The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

The white cat came to the roadside.

Looking at the cars that occasionally passed by on the road.

The white cat stopped in its tracks.

It only started moving after the traffic had thinned out.

However, after it calmly crossed the road...

Three stray cats, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, blocked its path and stared at it menacingly.

Faced with this situation.

The white cat instinctively took two steps back, tucking its black and white tail between its legs, looking somewhat fearful.

When one animal is afraid, the other becomes even more unrestrained.

So, when the three wild cats saw the white cat back away...

The two on the left and right have already surrounded them.

It happened suddenly.

The white cat turned and ran away.

Immediately afterwards, the three stray cats also chased after them.

And so, the four cats, one in front and one behind, disappeared into a secluded alley.

……

A short while later.

The white cat has emerged.

With light steps, I came to a puddle and brought the cat's head close.

I took a picture.

Then, with a flick of its tongue, it removed the other colored hairs that were stuck to its face.

Finally, he used the water on the ground to wash away the bloodstains on his body.

After doing all this, the white cat set off again.

She wanders through the streets and alleys of the old town with a delicate and gentle demeanor.

for a long time.

The white cat, which had already circled several streets nearby, returned to the market.

but.

As it continued along the old road back to the slaughterhouse, passing through a small intersection under the glass, it prepared to return to its den to digest.

A calm voice suddenly appeared behind it, startling the fur on its back.

"Going to work? Where have you been out partying so late?"

The white cat immediately turned around, shrank its neck, and let out a weak "meow~"

result.

A loud slap landed on its face.

"What are you pretending for?"

"The smell of blood is so strong."

"Does he really think he's a cat just because he meows twice?"

Before the white cat could react, its nape was pinched precisely.

"Just right."

"I have something good here. Try it and see how it tastes."

then.

The white cat watched helplessly as something that looked like a pill was stuffed into its mouth.

next second.

The white cat's expression changed as it was thrown to the ground.

I'm gagging, in waves.

It was as if he was about to vomit everything in his throat.

Followed by.

The white fur on its body stood on end, including its tail and the whiskers on its face.

after that.

The sharp claws on its claws appeared, carving several obvious scratches into the cement ground.

At last.

When the white cat could no longer bear it, it began to cultivate and grow larger, trembling all over.

With a crisp "snap".

The room fell silent.

The culprit didn't even glance at the sleeping white cat on the ground. He picked up the animal skin paper beside him, frowned, and muttered:

"Isn't that right?"

"Doesn't the picture say that this thing can grow a tail?"

"Could it be that it's not a long tail, but...?"

In an instant!

A certain zombie has suddenly become energetic!

He rushed back into the kitchen and started tinkering.

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the next day.

The Inspection Bureau of the East Seventh District.

Today is Xue Gen's first day as the deputy director of the General Administration, having accepted the transfer order.

As the head in charge of criminal investigation.

The first thing he did after sitting down was to have his subordinates send over the information from the Criminal Investigation Division of the New District Branch.

But just as he was preparing to familiarize himself with the situation...

A call came from above.

Therefore, Xue Gen had no choice but to put down the dossier in his hand and quickly walk upstairs.

After knocking on the door and going inside...

Looking at the girl with pigtails sitting in the chair, Xue Gen's head couldn't help but twitch a little.

"Ye Jia?"

"It's you? Where's Director Huang?"

...

Why are you so surprised?

"My elder sister is in seclusion in the main city, and Uncle Chen's level is not as high as mine, so can't I sit here for a while?"

That makes sense.

But Xue Gen was well aware of the girl's personality; if he let her become the top sheriff...

Who knows what she's done to the East Seventh District?

Fortunately, at this time...

The office door was pushed open, and a man with a resolute, square face walked in.

He was also carrying a black box.

"Hello."

"I am Shao Bowu, the captain of the second special operations squad in the East Seventh District. I am currently in charge of the district's security work."

It turned out to be the case.

Xue Gen glanced at the girl with pigtails who had gotten up from her chair at some point.

Then he extended his hand and shook hands with the officer surnamed Shao.

"Director Shao."

Welcome to the East Seventh District.

moment.

After a few normal exchanges, Xue Gen asked his question.

"Director Shao, may I ask what task you have for me?"

Upon hearing this...

Without saying a word, Shao Bowu opened the box next to him, revealing stacks of cash inside.

"Here is a million-dollar bounty."

"Among them are 80 from the long-tongued monster and 20 from gear enthusiasts."

That's all for now.

Shao Bowu paused, then stated bluntly:

"Tonight, I need you, as an official inspector, to step in and hand over the bounty to that red-haired monster."

These words were spoken.

Xue Gen frowned instantly and asked a question subconsciously.

"The task of making contacts shouldn't be..."

...

"Lieutenant Chen?"

"I'm sorry, he has more important tasks to complete."

.........

Chapter Sixty-Seven: This fish isn't one you can catch.

Jiefang Bridge is located in the southeast corner of the old city and is an old bridge with a history of more than 20 years.

Previously, this bridge served to connect the old town with the industrial area.

It makes it convenient for workers to go to and from get off work.

Since the Changhe Bridge was built five years ago, there have been far fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the Jiefang Bridge.

Every day, except for commuting time.

Basically, apart from a few fishermen, you can hardly see anyone else on this hundred-meter-long bridge.

But starting at 6 p.m. today, a lot of people gradually appeared on the bridge.

Couples strolled around, and an old man walked his bird.

There were even several men and women who looked like students sitting by the bridge, sketching.

It's so lively.

The anglers nearby could only silently pack up their fishing nets and batteries, and switch to the rarely used curb.