The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

How to evolve three maggots into a three-headed maggot without consuming blood.

And "How to make the coffin lid realize it's a cat, not a coffin lid"

The first of these three research items blocked the path for Zombie Xiao Jiang to study Zombie Xiao Jiang.

So much so that by the end of the night...

To this day, there is clearly nothing inside the coffin.

It's rock hard.

There is not a single undulation that conforms to the curves of the body.

But every time a certain zombie looked at the red and black coffin inside, he would feel an inexplicable sense of belonging.

Is it something I owe?

It doesn't seem to be either.

At the very least, she still resisted lying in that coffin.

Therefore, Xiao Jiang can only attribute this to the fact that he has been lying down for 800 years and has gotten used to it.

But just as she was considering whether to go back in and lie down for a while...

There was a knock on the door downstairs.

Xiao Jiang listened intently.

Suddenly surprised, he quickly came downstairs and returned to the door.

open the door.

Looking at the shirtless, burly man standing outside the door, he asked curiously.

"Mr. Ma?"

"Is something wrong?"

The man outside the door revealed a simple and honest smile.

"Your shop will open in a couple of days."

"I happen to be going out to collect pigs today."

"I was worried that it wouldn't be available by then, so I'm sending you the opening gift now."

talking.

He handed over a boning knife wrapped in a cowhide bag.

It looks like...

It seems to be a good thing.

But as a businessman, how can I just accept things from people so easily?

Therefore, Xiao Jiang did not casually accept the knife.

Thanks!

This sight caught Ma Bochang, who had come to deliver it, off guard for a moment.

He considered the other party's politeness and their gentle refusal.

I never expected this girl to accept it so casually and directly.

interesting…

but.

Just as Ma Bochang was turning back to his shop.

A news report on the radio, coming from the old man selling vegetables, made him pause in his tracks.

This morning... *zz*... Old town... Guoqing Road... Yanwei Lane... A man was attacked... *zzzz*... Heart disappeared... Death... *zzzz*...

.........

Chapter 48 Promise me you won't reward yourself unnecessarily.

3 PM.

In front of the waterworks in the East Seventh District.

A young man wearing a hat got off the bus.

Smiling, she waved goodbye to the bus driver.

then.

He looked around.

Looking at the large gate not far away, I walked straight over to it.

But just as he was about to enter the waterworks gate...

The security guard stopped him.

"Hey."

"What?"

I heard a sound.

The man turned around, smiled gently, and patted the backpack behind him.

"He's a deliveryman."

"express delivery?"

The security guard looked the man up and down, frowned, and pointed to the security room next door.

"Come on, let's register first."

"Then tell me who the package was delivered to."

In this regard.

The man didn't say anything.

He simply followed the security guard into the security room.

He took the register and picked up a pen.

In no time at all, he finished writing it.

just.

As the security guard looked at the words in the register.

I couldn't help but ask:

"Your name is Sixteen?"

"There are people with the surname Shi?"

...

"Also, what does your profession say?"

"Traces? Aren't you a deliveryman?"

...

"No."

"Open the bag and let me see it."

"I need to check what you delivered."

As he spoke, the security guard reached out to grab the man's back.

As a result, my hand was only halfway out before it was grabbed.

Before he could even speak...

The sigh reached the security guard's ears.

"you know."

What does the heart of a busybody look like?

......

Five minutes later.

The man stood beside the pressurized water supply tank at the waterworks.

Looking down at the clear water.

He took out something the size of a grain of rice from his bag.

Holding it in my hand, bathed in sunlight.

You can clearly see a tiny, almost negligible worm inside.

"Class C superhuman, brigade-level military rank, catastrophic mutant."

"In the end, it turned out to be this thing..."

"Tsk tsk..."

"I don't know what those people were trying to do."

"I really don't understand..."

After the reflection.

The man threw the insect eggs into the pool.

He smiled.

"Never mind, I'm just a deliveryman."

Why think so much?

"knock off!"

After saying that, he leaped away and disappeared.

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The next day.

A major event occurred at the farmers' market in the old town.

It was that little Jiang from the slaughterhouse who took over the old Luo family's bean curd shop.

I opened a handmade duck blood shop.

And so, early this morning.

Several flower baskets were delivered to the entrance of the duck blood shop.

They were arranged in two rows.

They are so beautiful, with their vibrant colors.

As for why the flower baskets are labeled with the name of the Inspection Bureau...

"I do not know."

"Maybe they just like eating my duck blood."

Boss Jiang smiled broadly.

He looks very happy.

Even the scars on my face seem to have faded a lot today.

And the same.

Aunt Hu, who sells vegetables, is also very proud.