The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

Xiao Jiang certainly wouldn't accept all of this kind of blatant slander.

She has her own ability to understand.

For example, the insects were indeed caused by the Long-Tongued King.

For example, they are both members of the same organization, and they will cause trouble later.

For example, this guy doesn't seem to want to stay here at all, and keeps trying to get Xiao Jiang to send him to the army, both openly and secretly.

You know they might treat prisoners of war well over there, right?

Having extracted this information, Xiao Jiang understood that this guy was unwilling to say a single thing about himself.

So I stopped asking those questions.

Instead, they subtly pried out some information about the direction of the level.

For example, the job duties of the trackers are largely similar to those of deliverymen.

Cash on delivery.

The only difference is that you need to confirm receipt of the goods to complete the task.

Of course, those who can hire extraordinary individuals will charge no less than six figures…

There are other professions, such as judges with specific law enforcement capabilities and arbitrators responsible for handling various abnormal events.

A mediator with auxiliary abilities such as mediation and repair.

Explorers who travel extensively but possess formidable combat abilities, and so on.

There are a total of eighteen different professions, both large and small.

Moreover, every profession requires an examination to obtain a professional certificate. I've heard that ordinary people can also take the exam, but the success rate is only one in a hundred thousand or even one in a million.

As for the levels of extraordinary individuals.

The military uses ranks, while extraordinary individuals are represented by letters, roughly corresponding to E for lieutenant, D for colonel, C for general, B for marshal, and so on.

But there are very few people like Xiao Jiang who are handsome to the point of being... cough cough... D level at such a young age.

Moreover, the vast majority of ability users are only at the E level.

but.

Strictly speaking, Xiao Jiang felt that he should be more than a D-rank, and at the very least, no other D-rank player could so easily crush someone of the same rank.

Finally, Xiao Jiang also asked a few questions about the main city.

But for some reason, when Xiao Jiang asked about matters related to the main city...

The other person's demeanor was a bit strange.

Although it only has one face.

But in that state, it seemed as if only the extraordinary beings were superior to others in the entire main city.

Xiao Jiang couldn't help herself.

He went up for a big fight, but accidentally ended up shooting someone's head into a circle.

Later, seeing that she couldn't extract any useful information, she finally handed her head over to Chen Shaojie.

After all, he's a D-level superhuman; he should be worth at least several hundred thousand.

In addition, there was the Long-Tongued King that we killed earlier.

At this moment, Xiao Jiang could almost foresee a seven-figure reward appearing in his account.

what…

Just thinking about it makes me happy!

But then again.

Do superhumans also need to work to earn money?

The trailblazer…

Professional League…

Main city…

It seems really impressive.

I just don't know if superhumans eat duck blood...

How about developing a duck blood product specifically for superhumans?

Ok.

The portion should be smaller.

The ingredients must be aged duck.

and also.

And the more elaborate the packaging, the better.

Ideally... sprinkle some gold dust...

Sprinkle with gold powder…

Gold dust…

粉…

zzz…

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Six hours ago.

Inside a college in the East Eighth District.

An elderly woman with gray hair walked out of a dilapidated room with light steps and slowly closed the door behind her.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a servant approached from behind.

Just as he was about to speak, the old woman made a 'shh' gesture and led him aside.

"The children have just fallen asleep."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Upon hearing this...

The latter takes a step forward.

"Number 633 said that the parasitism plan in District 7 of the East has failed."

"Both silver medalists in Sequence 1 have fallen into the trap."

Upon hearing this...

The old woman's eyes flickered.

"Sequence 1?"

"Which two?"

...

"Sixteen and nineteen."

Upon hearing those two names, the wrinkles on the old woman's face twitched.

"I've met that guy, Sixteen."

"Very slippery."

"Nineteen more."

"If I remember correctly."

"This guy must have just won a silver medal, right?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and showed a hint of interest.

"Who did this?"

"Military headquarters..."

"impossible."

The old woman immediately shook her head and said in a firm tone:

"Those guys in the military are the most disciplined."

“Even if they catch a fugitive on Interpol’s Red Notice, they will still have to be sent to the main city for trial.”

The person behind him fell silent after hearing this.

Indeed, the military gives the impression of being rigid and inflexible.

"Let's check it out."

"Notify me if you find anything suspicious."

"After all, it's something that can make those extremists in Sequence 1 suffer a setback."

"There really aren't many left..."

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Chapter Sixty-Four: Your sword-wielding technique is a bit strange.

morning.

The military compound in the main city of Jiangzhou.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the latticed windows of the council chamber, they illuminated the interior.

A crisp "snap" sound.

The silence in the council hall was broken.

then.

The elderly man, dressed in a dark green military uniform, lowered his eyes, put down the hammer in his hand, and spoke softly.

"Let's begin..."

As he finished speaking...

A white-haired officer on the left spoke first.

"There are two main focuses of this meeting. The first is to discuss the Council's proposal to cut spending in our military."

"Secondly..."

Before he could finish speaking...

On the left, the character "North" was engraved on the table. A robust man in a khaki military uniform patted the table with one hand.

With a restrained anger, he said in a deep voice:

"Cut it again?"

"Damn it, I just made contact with the merchant caravan from Xuzhou last week, and he's already cutting expenses?"

"Believe it or not, I'll disband the team and let the officials in the administration go chat with those bastards in the sea."

These words were spoken.

Although the others present did not say anything, their silence spoke volumes.

Upon seeing this.

The white-haired military officer on the stage turned and glanced at the elderly man presiding over the meeting.

Without saying a word, he took out a second document.

"Since everyone had objections to the previous one."