another question:

"By the way, Xiao Jiang, you're eighteen this year, right?"

What month is your birthday?

...

"December."

"Hmm, it should be the 25th." Xiao Jiang subconsciously licked the bloodstain on the corner of her lips, answered thoughtfully, and then smiled with narrowed eyes.

"It's a holiday, too."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Xinlan's eyes lit up instantly.

"December?"

"That's your birthday in the second half of the year?"

Faced with her aunt's excitement, Xiao Jiang was a little confused.

However, before she could ask any questions, the street director, with an expression of anticipation for her good news, left excitedly.

The butcher, Xiao Jiang, was left standing there, holding a butcher's knife, looking completely bewildered.

"Xiao Jiang, cut off this chicken's butt for me."

"okay!"

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evening.

The setting sun hangs in the distance.

After a busy day, butcher Xiao Jiang took off his apron and washed his hands in the sink next to him.

After a quick cleanup, he bent down and pulled out three basins filled with blood from under the table, then began carrying them into the house one by one.

But just then, a greeting came from behind.

"Little Jiang."

"Eh~"

She responded and glanced back.

Standing outside the stone platform was the owner of the bean product shop in the market, who was wearing a white vest and shorts.

He was dressed like a landlord collecting rent.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiang smiled gently.

"It's Uncle Luo, is there something you need?"

"It's nothing serious."

The uncle was all smiles, his narrow eyes crinkling at the corners, making him look like a Maitreya Buddha.

But Xiao Jiang knew that no one would visit a temple without a reason, so her delicate eyes narrowed slightly, and she said with a hint of teasing:

"Uncle Luo, are you really alright?"

"If there's nothing else, I'll go in?"

After saying that, he made a gesture as if he was about to enter the room.

Sure enough, the uncle immediately waved his hand and smiled kindly.

"Alright, Xiao Jiang."

"Actually, it's because I heard you say last time that you were making duck blood."

"Your Aunt Song happens to crave some spicy blood curd, so I was thinking of buying some from you. You're going to sell it anyway..."

As he spoke, the uncle patted his belly.

"rest assured."

"As for the price, your Uncle Luo won't let you suffer a loss."

......

Five minutes later.

Watching the middle-aged man carrying a bag of duck blood, staggering away.

Standing at his doorstep, Mr. Jiang leaned against the wall with one hand, glancing at the empty iron plate in the corner. His dusty little face was full of complicated emotions.

Originally, she only learned how to make duck blood online to avoid suspicion.

Surprisingly, the finished product seemed to be quite popular...

I barely tasted a few pieces myself, and all three large plates of duck blood I made were sold out...

Hey…

To take zombies to this level is truly something else.

Thinking of this, the deep-seated resentment that had been buried in someone resurfaced.

Thinking back to her past life, she was like that.

Wen Neng scratches his head and plays with chickens.

He has eight-pack abs.