The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

It didn't even take two seconds.

He was shocked by the news coming from the other end of the phone.

"A red-haired monster of unknown origin killed two D-level superhumans in front of the garrison troops?"

"Is one of them a wanted criminal from the main city?"

...

Who leaked the information?

"What about authenticity?"

...

"what?"

"Was it witnessed by Shao Bowu himself?"

Li Chengcheng looked astonished.

Without caring whether what he said was appropriate or not, he just blurted it out.

"try to find!"

"Find this guy for me!"

"Tell him!"

"Civil service jobs are the only secure ones!"

"As long as he's willing to get a government job!"

"I guarantee he'll be in the management office in three years and in the administration office in five!"

"Within ten years, become the fastest-rising governing official in the entire Jiangzhou City!"

.........

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Two tigers cannot share one mountain; two boards cannot be in one household.

Midnight.

The moonlight was bright.

In the farmers' market in the old town.

Old Cai, the gatekeeper, was leisurely patrolling the market, carrying a flashlight and humming an unknown tune, wearing a loose long-sleeved shirt.

He shone his flashlight wherever he went.

Once it is confirmed that there are no open flames or wiring safety issues, etc.

So we continued walking forward.

But when he waded through the water and arrived at the slaughter area...

Suddenly.

A gust of wind suddenly came from somewhere, making Old Cai shiver.

He doesn't like coming to this place on ordinary days.

The fact that it was dirty and smelly was just the surface reason.

At a deeper level, it's because he's been afraid of getting 'dirty' since he was a child.

Despite being over sixty years old, he still felt a chill in his heart when he thought about those inexplicable things.

So every time I came, I would deliberately make loud footsteps, then quickly sweep the flashlight across my face and slip away.

however.

Today, he inadvertently glanced at the ceiling.

A faint shadow appeared and disappeared on the plastic canopy roof.

Upon seeing this.

Old Cai's hair stood on end.

He didn't even care about the flashlight in his hand.

With a loud clang.

Just run away.

The commotion startled a little zombie who was learning to fly.

A cry of "Ouch!"

Followed by.

Then I heard a series of 'glug glug glug' sounds.

A figure fell into the yard of the neighboring Qin Yanwang's house.

immediately.

The figure stood up straight, spat out the chicken feathers from its mouth with two "pui pui" sounds.

He patted the mud and dust off his clothes.

Looking at the flashlight not far away, her little face was full of frustration.

to be frank.

Xiao Jiang really didn't expect that.

Her tiny wings can actually fly.

With a gentle sway, it could generate a strong wind, lifting her body off the ground.

of course.

She also didn't expect that being able to fly and being able to fly are two different things.

They were already floating more than ten meters in the air.

As a result, it changed direction, and with the slightest movement, it plummeted from the sky.

Luckily, he's physically strong enough.

Otherwise, I'll probably have to wear a cast tomorrow to see anyone.

mm.

No.

It's just a pair of chicken wings.

In the last two or three months, I've killed at least 180, if not 200.

How many chicken wings are there in total?

Still can't tame this pair?

Thinking of this, Xiao Jiang raised his head, his eyes filled with determination, and kicked off the ground.

"Up and away!"

As a result, this continued until dawn.

……

dawn.

Before the sun rises.

Little Jiang landed unsteadily on his own roof.

I dragged my tired body back to the bedroom.

They attacked the refrigerator for a while.

I successfully captured a lone B-type blood animal, took it out, and was just about to eat it.

Turning around, I saw the white cat yawning while perched on its own coffin lid.

Good guy.

My buddy's been out there risking his life all day, and you little brat's been hogging the coffin?

As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain.

A company cannot have two board listings.

Now that the main coffin lid is back, you, the fake coffin lid, are here to be given to me…

"come over!"

"Let me tell you, starting today."

"Your name isn't 'Coffin Board,' it's 'Going to Work'!"

"Did you hear me!?"

talking.

Ignoring the kitten's bewildered expression, Xiao Jiang pinched the soft flesh behind its neck and tossed it aside.

"go."

"Let's make money!"

Then he comfortably lay down in the coffin...

While resting with my eyes closed, I began to think about what I had heard from that silly, piecemeal bird earlier that day.

At first, this guy was quite tight-lipped.

He'll insist he's just a deliveryman who took on a shipment and is simply delivering it for someone.

How could Xiao Jiang possibly believe that?

If even a package deliveryman has this kind of fighting power, then the city lord of Jiangzhou should be surnamed Wang.

So she unleashed another barrage of attacks on that head.

Finally, Xiao Jiang said he had a few worms and planned to take them back and put them in his mouth.

This guy finally opened his mouth.

But the vast majority of the messages sent out were pleas for mercy.

He also accused another person, namely the gossipy king.

They say he's a member of an evil organization, spending his days holed up in a tunnel doing shady research.

He claimed that he was responsible for the cholera outbreak throughout the Eastern District, and even felt that the process was too slow, so he planned to speed things up.

They even said that the East Seventh District was just a starting point or something.

however.