The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

Pointing at the corpse's throat.

"You two."

"You should be very familiar with this part of your body."

Huang Qian nodded, signaling to continue.

In this regard.

Han Baiyu didn't respond. He opened the test tube and used a rubber dropper to collect a little liquid from it.

It was gently dripped onto the spot where the corpse's long tongue met its throat.

next second.

Then, something unexpected happened.

The two parts, which were originally closely connected, rapidly corroded under the influence of the liquid until they separated.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

"Is this concentrated acid?" Chen Shaojie said subconsciously.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had been an idiot.

Does anyone know how to dispense concentrated acid into plastic test tubes?

so...

"What is this?" Huang Qian asked calmly, her eyes fixed on the part where the long-tongued monster had separated.

"This is the serum I extracted from Xue Gen's blood."

"There is a mysterious substance here that strongly inhibits the viral splitting of the long-tongued monster."

These words were spoken.

Everyone present understood.

Why was Xue Gen able to remain unchanged despite being infected with the virus?

Immediately, Chen Shaojie couldn't help but ask a question.

"Can the origin of this substance be traced?"

"Still working on it."

...

Is it harmful to people?

"No results have been found so far."

Can it be mass-produced?

"It's difficult."

The last two questions were asked by Huang Qian.

Because what she cared about was whether this substance could be processed into weapons.

If it is definitely possible.

That would have a very strong restraining effect on long-tongued monsters and even mutants.

pity...

However, what the forensic doctor said next piqued her interest.

Suddenly, the other person took out a test tube containing blood from a small freezer next to them.

"This is the blood Xue Gen donated two weeks ago."

"At the time, I wanted to extract more serum for use."

"However, I discovered that he didn't have that substance in his blood at all two weeks ago."

...

"It means within these two weeks."

"For some reason, Xue Gen has this substance in his body?"

At this point.

Huang Qian finally understood.

The purpose of the Korean forensic doctor in front of me...

"Row."

"You should go and get some rest."

"Leave the rest to us."

She paused after speaking.

Silence for a moment.

"rest assured."

"I can assure you."

"Xue Gen was able to live until his last moment as a human being."

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the next morning.

Xiao Jiang finally obtained the certificate for being a person in extreme poverty.

A piece of paper, deathly white.

It also bears the official seal of the old town.

It looks quite legitimate.

However, what was written on it was somewhat offensive to the corpse's self-esteem.

Leaving aside the identity information mentioned earlier.

What does the phrase "[the main source of income is sporadic employment]" mean?

What, doesn't the butcher deserve to be on the list?

There is also a section for the main reasons for family difficulties.

[The individual has lost their ability to work due to illness, requires long-term treatment with huge medical expenses, places a heavy burden on their family, has no stable income, and no fixed place to live...]

Is this how badly the authorities see me?

Xiao Jiang looked at the document.

A corpse stood at the entrance of the community, and I felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

Forget it.

She casually folded the document.

Then, as quickly as possible, they arrived at the market's management office.

Under the director's complicated gaze, the lease agreement was signed.

"Young boss."

"Have your documents been processed?"

This was the first thing Miss Blood Pack asked Xiao Jiang when she returned to the slaughter area.

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with sympathy.

No.

My buddy went to apply for a certificate for extremely poor households, but he didn't tell this girl.

How could she…

Then.

Aunt Qin from next door also came over and handed over a bag of corn.

"Little Jiang, come here."

"This is corn grown in my aunt's hometown."

"It tastes great."

???

Xiao Jiang took the bag blankly.

Those beautiful eyes were filled with doubt.

"No, how did you know I went to apply for a certificate for extremely poor households?"

She led Shen Zhaozhao aside and asked the question.

Following the gaze of the blood pack lady...

When Xiao Jiang saw the warm gift package delivered by the community inside the house...

Her lips finally twitched involuntarily.

Forget it.

If you know, you know.

It's not a big deal anyway.

Jiang Shi then tied the dirty rubber apron back on.

He walked out of the house.

However, they had just gone out.

She then saw two unfamiliar inspectors standing in front of her stall.

"Hello, boss."

How much is the duck blood?

Oh?

Business comes knocking.

Xiao Jiang's face immediately lit up with a smile.

"50 yuan each."

"How much?"

Then, he watched as the two inspectors exchanged a glance.

"All."

"what?"

……

Two minutes later.

Watching the two patrolmen push the cart they borrowed from the market, slowly disappearing into the crowd.

The butcher, Xiao Jiang, clutched the banknotes in her pocket with one hand and touched her smooth chin with the other.

Is your company giving out duck blood as a perk?

Are people in this world really this wild?

Tsk tsk.

I don't understand.

He turned around and shouted into the house.

"Zhaozhao!"

"Stop cleaning!"