The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

It was covered in red fur from head to toe.

He looked exactly like someone whose later years were going to be unfortunate.

How can I go out now?

however.

What the red-haired zombie didn't know was...

At the very moment her entire body grew hair.

All people and animals within a 100-meter radius experienced a very brief feeling of palpitation.

Including Chen Shaojie, who is currently buying cigarettes at a convenience store outside the market.

In an instant.

His hand, which was about to light a cigarette, froze in mid-air.

His brows furrowed involuntarily.

This feeling…

.........

Chapter Fifteen: My Dream is to Kill Chickens

"what happened?"

At the entrance of a small supermarket.

A question drew Chen Shaojie's attention back from his furrowed brows and deep thought.

Seeing Xue Gen walking towards him, he asked in a low voice.

"Did you feel anything?"

Faced with this sudden inquiry.

Xue Gen didn't understand what the other party meant for a moment, so he asked a question in return.

"How does it feel?"

Such a response.

Chen Shaojie understood perfectly well. He smiled and shook his head, temporarily suppressing his doubts, and continued to light his cigarette.

He then took another cigarette from the pack and handed it out.

"nothing."

"What do you want to say about that bug?"

Xue Gen attributed this sudden shift in topic to Chen Shaojie's personality.

He took the cigarette.

He turned around and tapped it on his finger.

"I actually have a question."

"What's the purpose of these insects parasitizing so many people and sucking so much blood?"

purpose?

Upon hearing those two words, Chen Shaojie conjured up some images in his mind.

He took a light drag of his cigarette and exhaled.

"What you should be asking is, what exactly does the owner of this insect want to do?"

As he spoke, he leaned against a nearby tree trunk and shifted the position of his bandaged leg.

After the bus in front of him passed by, he suddenly chuckled.

"Brother Xue."

What's your impression of us ability users?

This question stumped Xue Gen.

to be frank.

Having served as an inspector for so many years, he actually didn't have many opportunities to come into contact with special teams.

Most of the time, reports are made only when special events occur.

Then, after everyone else has finished dealing with the matter, they will come out to clean up the mess.

The only person I've truly dealt with is Lieutenant Chen in front of me.

So, he sized up the person in front of him.

"Free-spirited? Unrestrained? Disobedient..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop..."

Chen Shaojie cursed in annoyance.

"You're using veiled insults to criticize others, aren't you?"

"You bastard."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he laughed.

He shook his head helplessly.

"That's true."

"But if I tell you..."

"Someone like me is already considered lucky."

"And a large portion of the others are arrogant and paranoid psychopaths."

What do you think?

In a daze, Xue Gen seemed to understand something.

"you mean…?"

...

"I think we might have started our investigation in the wrong direction from the beginning..."

In a short time.

Both of them fell silent.

.........

at the same time.

At the home of a butcher.

Jiang Shi, now back to normal, felt an inexhaustible surge of energy throughout her body.

The entire corpse was grinning.

but.

When she squeezed the worm out again, she saw its half-dead, limp appearance.

My mood immediately soured.

But just as she was wondering whether she should share some duck blood with the worm,

A phone call came in.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang."

"Have you prepared everything for reporting to medical school tomorrow?"

"Do you want your aunt to prepare it for you?"

...

"what?"

"Need not?"

"also."

"But you need to tidy yourself up."

"After all, they represent the image of our old alleyway community..."

Did you hear me?

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The next morning.

The entrance to the medical school in East Seventh District.

As usual, Di Jia walked across the street from the bus stop, carrying her schoolbag.

We arrived at the breakfast stall at the school gate.

"boss."

"Give me a three-ingredient bun."

"Add another egg."

then.

Just as she was taking out her money, she unexpectedly saw a slender girl walking across the street, led by a middle-aged woman.

Just started.

She hadn't really noticed yet.

But when the girl passed by him...

She caught a glimpse of the scar on the girl's face.

He was completely stunned.

"Hey, Baozi."

"oh oh."

At the boss's suggestion.

Di Jia belatedly handed over the money, then grabbed her breakfast and rushed off to school.

Not long after.

She then went to the classroom where she would be having class today.

Enter the door.

I found a secluded corner.

After briefly greeting the students in front and behind me, I started eating my breakfast.

At this time.

The girl in front of her suddenly turned around and asked a question in a mysterious tone.

"Xiao Di, I remember your family is from the old town, right?"

Upon hearing the inquiry.

Di Jia raised his head, revealing a face with half a bulging mouth, and nodded.

then.

After she heard from her classmates about the murder that had occurred in the old town the day before.

Her face froze for a moment.

Even the act of chewing the steamed buns involuntarily stopped.