The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

The storefront is not large.

But the colorful lights hanging on the sign, and the occasional barking of dogs around them.

All of this gave Number Sixteen a strange sense of novelty.

"handsome guy."

"Come."

"I'll show you something exciting."

Is it exciting?

Upon hearing this word...

Number Sixteen's eyes lit up instantly.

With a smile on his face, he followed the woman into the small hotel.

As soon as I entered the door...

Then I saw a man wearing a vest.

Sitting on the chair inside, he cracked sunflower seeds with one hand and picked at his toes with the other.

"boss."

"Hourly room".

Upon hearing this...

The boss turned around and sized up the woman and number sixteen behind her.

He chuckled.

Then he got up, walked to the bar, took a key from the drawer, and tossed it into the woman's hand.

"302."

Upon hearing this...

The woman turned around and gave a knowing smile.

Then, swaying gracefully, she stepped onto the stairs next to her.

Upon seeing this.

Number Sixteen naturally smiled and nodded.

He followed the woman upstairs.

One floor, two floors.

Then, the woman pushed open the door to the second room on the third floor.

The space is not large.

It's about a few square meters.

There was just a bed, a TV, and some toiletries inside.

Such a venue.

Number Sixteen's lips curled into a smile.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I quietly watched the woman begin to undress with a seductive expression.

While she was taking off her clothes, she leaned closer and started taking off his clothes as well.

In this regard.

Number Sixteen did not resist.

He simply let the woman take off his windbreaker.

however.

When the woman turned around, her gaze fell on Number Sixteen's chest, where the mechanical gears were placed.

His expression clearly froze for a moment.

"Handsome, handsome guy..."

"You, what are you doing..."

...

Five minutes later.

Number Sixteen wiped the blood off his hands, a strange sense of satisfaction on his face, put on his coat, and pushed open the door to the room.

just.

As he was about to go downstairs to talk to the boss downstairs.

By the window.

A pair of scarlet eyes appeared there at some unknown time.

Staring at himself without moving.

but.

Number 16 didn't move either.

Because it was in his sight.

The guy with the scarlet eyes was flying out of the window, stepping through the void.

In an instant.

His pupils contracted, and his face was filled with apprehension.

"Flying through the air...?"

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Chapter 52 What to do if your skin is too hard?

Xiao Jiang never intended to confront this guy head-on without knowing his background.

The reason I chose to follow along and take a look.

My main question is why this guy smells of blood.

We know the result now.

And not only did she know, she also noticed the gears on the guy's chest.

Another freak?

Xiao Jiang glanced at it, then climbed out the window and ran away.

There was no sign of them stopping.

Then, the moment it landed.

He took off running.

She stopped running when she reached a secluded corner.

He recalled the scene he had just witnessed, then took his phone out of his pocket, found a number, and dialed it.

......

at the same time.

In a special care ward of the Jiangzhou Military Region Hospital.

Xiao Yejia sat by the hospital bed with a sigh on her face, muttering to herself repeatedly.

"Big sister..."

When will you get better?

"I don't want to stay in the main city anymore..."

however.

Despite the constant chatter beside her, Huang Qian, lying on the hospital bed, didn't even open her eyes.

I am still meditating and introspecting.

That's what I saw.

Xiao Yejia could only sigh, and casually took an apple from the fruit basket next to her, preparing to peel and cut it.

But then he discovered that his hands were shaking like sieves.

I just can't control it.

This moment.

Her little face was almost scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

In the end, he could only throw away the knife and, filled with resentment, bite into the apple directly.

One bite, two bites...

But just then...

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Xiao Yejia was so startled that she almost threw the apple away.

Seeing that Huang Qian on the hospital bed didn't seem to be answering the phone, she prepared to lean over and hang up.

But when she noticed the caller's name...

Ok?

Ginger from the market?

Subconsciously.

In her mind, she pictured a mercenary figure holding a boning knife, one leg raised on a rock, haggling with someone.

I couldn't help but ask.

"Big sister."

"How come you still keep in touch with that butcher at the market?"

These words were spoken.

The woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

Just one glance.

Xiao Yejia obediently handed over her phone.

Then...

"Well, it's me."

"Is something wrong?"

...

"A person with gears on their chest?"

"Okay, send me the details and I'll check."

...

"What's the situation in the East Seventh District now?"

"Don't worry about the long-tongued monster. Just focus on making good duck blood."

...

moment.

The phone hangs up.