The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

Forget it.

Xiao Jiang instantly lost the will to continue rambling and started walking home.

But this time...

She seemed to see something out of the corner of her eye.

Looking back.

On the wall in front, several butcher knives were hanging.

From small to large.

The largest one even has patterns on it.

I must say, it's actually quite good-looking.

"Do you like it?"

"Pick one?"

Really?

Xiao Jiang looked pleasantly surprised.

Just as I was about to go inside and pick one out, a voice came from inside.

"Only 288!"

Xiao Jiang turned and left.

His steps were crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Such a resolute decision, even with Ma Bochang's vast experience in dealing with people, still made him murmur a word as he looked at that slender figure.

"This girl."

"That's interesting."

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the other side.

The edge of the CDC parking lot.

When Shen Zhaozhao arrived here on her bicycle.

Look at all those shipping containers surrounding this place.

stunned.

Then I quickly parked the car and followed the crowd to find the staff inside.

"Hello."

"The CDC just called me and said my mom has been quarantined."

"Can you tell me where she is?"

"And my dad...they're together."

...

"what is it call?"

"what?"

"I asked them what their names were!" the staff member asked again, looking impatient.

Shen Zhaozhao immediately came to her senses.

"Du Yuejuan and Shen..."

Before he could finish speaking...

She was pushed aside by a burly, aggressive-looking man next to her.

"What quarantine?!"

What illness does my mother have?

"It's been a whole day and night!"

"I'll tell you!"

"If you don't give me an explanation, I'll bring my men and storm your place!"

...

"that is!"

"My son just went to buy groceries!"

"Was it really necessary to stay locked up for so long!?"

...

"And my dog..."

...

One by one, with someone taking the lead, they began to vent their dissatisfaction.

then.

The entire registration area became chaotic.

They managed to push Shen Zhaozhao, who was still in front, to the side.

She really wanted to grab the staff member and ask him more questions, but she couldn't get back in no matter what she did.

I could only watch helplessly as I got further and further away from that staff member.

no way.

Shen Zhaozhao could only avoid that spot and chose to walk towards the container area alone.

But as we walked on...

She noticed a group of soldiers with guns jogging into the container area from another direction.

Then.

I was wondering about it.

Shen Zhaozhao then heard a series of gunshots.

She was so frightened that she froze in place.

A while later.

I watched as several medical personnel came out of the same road the soldiers had gone in, and they were also using vehicles to tow one black body bag after another.

Involuntarily.

Some unpleasant thoughts flashed through her mind.

He quickly pounded his chest and took several deep breaths.

Try to calm yourself down.

moment.

She then joined the others and continued walking forward.

However, they were still stopped at the entrance to the container area.

Looking at the large number of people blocking the entrance.

Shen Zhaozhao was truly at her wit's end.

I stood in a less crowded area and took out my phone.

"Young boss, do you know anyone at the CDC?"

……

at the same time.

On the other end of the phone.

Xiao Jiang was sitting in his own yard, staring intently at the two portions of duck blood in front of him, pondering the differences between them.

Why doesn't the blood pack prevent the long-tongued monster from mutating?

But one's own can.

That girl clearly learned all her techniques from me.

Could the problem lie with the producer?

Just as Xiao Jiang was pondering, the phone rang.

"Ding-a-ling."

This interrupted Dr. Jiang's train of thought.

I picked up the phone casually and heard a voice on the other end that sounded slightly tearful.

Well known.

Xiao Jiang can't stand seeing little girls cry.

After readily agreeing, he belatedly realized what he had done.

What does the Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) do?

Forget it.

Ask them.

I picked up my phone, scrolled through it, and dialed a number without thinking.

"Chief, I have a question for you."

...

the other side.

Huang Qian was riding in a military vehicle, heading towards a landfill on the outskirts of the city.

While listening to his subordinates report on the situation over there.

Her personal cell phone rang.

Listening to the incoming call.

Huang Qian made a pause gesture, then picked up the phone expressionlessly.

"Is something wrong?"

"The CDC? This is currently a temporary isolation area."

...

"The parents of your store's employees?"

"Are they connected to gangs?"

...

"Going there to pay interest?"

"You want me to make an exception?"

Done.

Huang Qian replied directly.

"Feel sorry."

“Those people are now used for other purposes, and none of them can be released.”

The words were spoken very bluntly.

Huang Qian could hear an angry shout from the other end of the phone, threatening to raise prices.

But she didn't care.