The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

"Pack your things!"

Let's make duck blood!

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Boss Said This Was So Classy

It was dark.

The wind is strong.

Under the pale moonlight.

Inside the farmers' market on Buyi Street.

A silver-white longsword fell from the sky.

The roof of the farmers' market was blown open, leaving a large hole three or four meters square.

then.

A tall figure landed at the edge of the hole.

A bird's-eye view from high to low.

Through the hole.

On the ground, a burly mutant was writhing wildly.

pity.

No matter how much it struggles.

The sword stuck in his arm remained embedded in the ground.

It's as if it possesses some kind of magic.

At this time.

The tall figure leaped down from the roof and landed directly on the hilt of the sword.

With a 'whoosh' sound.

The sword was completely submerged in the ground.

The mutant's body also collapsed to the ground.

moment.

Dark liquid oozed from the mutant's wounds.

however.

The woman remained unmoved.

He jumped off the sword hilt without any expression.

He tilted his head.

It avoided the tongue that was thrust from the mutant's mouth.

But next second.

A flash of cold light appeared.

The tongue flew off its back, and at the same time, a huge amount of liquid spurted out from the base of the tongue.

It covered the ground in front of it with a layer.

But at that very moment...

Silver light shines towards the sky.

A large hole was instantly torn open in the mutant's mouth and tongue.

Then.

The woman sheathed her sword.

He turned and left calmly.

He walked past one corpse after another.

She stopped at the entrance of the farmers' market.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers guarding the gate seemed to receive an order.

They split into two lines, silently filing into the farmers' market along both sides of the women.

This time.

A cheerful figure swayed and staggered over.

"Has my elder sister broken through to a higher level again?"

"Wow, that's amazing now."

"One person can take down so many long-tongued monsters while dealing with mutants."

however.

Faced with the praise, Huang Qian simply exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Has the area been cleared?"

Ye Jia immediately made an OK sign.

"All the pork cutlets around here have been cleared out."

"Those who did not show symptoms were also put into isolation."

"only…"

The little girl seemed to have encountered something difficult to understand, and asked a question while frowning.

"Big sister."

"How did this mutant come up with the idea of ​​hiding in someone else's gang?"

“If the neighbors hadn’t heard gunshots coming from inside and called the police, we wouldn’t have been able to catch it.”

"Big sister, what if the other three also hide like this?"

"Yes, but I believe that my older sister has already thought of a solution."

"Big sister is the best!"

Huang Qian had gotten used to Ye Jia's self-talking and question-and-answer style.

So there was no response.

Only after I calmed my breathing.

Then I slowly walked towards the outside.

However, at this time...

A phone suddenly rang from the small bag around Ye Jia's waist.

"Ding-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling~"

He interrupted the girl's rambling and casually took out his phone to glance at the number.

"Hey, on a mission."

"what?"

"What?"

After a two-second moment of shock, Ye Jia belatedly turned her head to the side.

"Big sister."

"The forensic doctor from South Korea said they've found the source of the mysterious substance..."

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Half an hour later.

Inside the laboratory of the Second District Hospital.

Huang Qian looked at the pile of things on the table, her expression somewhat surprised.

Faded towels, yellowed pillowcases, toothbrushes…

Many of them were personal items, and they were probably taken from Xue Gen's house.

But these other things...

Enoki mushrooms, goose head, duck blood…

"What are these...?"

"Hot pot ingredients."

"Want to eat hot pot?"

Han Baiyu merely glanced at Ye Jia's excitement before turning her gaze to Huang Qian, who was frowning in thought.

"Yes."

"Just as you thought."

"Xue Gen really likes hot pot."

"In the days leading up to the mission, I would have a hot pot meal almost every night."

...

"So that special substance is in these ingredients?"

Han Baiyu nodded and introduced them one by one:

There are sixteen types in total.

“I found buyers for each one and bought them in large quantities.”

It seemed that the Korean forensic doctor was inclined to describe the entire process.

Huang Qian, who is always straightforward, shook her head and glanced at the little girl beside her who looked unhappy because she was being ignored.

To put it bluntly.

"Just tell me the result."

Upon hearing this...

Han Baiyu remained silent for a moment.

He softly uttered an address…

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The next day.

Early in the morning.

Shen Zhaozhao came down from the attic and looked at the empty house.

"dad?"

"Mother?"

She tentatively called out twice, confirming that her parents hadn't come home last night.

Although she had doubts, she considered that they had often stayed out late at night in the past.

Shen Zhaozhao put away her phone, quickly washed up, got dressed, and then rode her bicycle out the door.

A clear early autumn morning.

A light mist filled the air.

It blows on your face.