The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

But what puzzled Ye Jia was that her older sister did not return the phone to her.

He even maintained a thoughtful posture, still holding his phone.

"What's wrong, big sister?"

"Has something happened again?"

however.

Huang Qian did not respond to Ye Jia's question. Instead, she frowned, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly gave the order:

"Ye Jia."

"Oh, I'm here."

"Go to the military headquarters now and get a copy of the latest yellow warrant list."

For an instant.

Ye Jia's pigtails stood up straight.

"Huh? Big sister, you mean..."

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On the other side, the complainant is Xiao Jiang.

After making the call, I rushed to the station.

We got on the bus and endured a bumpy ride.

I finally returned to the classroom before classes started.

But you can keep going.

Xiao Jiang encountered a very embarrassing situation.

She was the one who discovered it.

The IV needles prepared for her nursing class couldn't even be inserted into her skin.

This is how to do?

She glanced at the little girl diligently inserting needles into the prosthetic hand on the table, and was momentarily at a loss.

If I remember correctly.

I had just promised this girl in the car that I would give her a needle practice session.

But what about now?

When faced with the zombie skin on his body that had hardened for eight hundred years.

These steel needles are as soft as plastic.

It only requires a little effort.

Ok.

It's bent.

Therefore, this situation exists.

What?

Tell the truth?

That would scare the girl.

But if I don't say it...

How about we put on a show?

Acting like you're terrified of pain, playing the victim, and avoiding the situation?

Or perhaps...

Make a hole with your fingernail beforehand to expose the blood vessel so she can poke it.

however.

Just as Xiao Jiang's indecisiveness struck again.

Suddenly, a gagging sound was heard in the classroom.

I looked up.

It was the classmate with the mobile phone sitting in front of me.

For some reason, he is currently leaning against the table and dry heaving.

Judging from her profile, with her head down and her hand covering her stomach.

He looks like he's in a lot of pain.

What's going on?

Did you faint from the needle?

Xiao Jiang looked bewildered, and then, seeing that several classmates were advising Xiao Lingtong to go and rest, he decided not to pay any attention.

But then, with another "whoosh" from the little mobile phone, it actually vomited up a puddle of stuff.

The girls around them were in a flurry of activity.

At this time.

One of the zombies suddenly lit up, resolutely raised its hand, and volunteered to help the person to the school clinic.

Their smugness lasted only a few minutes.

Push open the door to the infirmary.

A series of dry heaving sounds reached her ears.

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

At that moment, Xiao Jiang thought he had stumbled upon a duck's nest...

'Gag gag gag...'

At this time.

A senior student dressed as a nurse quickly approached them.

"what happened?"

...

"Vomit…"

"I feel completely weak..."

Xiao Jiang had barely finished speaking when...

The nurse in front of him was stunned for a moment.

"Vomiting again?"

"Several have happened this afternoon alone..."

Is that right?

Xiao Jiang's gaze unconsciously drifted to the girls not far away, who were hugging trash cans and repenting.

really.

It seems they've all eaten something.

immediately.

With the help of Xiao Jiang and the senior student, the little smart girl had an IV drip put into her hand.

But I don't know why.

At that moment, she seemed to smell a familiar scent...

just.

Where did I smell that...?

Hey.

I'm getting old.

My brain isn't working properly...

.........

Xiao Jiang returned in the evening.

As I got out of the car, the sunset was in full swing.

The boundless gold, like gauze, covered the ceiling of the market.

The scenery is nice.

However, the girl next to him didn't seem to have any appreciation for his work at all.

I went straight to the mechanic after getting off the car.

Then she saw her little car standing there perfectly intact.

A faint smile finally appeared on his face.

A while later.

Watching the girl ride away on her bicycle, her back to me.

Xiao Jiang smacked his lips.

I turned around and went back to the market.

As it turned out, they happened to see Chen Xinlan, the community director, who had come to handle some business.

Thinking about how much this older woman had helped him.

Xiao Jiang slipped into the shop first.

Under the questioning gaze of the girl with the blood bag, he took out a bag of duck blood that he had made himself.

Then, at the entrance of the market, I caught up with the community director.

It turned out the other person was on the phone.

So I simply followed behind, intending to wait until the call was finished before saying anything more.

But unexpectedly.

She waited.

But then they heard some unexpected news.

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Chapter 53 You've Become a Vibrating Drumstick

Is the water source at the waterworks polluted?

When Xiao Jiang heard this...

The first thing that came to mind was the scene of those little girls vomiting in the school clinic this afternoon.

That scene was really not pleasant.

One of the zombies subconsciously frowned.

then.

After the community director finished his call.

She then moved closer.

"Aunt Chen."