The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

They fled in all directions.

for a long time.

The vibrations gradually subsided.

But just when everything around them was calming down...

From that tunnel.

Suddenly, several burly figures with dark skin emerged.

It was wobbly and unsteady.

It seemed that every step was extremely difficult.

but.

As they walked more and more, their gait became more and more upright, and their figures became thinner and more slender.

After the five people had completely exited the tunnel.

They are now basically no different from ordinary people.

At this time.

A very hoarse voice suddenly came from inside the tunnel.

“…Go…”

"...Let go...do it..."

.........

Chapter Twenty-Three: I will definitely become an extremely poor household!

A July morning.

The vegetable market in the old town is still bustling.

The vegetable vendors were shouting that their produce was fresh.

The fishmonger was diligently cleaning and scaling the fish.

The butcher happily chopped and shredded the meat.

Only our duck blood vendor is unusually free today.

A person is sitting on a stool.

He was idly fiddling with a boning knife.

"Little Jiang."

"Don't you think there are fewer people at the market today?"

Aunt Qin, who sells live chickens next door, belatedly raised a question.

however.

Before Jiang Shi could respond.

Across from them, the vegetable vendor waved enthusiastically.

"Sister Qin!"

You don't know, do you?

"A rabid dog appeared on the street next door yesterday."

"It bites people everywhere."

"Look, the whole road, even the alleys, are blocked off."

"If you go there now, you can still see the bus and the seals."

...

"Rabies?"

Aunt Qin was clearly unfamiliar with this term.

But then, as if remembering something, she asked with some surprise:

"Are you talking about the illness that Luo Dayong had a while ago?"

...

"Yes, yes, yes."

"And Lao Fang's daughter too."

talking.

The vegetable vendor instinctively turned her head away.

My gaze fell on the area not far away, near the exit of the market.

The cold dish shop over there was under renovation, and a shirtless, burly man was there holding his phone, looking at something.

As for Luo Dayong's tofu shop next door, it remains closed, showing no sign of opening for business.

Upon seeing this.

Aunt Qin smacked her lips involuntarily.

"Such a good location."

"Pity…"

Is it a pity?

Xiao Jiang certainly knew what Aunt Qin meant.

She raised her hand and unconsciously touched her smooth chin.

Maybe…

……

Maybe a testicle!

Half an hour later.

A poor guy walked out of the market management office with a stiff smile.

Clutching a five-figure rental agreement, he turned to close the door, his back deeply hunched.

Waiting for the door to close completely.

Xiao Jiang completely tore off her fake smile.

His face was full of curses and swears.

Very meow.

Wasn't it said that someone died in the house and it couldn't be rented out?!

Dude, are you genuinely interested in doing business here?

They're even offering 80,000 yuan a year in rent?!

The slaughterhouse only costs eight thousand including rent!

I #xgИE…

"Little Jiang!"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind her, startling the zombie so much that it almost made the red-haired girl jump out of her skin.

He quickly changed his expression, turning around with a shy smile.

"Director, is there anything I can help you with?"

"fine."

The director upstairs pushed up his glasses, revealing a slightly wrinkled face with a faint smile.

"I just wanted to let you know."

"If you can get a certificate of special hardship assistance from the community, the rent can be reduced a bit."

Demand rent reduction?

Xiao Jiang's eyes lit up.

How much to bet?

"Two thousand, two thousand a month."

!!!

"Don't worry, Director!"

"I will definitely become an extremely poor household!"

With that, he turned and left.

This scene made the director's eye twitch involuntarily.

He muttered something under his breath.

"This girl."

"Well, at least we've met one of our targets."

......

Little Jiang over here.

They were unaware that they had been included in the community's list of impoverished households.

Right now, that's her.

I walked briskly, heading home to get my ID card so I could apply at the community office.

As she came downstairs, walked through the seafood section, and was almost at her doorstep...

I spotted a slender little girl from afar.

He was walking a white Bichon Frise.

Standing there, craning my neck, looking out my own window.

Is there a female pervert?

Xiao Jiang was stunned.

But then she realized that this person looked somewhat familiar...

I went closer to take a look.

Her eyebrows and eyes immediately curved into a smile.

"Hi."

"Ultraman, my friend."

"What are you looking at?"

In a word.

This startled Di Jia.

Turn around.

He looked at the girl who had appeared behind him without him noticing.

I subconsciously ignored the other person's inexplicable form of address.

He stammered:

"that."