The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

"It's that kind of thing with a really long tongue, white eyes, that runs up to you."

"It will suddenly wrap around your neck and strangle you."

hiss.

Don't say it.

I can picture it now.

But then, Xiao Jiang realized that he wasn't a good person either.

Well, a hanged ghost isn't out of the question either.

At least the tongue is strong.

"boss!"

"Help me kill a little rooster."

...

"Hey! Here I come!"

.........

noon.

Xiao Jiang wiped the slaughtering table clean.

Clean up the excess chicken blood and set it aside.

Then I looked down and saw...

The basin below was full of chicken blood, but there was only a little bit of duck blood.

Such a huge difference.

This made her furrow her brows involuntarily, realizing a very serious problem.

We just can't find a stable source of fresh duck blood.

This duck blood business is probably...

and many more.

Xiao Jiang's gaze involuntarily drifted to Aunt Qin, the chicken vendor next door, who was chatting with someone.

Her beautiful big eyes darted around.

I crept closer.

Then she heard…

"Sigh, how come the East Seventh District is so chaotic?"

“My brother even asked me if I could move in during the Chinese New Year.”

"What did I say back then?"

"Oh, East Seventh District, the place that puts public safety first."

"And now..."

Aunt Qin, getting carried away with her speech, clapped her hands and said somewhat dejectedly:

"If this continues..."

"I might even end up going to his place."

...

"Which side is your older brother from?" asked the uncle selling vegetables from another stall, curiously.

"Him?" Aunt Qin's seemingly casual gesture suggested she was waiting for this very question.

"The Xianhe Market in Dongsi District, like me, sells live poultry."

"He helped me find all my supply channels."

Upon hearing this, those present, who were so far away, immediately lost interest.

Only the ginger that was pasted up.

"Aunt Qin."

Are you really going to move out?

Qin Xia was still immersed in the atmosphere of hearing people talk about the spread of infectious diseases.

My first reaction upon hearing the question was to sigh.

"Little Jiang."

"That's not what your Aunt Qin thinks."

"As you saw, your Uncle Du, Grandma Ma, and Aunt Li all had this concern just now."

"If things outside are really as they say."

"It was out of necessity."

...

"But I can't bear to part with it," Xiao Jiang blinked her big eyes.

"I've gotten used to the sound of your chickens clucking."

"What if suddenly the ducks were sold under a different owner, and they were quacking away all day long before dawn..."

...

"Are you saying that your aunt's chickens keep disturbing your sleep every day?"

"No no."

Xiao Jiang quickly explained:

"It's mainly because I was in the mood to kill your chickens."

"What if we switch to another duck seller?"

"It's not impossible for me to kill so many ducks every day, and clean up so much duck...duck...duck blood...it's not like I can't do it..."

As the voice grew weaker and weaker, the tone of the words became increasingly strange.

How come this girl is already considering whether it's even possible, when it's just an idea?

No!

Qin Xia immediately straightened her face and waved her hand.

"Alright, girl!"

"I know you'll miss your aunt."

"Auntie will think about it carefully."

She paused for a moment as she spoke.

"That's right!"

"Last time you said you wanted to collect raw duck blood to make duck blood, right?"

"Auntie has connections!"

I'll arrange it for you tomorrow!

"Don't worry! It's guaranteed to be reliable!"

Immediately.

Xiao Jiang's eyebrows and eyes were curved.

Get it!

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One o'clock in the afternoon.

Di Jia slung her small bag over her shoulder and waved with a smile to her colleagues at the cake shop.

He then walked out of the store carrying a box of small cakes.

The weather is nice outside today.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The sun wasn't hot either.

The atmosphere on this road just doesn't feel right.

Xiao Dijia didn't pay any attention.

Keep a cheerful mood as you walk towards the market.

But just as we were getting close...

However, they were stopped by two patrolmen.

Hello, ma'am.

"Could I see your ID card?"

Check my documents?

Oh oh.

Di Jia touched his pocket.

After searching through his wallet, he pulled out an ID card and handed it over somewhat awkwardly.

Yeah, the photo is too ugly, I'm too embarrassed to show it to anyone.

Fortunately.

The two inspectors didn't pay any attention to this.

He glanced at her twice, then took a machine and scanned her mouth and throat area.

They even handed me a flyer at the end.

"Madam, if you see the thing in the photo anywhere..."

"Don't make a fuss, just call the number above as soon as possible."

Oh oh.

Little Dijia nodded blankly.

I took the flyer and glanced at it.

Oh dear, what is this?

Red fur.

It's still so long.

It's probably not human.

And this one over there has a severe laryngitis infection and is even imagining attacking people.

How terrifying.

Di Jia quickly thanked the two inspectors, then clutched the flyer and hurried to the market.

At the door.

I found that familiar voice.

I went over and found the other person was on the phone.

"Ah."

"Tomorrow."

"I went to school this afternoon, so no one will open the door for you at home."

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