The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

Two minutes later.

At the food stalls at the entrance of the market.

Xiao Jiang grabbed a small stool and sat at one end of the small round table.

I picked up the order slip, wrote down two random items, and handed it to the owner.

Then, I looked up.

His gaze was fixed on the woman who was still standing.

"how."

"The head of the inspection bureau doesn't like street food?"

Xiao Jiang didn't hold back at all.

Putting aside the fact that this woman almost stabbed her with a sword before, let's talk about the incident yesterday when she forcibly opened her refrigerator.

They won't give you a good attitude.

joke.

She wouldn't dare offend even the refrigerator in her home.

What will happen to the blood bags if there's a strike?

result.

The person sat down.

But all they said was "sorry," and then nothing more.

Well, looks like another guy who's more stubborn than he's alive.

Never mind, I didn't mean to make a fuss.

Having figured it out, Xiao Jiang slammed the boning knife down on the table with an air of authority.

The metallic sound was very solid, and there was a hint of cold glint peeking out from between the leather cases.

A very obvious demonstration.

Since they've come knocking on her door, Xiao Jiang naturally won't act weak and easily bullied.

however.

To her surprise...

The other party doesn't seem to be here to cause trouble.

Instead, he merely glanced at the boning knife on the table and calmly asked a question.

"I want to know why your duck blood is different from other people's."

???

"Perhaps... mine is more formal?"

Done.

Feeling the awkward silence.

Xiao Jiang also looked embarrassed.

to be frank.

She would think it was normal if the other party drew their sword and fought her here.

As a result, she immediately asked to learn how to make duck blood.

Are you crazy?

wrong…

Xiao Jiang, slow to realize something, seemed to understand and frowned as she asked a question.

"May I ask?"

"What's so special about my duck blood?"

After that, the other person remained silent for two seconds.

Finally, he said something rather quietly.

"Do you know about the long-tongued monster?"

"know."

"You know that people bitten by it can turn into long-tongued monsters, right?"

"know."

"Your duck blood can stop this process."

???

Now.

The corpse was truly stunned.

She had witnessed the long-tongued monster transform firsthand.

I also know what's disgusting about that thing.

If it weren't for the thick layer of hair on his body, Xiao Jiang probably wouldn't want to come into close contact with these things either.

The result will be discussed now.

Can homemade duck blood stop the process of a person turning into a long-tongued monster?

That's outrageous! His mother opened the door for something so outrageous!

That's absolutely outrageous.

But the next second...

The business genius Xiao Jiang immediately understood why the other party had come to him.

Suddenly her eyebrows and eyes curved into a smile.

He looked pitiful.

"Boss, you are so wise and capable."

"I don't think he would do anything to force people."

"Besides, I'm just a weak woman..."

.........

Chapter 40: Only 288, bring happiness home!

The negotiation results were announced ten minutes later.

after.

All the duck blood that Xiao Jiang made himself was ordered by the patrol team.

As for the price.

Of course, it's ten times the original price.

Originally, Xiao Jiang wanted to ask for more.

After all, this is equivalent to a cure for the virus.

But this damned woman insisted on using the excuse that duck blood was just a raw material and that many subsequent processes were needed.

They pushed the price down by a hundredfold.

Even when Xiao Jiang threatened to use an invoice as a weapon, it was useless.

Otherwise, some corpse could simply spend a little time each day making some duck blood.

The money earned could support a second blood bank.

Ok.

Speaking of blood packs.

Why hasn't Shen Zhaozhao come home from school yet?

Did something happen on the way?

Watching the woman in military uniform walk away.

Standing at the entrance of the market, Xiao Jiang had completely forgotten about being stood up last night.

He happily took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Beep beep..."

"Beep beep..."

It took a while before the call was answered.

"Hey!"

"Bao Bao, where are you? Why aren't you back yet?"

"If you don't come back soon, the fans will..."

Then, before she could finish speaking...

A hurried, panting voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Boss."

"I won't be back at noon."

"The CDC just called me and said my mom is in quarantine."

"Let me go there."

isolation?

CDC?

Oh oh.

Just by listening to the sounds, I thought it was a story about a girlfriend from out of town going for a run.

"Okay okay."

"Go ahead."

"If anything happens, just give me a call."

After hanging it up, Xiao Jiang straightened her clothes.

Back at the market.

As soon as she entered, she saw the pork shop owner chopping meat with his shirt off.

The "do-do-do-do" sound actually sounds quite rhythmic.

"Mr. Ma."

"Are you chopping meat?"

In a good mood, Xiao Jiang unleashed his first move in the form of nonsensical literature.

Let's discuss things objectively.

really.

She also received a piece of nonsense.

"Ah."

"Master Jiang, taking a walk after dinner?"

This title.