The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

The inspector then realized that the hospital attack was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

Even possibly…

Just then.

The office door was pushed open.

Suddenly, a young woman in military uniform appeared outside the door, walking in expressionlessly in her military boots.

"You are…"

"Huang Qian, deputy captain of the Second Eastern Battalion of the Special Operations Bureau."

After speaking, the woman walked straight to the desk, ignoring the six or seven pairs of eyes watching her, and placed a document on the desk.

"From now on."

"I now have supreme security jurisdiction over the East Seventh District."

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Xiao Jiang arrived at the small clinic half an hour later.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a young man with a scar on his face, wearing a white coat, leaning back in a chair.

He was smoking a cigarette while happily reading a book.

Such a contrasting scene.

This immediately piqued the interest of the corpse.

I tiptoed over to take a look.

Even thugs have love.

Heh heh.

That's quite unconventional.

Xiao Jiang chuckled twice, then tapped on the table.

"Hey Hey hey."

"Where is Boss Guo?"

As a result, the scarred young man didn't even raise his head.

"Third Brother went out to keep an eye on things."

Looking after the place?

Does that mean the person isn't here?

Then my own blood...

Jiang Shi couldn't figure out the scarred young man's role here, so she just asked him a question tentatively.

"When will Boss Guo be back?"

Upon hearing this...

The scarred youth belatedly turned his gaze away from the book he was reading, looked up, and glanced at it.

He immediately raised an eyebrow.

"Oh."

"Oh, it's you."

???

Wait, is this guy really that famous?

You even know this thug?

At this moment.

Xiao Jiang has actually developed a bit of an idol image to maintain.

however.

When she heard the scarred young man's next words, she almost couldn't help but flip the table over.

"Little Scarface, here to buy blood?"

How many bags will you buy this time?

What?

Scarface?

Holy crap!

Xiao Jiang tried hard to suppress her itchy gums.

I forced myself to take a deep breath.

He pulled five old men's bills out of his pocket.

He slammed it on the table.

With a 'snap'.

"Give me a bag of type O blood."

"With ice!"

……

Half an hour later.

The women's restroom outside the clinic.

A zombie wiped the crimson stain from the corner of its mouth and walked out of the toilet with a satisfied look on its face.

However, just as he was preparing to compose himself and return to the market to continue slaughtering chickens...

Suddenly.

She noticed the entrance to a small clinic not far away.

There was a pale-faced, slender young girl wearing an ordinary school uniform.

He paced back and forth there.

At first, she only glanced at it briefly.

however.

As she passed by that girl.

A strange, refreshing fragrance suddenly filled her nostrils.

In an instant.

That familiar burning sensation in my heart instantly reappeared.

She... almost lost control...

.........

Chapter Nine: Luckily, my buddy likes to stalk beautiful women.

Guo Xiaosan encountered a strange person.

He is very tall.

It is about two meters long.

He was wearing a large brown hat and a dark cape that almost covered his entire body.

It was blocking my way.

His face was downcast, and he remained silent.

"Is something wrong?"

Guo Xiaosan exchanged a wink with the guy next to him.

After all, they're not running a clean business, so they'll have to be wary of shady dealings.

The latter immediately understood.

Put your hands in your pockets, step to the side, and assume a ready-to-act posture.

however.

The other party did not react to this obvious act of caution.

It only made a grinding sound.

"...blood traffickers?"

Upon hearing this...

Guo Xiaosan instantly understood the other party's intentions.

He squinted and looked the other person up and down again.

immediately.

He noticed that the lower half of the other person's face, which was exposed, had a deathly pale color.

His brows furrowed immediately.

"What's wrong?"

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

"...a blood-seeking problem."

His voice was still hoarse.

This made Guo Xiaosan want to complain.

nonsense.

What do you want from me if not blood?

Want some candy?

but.

Adhering to the principle of "if a fat sheep is delivered to our door, we might as well fleece it," we choose to do so.

Guo Xiaosan raised his hand and gestured for him to proceed.

"Shall we go over there and talk?"

This means we can discuss the price.

however.

The other party didn't respond to that, but simply stood there quietly and asked a question.

"...How much inventory do you have?"

Yo.

That's a blow.

Guo Xiaosan immediately realized that this person was probably buying this thing for the first time.

I reckon it probably belongs to a wealthy family, but they're the kind of people who can't openly buy this kind of thing.

Thinking of this.

A slight smirk appeared on his lips; he seemed intrigued.

"Dude."

Is this your first time here?

Do you know how long this thing can be stored at room temperature?