The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

That's basically the same as water and fire.

If there were no ruling party.

The military and the alliance are probably already locked in a fierce battle, so why would they bother to send a message?

unless…

.........

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Birth of a New Generation of Home Insect Training Techniques

"The time of midnight is chosen, and a shrine is set up in the southeast wind, taking seven measures of dew collected at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), supplemented by a suspended wooden structure..."

"Meow…"

"Stop arguing... What's Xunfeng again?"

At the butcher's house in the market.

A zombie sat cross-legged on the ground, a band tied around its forehead, gritting its teeth as it compared ancient texts with something on animal skin.

Beside her were seven or eight vehicles.

Pots, bowls, ladles, basins—everything you could want was there.

Furthermore, the contents of each vehicle are slightly different.

There are blood samples from chickens, ducks, and geese, as well as yellow paper, wooden sticks, and the like.

of course.

In the largest basin was a white cat with a black and white striped tail, its paws and feet bound by a few long red hairs.

"Meow…"

The white cat let out another pitiful meow, trying to awaken the kindness in one of the zombies.

result…

"Stop yelling!"

"If you keep making noise, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Sure enough, the white cat fell silent after its fierce outburst.

Xiao Jiang then retracted its sharp teeth and continued to study the things on the animal skin paper with its head down.

"Three qian of cinnabar..."

"Cinnabar? Do you have that at home?"

"Forget it, let's just use yellow sand. It's all sand anyway, so the effects should be about the same."

Muttering to herself, she scooped some yellow sand off the wall and put it into a clay pot containing chicken blood.

then…

"A fire without roots? What's that?"

"A fire lacking style?"

Or perhaps…

In an instant, Xiao Jiang's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the clay pot and went to the gas stove.

With a 'click', the engine was ignited.

Watching the bright flames begin to simmer in the clay pot, Xiao Jiang continued to turn over the animal skin paper in his hand.

At this time.

She noticed the time marked on the parchment.

Zi hour, Chou hour...

There is also the time of Yin (3-5 AM) for collecting medicine.

Good guy.

So, does that mean I'm going to be spending the whole night here?

I've been thinking about how closely the neighborhood committee has been keeping an eye on things these past two days.

There was no practice flight plan.

Anyway, there's nothing else to do...

and many more.

At this moment.

One of the zombies suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a meeting at Liberation Bridge tonight.

Thinking of the bounty of one or two hundred thousand that was about to be in his hands.

Her feet instinctively moved to run outside.

But the clay pot in front of me was already on fire, making a 'popping' sound. If I went out now...

If the time is short, that's fine.

What if the other party tries to get her to chat, have dinner, drink a couple of drinks, and then go to a club to pick up two young models?

A soft-boiled catfish was cooked in this pot.

To know.

The long-tongued monsters are gone now, and the soft-footed creatures have no new source.

I only have a few of them, and if one of them gets damaged...

However, just as she was struggling with this decision, a tentative meow suddenly reached her ears.

.........

the other side.

As time went on and the night grew darker, the number of pedestrians on the bridge did not seem to decrease much.

now.

On the bridge railing.

Xue Gen put the small fish he had just caught into the bucket next to him and glanced at it.

There were at least a dozen fish inside, splashing around.

This moment.

Xue Gen even thought that fishing here all night might be a good option.

"Swallows, swallows."

"Has the red fish not arrived yet?"

Under the bridge, among a group of people hanging lanterns and dancing in the square, a middle-aged woman glanced at the bridge arch not far away.

"No."

...

"Cilantro, cilantro."

"What about over there?"

...

"Report."

"No."

Still nothing?

Xue Gen glanced at the time on his wrist with some confusion.

It's almost midnight.

What does that mean?

Canceling someone?

However, at this very moment...

An alarm suddenly sounded in my headphones.

Immediately, a voice came through Xue Gen's earphones.

The box has been moved!

Upon hearing this sound, Xue Gen prepared to drop his fishing rod and rush to the bridge arch.

But then another voice made him stop in his tracks.

"and many more."

"The box is still there; it looked like there was a mouse just now."

mouse?

These words instantly shattered the tense atmosphere that had suddenly arisen.

In a short time.

The plainclothes officers present looked at each other, then went about their business.

Only Xue Gen had a slight frown, as if he was pondering something.

However, at this very moment...

His fishing rod twitched.

Immediately afterwards, the entire float was pulled into the water.

At first, Xue Gen thought he had caught a big fish.

He raised an eyebrow and prepared to start his walk.

But when he released the handle, he was surprised to find that the fishing line was sliding into the bridge hole at a very fast speed.

In an instant.

Xue Gen noticed something was wrong and immediately called out.

"Something's happening in the water!"

The next second...

He then heard a burst of laughter coming from inside the bridge arch.

"I'll take the baby with me now."

"If you want it, have Red Hair bring the scroll to Tengyun Reservoir to find me!"

Then, noise started coming through the headphones.

"In the water!"

"What is that thing?!"

"He took the box!"

Then, a series of gunshots shattered the surrounding silence.

At this time.

The rooftop of a teaching building a hundred meters away.

Compared to the bald man's slow reaction, the old woman turned her gaze away before the patrolmen even fired their guns.

then.

She also saw the figure breaking through the waves in the river.

It was quite obvious.