The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

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"Small?"

"Don't you understand the principle of observing things carefully and remaining untainted by worldly desires?"

"Huang Qian, you're so lucky this time! You ate the mutated duck blood!"

"Otherwise, you'll die in East Seventh District along with that metal lump outside, you know that?"

be honest.

When Xiao Yejia heard the term "lump of iron," she felt somewhat resentful.

But then I thought about how the person inside was cursing me was my sister's mother.

Instantly.

All the resentment subsided.

She continued to fidget with her braids, her face drooping, filled with unease.

A while later.

The door opened.

A graceful lady in a cheongsam, carrying a light-colored handbag, walked out from inside.

She swayed gracefully, exuding the charm of a mature woman, as she approached Ye Jia.

Subconsciously.

The little girl shuddered.

Quickly sit up straight, look straight ahead, and put your hands on your lap. Your posture should be as obedient as possible.

"Xiao Ye Jia".

"Aunt Xue, I'm here!"

"I owe Xiaoqian's safe return to your help."

"No, no! It's what I should do!"

Xiao Yejia was so frightened that a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

however.

The noblewoman simply shook her head slightly.

I'm serious.

"If it weren't for you this time..."

"That girl Xiaoqian has probably already become someone else's puppet."

puppet?

When Xiao Yejia heard this word.

He paused for a moment, clearly not understanding the meaning of the word.

However, the lady did not offer any explanation, but simply smiled and said something.

"So, as a token of my gratitude..."

"I will try my best to forge your iron sheet into silver sheet."

"So that the next time you go to the East Seventh District, you'll be better able to protect yourself."

Eh?

Forging, forging?

In an instant, Xiao Yejia was dumbfounded…

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Chapter 50 What kind of freak is this now?

A clear early autumn morning.

When the first cool breeze blows through the greenhouse and into the market.

A zombie lying in a coffin has awakened.

She opened her scarlet eyes, revealing sharp fangs.

It let out a roar from hell.

"Ah Qiu~"

then.

When she saw clearly the source of the attack on her nose.

Anger welled up inside me.

Reach out.

He grabbed a mollusk by the neck and threw it away.

"You son of a bitch!"

"You really think that just because I named you Coffin Board, you'll be able to come in and sleep here?"

"Let me tell you!"

"I won't be back until I bring my buddy's coffin lid back!"

"You're not coming in for even a day!"

...

"Meow~"

"Keep yelling!"

Now, just thinking about how he sleeps without a blanket every day makes him realize that he has to worry about this.

My mood was very unpleasant.

Forget it.

Even a large corpse cannot hold a grudge against a small cat.

A zombie crawled out of its coffin, preparing to wash up.

But as she passed the bed, she vaguely remembered something.

Go back.

Bend over.

He got off the bed and dragged out a basin filled with blood.

It swayed.

Several insect-like figures emerged from the blood basin, swaying with the blood.

Upon seeing this.

Xiao Jiang reached out and picked one up.

At first glance.

He still looks weak and limp, like someone with kidney deficiency.

But look closely.

She could see a faint crimson mark coming from the insect's mouth.

Huh?

This discovery delighted Xiao Jiang.

To know.

Ever since those insects were drained dry, she has been looking for ways to replenish her energy.

The box of human blood from last time gave her an idea.

It's all blood anyway.

Human blood is acceptable, so why isn't chicken blood?

So, Xiao Jiang prepared a basin of chicken blood and threw those limp things in.

of course.

To prevent them from running away.

Xiao Jiang also prepared a few red hairs from her own body to cover herself up.

The results have now been discovered.

These guys with kidney deficiency actually eat chicken blood.

It just looks like it's going very slowly, and it seems like they're very reluctant to do it.

It's alright though.

Being able to eat is a good thing.

At worst, we can just have chicken blood on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and goose blood on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

On Sunday, we'll add some pigeon blood for seasoning.

As for why duck blood isn't used...

Ha ha.

We don't even have enough to go around selling, let alone feeding them?

.........

One hour later.

Shen Zhaozhao has arrived.

With her left hand still gloved, she held an egg pancake and handed it to Xiao Jiang.

"Young boss."

"Try it, this is what I made."

Wow, the blood pack has this skill too.

I was feeling a bit hungry.

Xiao Jiang happily accepted the egg pancake.

It opened its blood-red maw.

Go down with a howl.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."

"What is this that tastes so bitter?"

bitter?

Shen Zhaozhao looked down in astonishment.

"oh oh."

"You don't eat onions and garlic?"

"Then I'll help you choose one."

Xiao Jiang pursed her lips and stuffed the whole thing back in response.

"Boring."

"Never mind, I won't eat it."