The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

"The old man was just worried about not having a reason."

As he spoke, Chen Tian turned around, one arm around the woman's slender, boneless waist, the other swirling the red wine in his glass.

"Want some?"

however.

Just as the woman's red lips came close.

Chen Tian then curled the corners of his mouth and flicked his wrist.

He let the red wine trickle down his chest, drop by drop.

The woman understood immediately.

She gave him a coquettish glare, then slowly squatted down.

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At the same time, at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The little girl rolled her eyes reproachfully, then slowly squatted down in front of the zombie—to tie her shoelaces.

"oops."

What are you doing?

"It's inconvenient for me to be holding things."

The zombie was carrying a bag in one hand and a large box of small cakes in the other.

At first glance, it's true that there's no free hand.

But...

Thanks.

"Little Di Jia."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a pinch on her leg.

It doesn't hurt, but it's a little itchy.

"Don't you dare call me young!"

"I was born in 05! I'm older than you!"

05 years?

Oh, Xiao Jiang suddenly remembered that the date on his ID card seemed to be 07, which made him two years younger than this girl.

But if we consider her actual age, she should be... born in 1207?

So, should this girl call us... Great Ancestor? Grand Ancestor? Yuan Ancestor?

still…

What are you standing there for?

"Come on, I'm in a hurry to feed my little board."

...

"What board?"

"Oh."

"It's not called a coffin lid anymore..."

"I renamed it 'Going to Work' yesterday."

"You can also call it Banban."

...

"Ah~"

"Your ability to come up with names is truly amazing."

"dislike!"

This brat dares to give your ancestors the cold shoulder, watch out, bro... huh?

Just as Xiao Jiang was getting ready for a zombie vs. Ultraman scenario, he entered the market and saw Director Chen from the community holding a megaphone in one hand and waving a flyer in the other.

Comrades.

"Remember that wanted poster for that red-haired monster? It was a mistake during the investigation."

"Now let's correct the mistakes..."

"In fact, he is the good comrade who protects our citizens."

"It was because of his help and his dedication that the terrible rabies was effectively contained."

"so."

"If you ever see Comrade Red Hair again, you must show him the respect he deserves!"

“If, listen carefully, if! Someone can get Comrade Red Hair to come and report to our Old Street Community.”

"Our community hospital will provide one free blood pressure measurement opportunity every month."

"And those who hurry will also get eggs, rice, and cooking oil!"

???

Damn!

Director Chen!

You lack martial ethics!

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Chapter Sixty-Six: Don't even think about dragging me to take the civil service exam!

It was midnight.

At the butcher's house in the market.

Xiao Fei Jiang didn't take to the air for practice today, and she didn't even go to the rooftop to bask in the moonlight.

He was just squatting at home making duck blood.

no way.

The enthusiasm of the group of old men and women during the day really frightened her.

They were all studying the flyers.

Just started.

Is this person sick with so much red hair growing on their body?

Look at his red eyes, isn't that conjunctivitis?

then.

He looks so thin, does he never have enough money for food?

Even their clothes look pretty tattered; it's kind of heartbreaking to see.

At last.

[He's just a bit short, otherwise I'd be willing to introduce my daughter to him.]

"Your daughter? Come on, are you sure that red-haired guy is a boy? What if it's a girl?"

Hear this.

Xiao Jiang was genuinely scared.

Let's not even talk about what these middle-aged women would do if they found her.

Those people in the administration office mobilized grassroots forces to find her like this, and their purpose made her feel that something was amiss.

Arrest her?

Not quite.

After all, no one would try to create a positive image for someone before arresting them.

It's not about catching her, but finding her like this...

Do you want her to take the civil service exam?

Please.

Didn't you finish writing enough aptitude tests and essays in your past life?

Even after traveling through time for so long, Xiao Jiang still vividly remembers a certain civil service exam question that asked about the taste of flies.

Forget it.

Let's wait and see.

……

moment.

Xiao Jiang finished processing the duck blood she had stored at home.

Leave it aside to dry.

With nothing else to do, I decided to pick up a bag of type A blood to change things up.

But at this moment...

Her gaze fell upon a familiar piece of animal skin paper, spread out in her 'work' nest.

In a daze, I suddenly remembered something.

He walked over and picked up the parchment.

He tore open the blood bag with his teeth, sucking at it while staring at the contents of the parchment.

Last time.

She only glanced at it once.

Because the writing system is not very modern, even with the knowledge of this particular zombie, he could only vaguely make out a portion of it.

For example, the character in the first part that looks like '寄'.

Just look at the illustrations at the back.

It seems like they stuff something into a person's mouth, then take out the heart and roast it over a fire.

Finally, you get a small, crooked thing.

That must be why those few were so limp, right?

As for what follows…

Xiao Jiang emptied the blood bag from his hand and casually put it aside.

Well…

Anyway, I'm just idling around.

or…

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at the same time.

A white cat with two silver tags hanging around its neck.

He crawled out of the window of the slaughterhouse area in the market and then walked along the eaves.

To jump, to climb.

After a series of actions.