The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

When more than a dozen documents of all kinds were placed on her desk.

Huang Qian's face still showed a hint of surprise.

"What do you mean?"

"What are these?"

The office manager was a middle-aged woman in her forties.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

He explained somewhat cautiously:

"Director Huang, this is the most credible part selected from the hundreds of messages the bureau received today."

Most credible?

A portion?

Huang Qian instantly understood the meaning behind the other person's words.

His expression was somewhat strange.

After all, in her opinion.

It's only 100,000 yuan.

Is this necessary?

then.

With mixed feelings, Huang Qian opened the first document.

This photo was taken at night.

Judging from the scenery, it should be in the suburbs.

Because Huang Qian recognized the tower not far away in the photo.

It is located in the Northern Park.

Look at it more closely.

There seemed to be a figure standing on top of that pagoda.

Judging from his physique, he does indeed resemble the red-haired monster somewhat.

however.

Having faced off against him before, Huang Qian knew at a glance that the shadow had nothing to do with the red-haired monster.

immediately.

She opened the next one.

This photo was taken in a downtown area.

The location is on the rooftop of the Constellation International Hotel in the new urban area.

The photo appears to have been taken from the opposite side.

same.

The picture is not very clear.

But this time, the figure on the hotel rooftop with its scarlet eyes was particularly eye-catching.

Almost.

Huang Qian even thought the one in the photo was a real red-haired monster.

If there are fingernails.

then.

The third one.

It's under a bridge.

This time, the nails are there, the long hair is very similar, and even the eyes are very lifelike.

But this angle is way too close.

It's at most a dozen meters.

Moreover, it was shot from below.

This leads to a new problem.

Who could get so close to the red-haired monster to take pictures without being noticed?

Even she herself couldn't do it.

Holding onto this suspicion.

Huang Qian tossed this one aside as well.

The result was that it was just thrown away.

A certain zombie was left to linger in the archway of Jiefang Bridge for an entire night.

Until very early morning.

A sliver of clear light appeared on the horizon.

Only then did the zombie have to accept the reality of being stood up.

What does that mean?

Is the photo taken by your friend not authentic?

Or is it that the bridge wasn't photographed well enough, making it unrecognizable?

Shit.

I was all prepared to have a good talk with that woman.

And then, well, what happened?

I got stood up.

As a result, the butcher's complexion was not good all morning.

"boss…"

"Kill the chicken."

...

"boss…"

"Go to hell with it~"

...

"Boss, please help me with this... Hey hey hey? My dog! No! No..."

Two minutes later, one of the butchers scratched her head with an embarrassed smile.

It cost two hundred yuan.

They finally sent away the woman who had almost chopped off a dog's head when she asked her to help untie a rope.

Hey…

I've been busy all morning.

We're losing thirty.

Xiao Jiang got angrier the more she thought about it.

I simply nailed the boning knife to the cutting board.

Business today…

"boss."

"Help me kill a turtle!"

...

"Eh."

"Coming right up~"

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noon.

Xiao Jiang received the keys to the new store.

The door to Lao Luo's shop was opened.

Although many items in the store had been cleared out by the market.

But something still remains.

For example, the stove, and the tiled walls and floors.

Scan the area.

It's better to say something than to say it.

It's definitely much cleaner than our doghouse.

It's no wonder that Ultraman hesitated when she heard his invitation.

If it were me...

Never mind, let's not talk about it.

Then.

Xiao Jiang went to the back of the shop.

It was a spacious room with a ceiling height of four meters, and the space was rectangular in shape.

At first glance.

She then had a general plan in mind.

only.

At that moment, Xiao Jiang suddenly noticed some traces of the past still remaining on the ground.

Subconsciously.

An idea popped into my head.

It is said that those who die tragically leave behind resentment in the world.

To be honest, it seems that Lao Luo and his family all died rather tragically.

So, could they...?

After all, this world has things like superpowers and mutated creatures.

It seems there's nothing lacking...

Pooh.

Dude, you're a zombie who's been dead for eight hundred years, would you back down to a new ghost who's been dead for two weeks?

Believe it or not, I'll wipe them out one by one if they come, and if two come, I'll...

Uh…

Just as he was getting excited, Xiao Jiang suddenly heard footsteps.

Looking back.

A tall figure stood prominently at the doorway, casting a calm gaze upon him.

"Boss Jiang."

"Chat?"

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