The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

"Are you sure it's necessary to do this?"

"After all, no one here has been bitten..."

The middle-aged man next to Xue Gen who was offering him a cigarette knew what Xue Gen meant.

Seeing that the latter did not accept the cigarette, he was not embarrassed. With a gentle smile, he took the cigarette back and put it in his own mouth.

Light it and take a deep breath.

Then he sat down on the cement pile next to him.

"Last week, East 5 time zone."

"A biting incident occurred at a barbecue restaurant."

"At the time, all seven injured people in the store were taken to the hospital and underwent full-body examinations."

"Six people died that very night due to excessive blood loss."

...

"Last week?"

"East 5th District?"

Why isn't this matter in the file?

Faced with Xue Gen's questioning, the middle-aged man lightly flicked the ash from his cigarette.

"You don't have the necessary permissions."

"Only your superiors know about this."

Permissions?

Xue Gen strongly disliked this word.

Because he knew that anything associated with this thing was basically bad news.

"So the last one was 'resurrected'?"

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant Chen gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

"He's alive."

"Moreover, the medical staff who were bitten by him also came back to life."

???

Upon hearing this, Xue Gen instantly realized something, his expression changed drastically, and he looked rather unpleasant.

"you mean…"

...

"Ah."

"That's also why we took over."

Xue Gen fell silent.

From his perspective, whether it was Luo Dayong's "resurrection" yesterday or Ma Xiaolan biting people today, it was all the same.

These are all still considered ordinary unusual cases and do not meet the level of confidentiality.

There was no need for the member of the special forces next to him to come and hand over the mission.

But if we do as he says…

That means this matter has gone beyond the scope of ordinary tasks and falls under the category of classified tasks requiring higher authority.

Therefore, whenever Xue Gen thinks about a certain possible future, his heart sinks.

"This matter..."

Has it spread?

...

"Currently, it's still within a controllable range, but..."

Chen Shaojie paused for a moment after saying this.

He casually tossed the cigarette butt into the nearby drain and continued somewhat nonchalantly:

"The sample size is a bit small, and some key aspects haven't been investigated yet, so perhaps..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a rapid beeping sound came from not far away.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Gen raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

To my astonishment, I discovered this.

The little girl from the family of three suddenly jumped onto a vegetable stall.

Its entire body was in a crawling posture, its face contorted as it faced everyone around it, opening its mouth to let out a low, inhuman roar.

this!?

Xue Gen's pupils involuntarily contracted.

In an instant, instinct drove him to draw his gun.

But just then...

"Clap clap clap!"

Three consecutive gunshots suddenly reached his ears.

Immediately, in his sight, the little girl fell to the ground.

But when I turned around, I saw a middle-aged man wearing flip-flops next to me.

He put his smoking finger to his lips and gently blew on it.

At the same time, he let out a soft sigh.

"As expected, there are still some remnants..."

"Tsk tsk, what a pity..."

Is this the strength of special forces members...?

Xue Gen let out a silent sigh and finally released his grip on the gun.

However, no one noticed.

The moment the little girl collapsed, a worm the size of a little finger crawled out of her mouth.

They vanished instantly among the vegetable leaves at the vegetable stall…

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The market seals were removed in the afternoon.

Strangely, neither the patrols nor the community offered any explanation for what happened today.

It simply requires everyone entering and leaving the market to walk around in front of a machine.

It looks like the kind used for security checks at train stations.

At first, Xiao Jiang didn't pay much attention.

But when she entered the market, she saw the closed tofu shop and the deserted cold dish stall next door.

Listening to the surrounding chatter, a sense of unease arose spontaneously.

However, this feeling didn't last long.

Her attention was drawn to the young man in a patrol uniform standing in front of her stall.

As the saying goes, "A person with a straight body has nothing to fear from a crooked shadow."

As for Jiang Shi, an old man who crawled out of the ground, his body is long gone and he's probably leaning to one side.

So her first reaction upon seeing the young man was to run away.

But as soon as she turned around, she heard the old lady next door selling live chickens calling out in a friendly voice:

"Hey, Xiao Jiang."

"Come here quickly."

"There's a patrolman here looking for you to buy duck blood."

Wow.

So they came to steal our food rations.

It startled my buddy.

Xiao Jiang muttered a couple of curses under his breath, but when he turned around...

A bright smile had already appeared on his face.

"Here it comes! Here it comes!"

As she spoke, she skipped over there.

Then, my eyes fell on the young man on patrol.

Yo.

It's quite upright.

He was fair-skinned, tall, and dressed in a blue uniform. In terms of appearance, he was almost half as good-looking as my friend in his previous life.

One of the zombies was full of doubts, but his expression was very enthusiastic.

"Hello, patrol officer."

"Do you want duck blood?"

How many pieces do you want?

As a result, the other party did not respond, but looked at him with a surprised, unexpected, and shocked expression.

That look made Jiang Shi's heart skip a beat.

He instinctively touched his face, and only after confirming that the plaster on his face was still there and that he hadn't been exposed did he call out in confusion.

"hello?"

"Hello?"

"Mosimoxi?"

Three questions in a row.

This brought the patrolling young man back to his senses, and he scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Sorry sorry."

"I just didn't expect the owner here to be..."

...

"It's actually a little girl, right?"

Jiang waved his hand dismissively, lifted the partition next to him, ignored the bloodstains on the ground, and walked inside.

Then, while cleaning the stains on the stone platform, he casually remarked something.

"there's no way."

"An orphan, all he knows is this little skill..."

A while later.

With everything almost cleaned up, it was time to receive the chickens.

Butcher Xiao Jiang then raised his head, looked at the silent patrolman in front of him, and blinked.

"so…"

"My duck blood will be a little more expensive than others~"