The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

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"how."

"Are you worried that thing will go out and bite people again?"

As he spoke, Xue Gen smiled silently, raised his hand, and crushed the cigarette butt on the telephone pole.

Then he got up and shook the ash off his clothes.

Instead of worrying about this, you should think about it carefully.

"Who on earth created these inhuman and ghostly things?"

This is actually what Xue Gen himself most wants to know right now.

Because it started with the biting incident at the cotton mill in mid-last month.

In several nearby cities, there are cases of ordinary people being attacked almost every week.

The cause and origin are unknown.

The only thing that is clear is that these people who are attacked will lose most of their blood.

And entered a state of suspended animation, a deep coma.

If that's all there is to it, then this incident is nothing more than an ordinary criminal case.

The key point is that these bitten people have a certain chance of reviving after receiving external blood transfusions.

At the same time, after being 'resurrected,' there will be instances of people being harmed without provocation.

Therefore, in order to thoroughly investigate this matter.

The higher-ups gave a direct order, mobilizing all criminal investigators in nearby cities to bring the mastermind to justice as quickly as possible.

That's why we have the situation today, where Xue Gen, the captain of the Jiangzhou Criminal Investigation Team, led a group to stake out the area.

"to be honest."

"I'm actually quite glad."

"These 'resurrected' creatures have not yet been found to have the ability to spread their biting ability again."

"otherwise..."

In a short time.

The two people in the alley fell silent.

After a moment, perhaps to change the subject.

The young man suddenly pointed to the red plastic bag Xue Gen was carrying and asked a question out of curiosity.

"Captain, what is this?"

Xue Gen raised the bag a little, shook it, and laughed:

"Duck blood."

"Luo Dasheng bought it."

"I just tried it, and it tastes pretty good."

"When are you free? Could you ask around and find out which company makes it, and buy a lot? After this mission is over, let's get together and have some hot pot..."

However, neither of the two people present noticed.

Under the streetlights, in the soil beside the primary crime scene, a maggot suddenly twisted and contorted its body as it emerged from the ground…

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In the vegetable market on the other side.

Little zombie had no idea that someone was eyeing his duck blood.

At this moment, she is sitting upright at the dining table.

A pair of beautiful, large eyes stared blankly at a bowl of fresh blood in the rice bowl on the table.

Her dusty little face was full of hesitation and confusion.

To be honest, ever since she came into this world and learned that she was a zombie, she had worried that she might go out and bite people.

But when she came into contact with ordinary people and found that she had no urge to bite at all, her worries in that regard were extinguished.

You can safely use the blood of poultry such as chickens, ducks, and geese as a food substitute.

But today, after she came into close contact with blood.

I was surprised to find that I still felt an instinctive craving for this thing.

So...why don't you want to give it a try?

Thinking it would be a waste to throw it away, after deliberating for a while, Jiang picked up the bowl in front of him, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth...

Then, a cool sensation, like mint, flowed down my throat and into my lungs.

The next second, she felt a faint warm current starting from her abdomen and quickly spreading throughout her body.

Like parched land suddenly receiving a light rain.

At the same time, Jiang Shi could also clearly feel it.

My body seems to be getting stronger.

No wonder he's been as weak as a chicken for the past month or so.

It turns out that I've been in a state of zero health and zero mana the whole time.

so.

To restore this body's original power, it still needs to absorb blood...

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Chapter Three: Boss, a bag of chilled type O blood, please.

Guo Xiaosan is an unlicensed taxi driver.

My daily work involves placing my five-pointed star at the entrance of the blood center in District 7 of the East.

While chatting and joking with people, they waited for customers who needed a car to come to their door.

Of course, this kind of passive, wait-and-see approach doesn't earn you much money on a regular basis.

So in private, he would also take on some shady jobs.

For example, providing paid financial assistance to card-playing enthusiasts in the neighborhood.

To allow them to enjoy spiritual pleasure more happily.

Or, you could introduce some pleasurable activities to friends who are feeling stifled, and take a small cut in the process.

However, these are not Guo Xiaosan's main businesses.

What he truly focused on was…

"Beauty."

"I've seen you loitering around this doorway for quite a while."

Is there anything you need?

Guo Xiaosan stopped a girl.

He looked him up and down, noticing his thin build and timid expression.

He immediately cracked a smile, revealing what he considered a kind one.

"Don't be afraid, beautiful lady."

"I'm in charge of maintaining stability here."

"I saw you standing alone at the door not going in, so I was curious and asked."

He paused for a moment as he spoke.

His gaze lingered on the girl's dusty face for a moment, then he suddenly moved closer, his voice noticeably lower.

"girl."

"I know it might be a bit presumptuous of me to ask this."

"But judging from your appearance, are you a little short on money?"

As a result, after these words were spoken...

A strange expression suddenly appeared on the other person's face.

But Guo Xiaosan didn't care, and just confidently patted his chest.

"rest assured."

"I, Guo Xiaosan, have been on this street for several years now, and my prices are absolutely fair."

Finally, when the conversation reached this point...

The girl spoke up.

She bit her lip and asked a hesitant question.

"Big, big brother..."

"I'd like to buy some blood, is that alright...?"

what?

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Fifteen minutes later.

Inside a small, unnamed clinic.

Poor Xiao Jiang looked at the price list handed to him, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

Although I know that blood is much more expensive on the black market than in hospitals.

But she never expected that the prices on both sides would differ so drastically.

Take the cheapest type O blood as an example.

Before coming, Jiang Shi specifically checked online and found that the hospital's price ranged from 100 to 250 yuan per 100cc.

As a result, the price of 100cc of type O blood fluctuates between 500 and 700.

And it's also limited in quantity.

Pooh!

At this very moment, a certain poor zombie squeezed his empty wallet.

I actually felt an urge to bite the other person to death.

But then I saw those burly men playing mahjong in the next room.

Think about your current fighting strength.

Although the half bag of type O blood I received last night has improved my strength to some extent.

Taking down these burly men shouldn't be a problem.

But here's the problem: if they've been double-crossed this time, will they still be able to do business together?

This isn't a one-off deal; your subsequent physical development and everything else depends on it.

"How is it, little girl?"

"How much do you need?"

Listening to the question from the old man in front of me.

Jiang Shi gritted his teeth and pulled out a stack of old men's banknotes from his pocket.

Then take out the change, stuff it into your pocket, and put the rest on the table.