The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

And now?

Not only is the chicken gone, but even those handsome eight-pack abs have merged into two cute little pigeons.

Actually, it's not that she can't accept that being reborn changed her personality.

After all, I experienced surfing the internet in my previous life, so I've seen all sorts of strange things.

But she had never experienced the feeling of being a woman without pain.

That's very rare.

But here's the problem: this guy isn't even human anymore.

Hey, what's up?

She was reborn as a female zombie who had been dead for eight hundred years.

Even though more than a month has passed now.

Jiang the butcher almost went crazy just thinking about how he had just woken up and was trapped in that square contraption, unable to move for who knows how long.

As a result, when she later emerged from her coffin, she didn't even want her old home anymore.

After being roughly flattened, it sped all the way to the city it is now.

As for her current job killing chickens, she managed to get it by playing the victim and acting pitiful.

After all, she also needs blood to maintain the normal functioning of her body.

If you can't bring yourself to harm your own kind, then animal blood is the easiest option.

To think that he, a dignified 800-year-old zombie, had lived such a pathetic life.

Butcher Xiao Jiang couldn't help but sigh again.

He turned around, closed the door, and began to deal with the poultry blood in the basin.

.........

However, at the same time.

Lover's Lane, 200 meters away.

Mr. Luo, the owner of the tofu shop, was leisurely walking home, carrying a bag of duck blood in one hand and a bottle of liquor he had just bought in the other.

As soon as I turned into the alley near my home, I saw a tall figure standing under a utility pole not far ahead.

With his head down and back to the light, he was hiding in the shadows, seemingly making a phone call.

However, at this moment, Lao Luo was not in the mood to pay attention to passersby.

All I could think about was going home early, having my wife prepare some dishes, and having a few drinks to enjoy myself.

As a result, when he strolled past that streetlight...

The figure with its back turned suddenly turned around, revealing a pale face.

Followed by.

All Lao Luo saw was the man in front of him open his mouth, stick out a scarlet tongue, and it flew towards him...

.........

Chapter Two: This Blood Still Needs to Be Sucked

One hour later.

On the rubble of the rooftop of the bungalow.

Butcher Xiao Jiang was basking in the moonlight, savoring a bottle of red liquid he had handcrafted.

In her daze, she seemed to hear the 'beep beep beep' of an ambulance.

What happened?

Once she regained consciousness, Xiao Jiang immediately got up, stood on the roof, and gazed curiously into the distance.

Then she noticed an ambulance with red and blue lights flashing, which stopped at the entrance of Lover's Alley, opposite the vegetable market not far away.

Immediately afterwards, several people in white coats got off the car.

Carrying a stretcher and a box, they quickly entered the alley, led by a middle-aged woman with an anxious expression.

Ok?

Isn't that Lao Luo's wife from the tofu shop?

Why call an ambulance when everything is fine?

Xiao Jiang rubbed her smooth chin, a hint of confusion on her face.

Is Lao Luo (Luo Yonghao) having some kind of illness?

But she didn't seem to have heard anything about the old man having any medical history...

and many more.

Jiang Shi's thoughts suddenly returned to the few pieces of duck blood that Lao Luo had bought before closing time.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

Could it be something wrong with this thing...?

If that's the case, they might trace it back to me...

Putting aside whether or not there's financial loss, the real issue is that if it affects my future chicken-killing business, then it would be a losing proposition.

Thinking of this, Butcher Xiao Jiang quickly got up and scrambled down from the roof using both hands and feet.

Then, she casually picked some plaster from the wall, smeared it on her face, put on a piece of clothing, and messed up her hair before heading out.

As a result, when she arrived at Lao Luo's door...

Several curious neighbors had already gathered outside and started chatting.

"I just felt that Lao Luo must have offended someone."

"Otherwise, who would want to attack him in this alley?"

...

"Who did you offend?"

"Could it be Old Li who sells cooked food?"

"I remember Lao Luo's wife used to date him..."

These words immediately attracted the attention of everyone around.

Even a little zombie that had just been unearthed a little over a month ago was finding it hard to move its feet.

However, this was immediately refuted by the old man standing next to him.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Old Luo's wife is a refugee from another district, and has nothing to do with Li Datou."

"Besides, we're all from the same market. Who would go and ruin someone's life just because they offended them?"

Ok?

Go all out?

These words successfully piqued everyone's interest, and all eyes turned to the speaker.

As a result, two minutes later.

Jiang leaned against the wall, his entire body hidden in the shadows, his eyes filled with doubt.

There's a hole in his neck.

Deep coma.

His whole body was pale.

Limb stiffness.

All these symptoms sound so familiar. Could it be that there are many wild zombies in this world besides myself?

If that's the case, then there will definitely be a lot of people catching zombies.

and so…

Keep a low profile, yes, you must keep a low profile...

However, now that it's confirmed that this has nothing to do with my duck blood...

Little Jiang, who was just observing the scene, decided not to stay any longer. He silently took a few steps back and turned to make a run for it.

However, at this very moment...

A scream suddenly came from inside the house ahead.

Immediately afterwards, amidst a commotion of chickens and dogs running around, the front door was slammed open with a loud bang.

The aluminum alloy door panel was knocked off its lock and crashed to the ground. At the same time, a large, stout figure rushed out.

Like a raging bull, it smashed into the crowd standing outside the door, sending them sprawling and falling.

In a short time.

The sounds of wailing, screaming, and cursing blended together.

However, faced with this chaos, the instigator did not stop at all, but simply ran away with his head down and without saying a word.

Such a bizarre scene.

Even Jiang, who prided himself on being worldly-wise, was somewhat stunned at this moment.

However, just as she was awakened by the wails of the elderly men and women and was about to help them up,

A strange, fishy smell suddenly wafted into her nostrils.

In an instant, Jiang Shi's expression hardened.

Subconsciously suppressing the restlessness in my heart, I looked in the direction of the smell.

Beside the knocked-down aluminum alloy gate lay a somewhat damaged blood bag...

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at the same time.

The crime scene was located less than 100 meters from Lao Luo's house.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt was squatting under a telephone pole at the entrance of the alley, smoking.

He ate one bite after another, letting the warm yellow light of the streetlamp shine on him.

He looked very dejected.

At that moment, a figure suddenly walked quickly to his side from a distance.

"Team Leader Xue."

"Luo Dasheng has run away."

"Should we go and bring it back?"

However, faced with the proposal.

The middle-aged man did not respond, but simply exhaled a smoke ring and watched the bluish-gray smoke gradually dissipate in the streetlights.

After a long while, he shook his head.

"Not urgent."

"Just send someone to follow them."

...

"But..." the young man beside him hesitated, then said...

"The cotton mill in the southern suburbs of East 6 last month..."