The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

As she spoke, she casually pulled off Shen Zhaozhao's gloves.

Looking at the still trembling finger, I asked a question out of curiosity.

"Still shaking?"

Shen Zhaozhao nodded.

"It didn't stop all night?"

The little girl quickly shook her head.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiang breathed a small sigh of relief. If this thing could keep shaking like this all night long...

Who could stand that?

Even an immortal zombie like myself... ptooey, what does that have to do with me?

"Come."

"Show me how to close one."

She said it casually.

As a result, Shen Zhaozhao lowered her head, looked at her finger, and softly uttered a single word.

"stop."

Immediately, the vibration in my fingers stopped.

Oh my god.

It's voice-activated.

Do you have gears?

Seeing the little girl's confused look, Xiao Jiang instantly realized that he had misspoke again.

"Well, what I mean is..."

"Is there an adjustment for the amplitude and speed of this vibration?"

Shen Zhaozhao shook her head.

"do not know."

have to.

It seems that after a whole night of exploration, this girl has only figured out the function of a switch.

Fine.

Xiao Jiang thought about it.

"wait a moment."

After saying that, she quickly walked into the kitchen.

Then, to Shen Zhaozhao's bewildered gaze, he brought out an empty bowl and held an egg in his hand.

"Give it a try."

......

Half an hour later.

Xiao Jiang casually handed the slaughtered goose to the customer.

He took the money and put it in the money box next to him.

I casually picked up a glass of chilled juice from the side and took a small sip.

Tsk.

That's a bit bourgeois.

It's a pity the style is gone, otherwise...

"boss."

"A whole box of oranges is ready."

"Is there anything else that needs to be stirred?"

Hearing the question coming from behind, Xiao Jiang slowly put down the cup in her hand.

Turn around.

He sized up the young woman with the blood pack on her forehead, who was sweating profusely.

He waved.

"okay."

That concludes today's skills training.

"Go and get busy at the duck blood shop."

then.

Watching the girl's departing figure, Aunt Qin from next door suddenly called out.

"Little Jiang."

"Where did this girl come from?"

"They actually agreed to work for you?"

Oh dear, what a statement.

Xiao Jiang immediately became a little unhappy.

"Aunt Qin."

"Shall our two families have a competition to see who is cleaner?"

...

"Hehehe."

"Xiao Jiang, that's not what I meant."

The King of Hell laughed somewhat sheepishly.

"Well, I just wanted to ask a question."

"Where is this girl from?"

"How old are you?"

...

"She's 20 years old, and her family is from Hulu Lane."

"My family situation is simple."

"A sick mother, a gambling father, a younger brother in school, and a woman with no money."

He watched as the King of Hell retreated in embarrassment.

Xiao Jiang chuckled nonchalantly, then raised his hand and slammed the boning knife into the cutting board.

You dare to covet my blood pack?

Look at the rolling!

------

in the afternoon.

At the entrance of the market, Xiao Jiang and the shop assistant Xiao Shen exchanged a few words of advice.

I glanced at the closed pork shop next door.

He happily walked towards the door, carrying his schoolbag.

however.

Until ten minutes later.

The figure of a certain classmate, riding a small bicycle, arrived late and stopped in front of her.

But before the other party could speak.

Xiao Jiang looked at the other person's somewhat pale face, then twitched her nose and pursed her lips.

"Get down."

"Huh?" Di Jia was taken aback.

I didn't understand what Xiao Jiang meant at first.

As a result, the sentence "When your period comes, be a good girl and ride in the car" made her face turn bright red.

She gave him a reproachful glare.

She got off the bus, her face still flushed.

"Ride carefully."

"I don't want to be led astray by you."

...

"cut."

"A small bicycle."

A zombie sat on it, confidently glaring down.

"Click..."

......

Two minutes later.

On a bus heading towards the university town.

Xiao Jiang nudged the little girl next door's arm a little shyly.

Are you angry?

"No."

"Really?"

The girl fell silent, which made Xiao Jiang very embarrassed.

After all, she managed to break a perfectly good bicycle, pedals and chain, by stepping on it.

I heard.

This car was a 19th birthday gift from Ultraman.

Hey…

We can only hope that Old Wang, the mechanic at the entrance of the market, can fix the car.

otherwise…

Just then.

A news report on the car's small TV caught her eye...

Waterworks?

The gatekeeper's heart was ripped out and stuffed into his mouth?

Which breed of freak is this?

At this time.

The bus stops at the station platform.

A young man wearing a hat and a windbreaker suddenly got on the bus…

.........