The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

He was pretending to fish while leaning on the bridge railing.

"Brother."

Are you serving fish again today?

The fisherman turned around and saw a young man in casual clothes smiling as he handed him a lotus flower.

Immediately, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"It's alright."

"Not many fish are coming today."

As he spoke, the fisherman smacked his lips.

"Let me tell you, I'm not bragging."

"A pot of it, around this time yesterday."

"The smallest one is two ounces."

"And they're all wild."

"What a pity you came at the wrong time, otherwise I would have gotten you one to take home and make soup."

However, just as the fisherman was getting into his spiel...

The guy who had just offered him a cigarette had moved a chair and was sitting less than five meters away from him.

Hey, what's wrong with this person...?

The fisherman was about to say something when he remembered the exquisite lotus flower he had just seen.

I think I'll pass.

Just two minutes later, the float on the next fishing boat started moving.

Not long after.

A fish the size of a palm was pulled up.

At first, the fisherman didn't care, after all, he already had several fish in his bucket.

But when he looked at the speed at which the fish were being caught next door, one after another.

Meanwhile, nothing happened on my side for quite some time.

The fisherman was getting restless.

"Dude."

Have you baited the nest yet?

However, when questioned, the young man next door seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Immediately, he tore a piece of bread from his pocket, shredded it, and scattered it over the ground.

That's what I saw.

The fisherman got anxious.

Hey, what are you doing?!

"Fishing, huh?"

The man chuckled and lit a cigarette before casting his rod again.

Just this once.

He also pulled out an ID and waved it in front of the fisherman.

"Go home early."

"You can't catch this fish today."

.........

at the same time.

An elderly woman dressed in a solemn black dress was being supported by a bald man.

We entered the tea restaurant on the other side of Jiefang Bridge.

then.

They chose a window seat and sat down.

"Hello, would you like to order?"

The old woman smiled and called the waiter over, then carefully ordered several of their signature dishes.

She looked up at the bald man in front of her.

"How's the East Seventh District?"

"It's a pretty good rust zone."

The bald man's gaze swept across the bridge not far away through the floor-to-ceiling window, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's just that their law enforcement department seems to be quite idle. I really want to find them something to do."

Old and young people live together.

"Don't cause trouble."

"This is where sequence number 1 is located."

The bald man didn't speak, but just smiled, his gaze still fixed on the bridge not far away.

At this time.

The food has arrived.

The waiter placed the dishes on the table one by one.

A short while later.

This small table was piled high with all sorts of dishes.

Steak, macaroni, ramen with bolognese, pizza.

"It looks pretty good."

The bald man picked up a slice of pizza, stuffed it into his mouth, ate it in a few bites, and nodded.

"That's certainly possible."

Seeing the faint lines appear on the bald man's face, the old woman smiled with satisfaction.

But she didn't eat anything herself; she just quietly watched people coming and going on the bridge through the glass.

What do you think?

Will anyone with sequence number 1 come today?

.........

When Ma Bo received the message.

He was busy dealing with the store's inventory after a day's work.

Frozen items are frozen, and refrigerated items are refrigerated.

Those items with even a little value were sold and delivered on behalf of others; those with no value at all were simply thrown into an aluminum basin to be reserved for those in need.

But at this very moment...

He received a text message from a wealthy young master.

Pack your suitcase and come pick me up at the hotel.

???

to be frank.

Ma Bochang was truly stunned when he saw this message.

I looked up at the wall clock.

I then looked at the signature on the message.

It's a little past six o'clock.

Why would the young master, instead of enjoying fine food and beautiful women outside, contact this rough man?

They noticed something strange about the matter.

After much deliberation, Ma Bo decided to go and see what the young master's purpose was.

But when he picked up his suitcase and prepared to leave...

Suddenly, a slender, familiar figure hurriedly walked in from outside the market, head down.

"Master Jiang," he called out, stopping the other man in his tracks.

Seeing the other person's confused expression, Ma Bochang smiled and took the aluminum basin from the counter.

"I heard you adopted a stray cat."

"Take it and use it to make soup."

Hearing this, the little girl blankly accepted the aluminum basin.

At this moment, Ma Bochang noticed the books the girl was holding. He glanced at them carefully and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Master Jiang, you also enjoy studying ancient scripts?"

"Oh, just browsing."

The little girl smiled and said, "I'll wash the basin and return it to you tomorrow," before turning and running away.

That energetic and bustling state.

Ma Bochang smiled, then pulled down the roller shutter, picked up his suitcase, and left the market.

However, when he drove up to the hotel and picked up the two people and their pet,

"what?"

"The inspectors and military of the East Seventh District will be meeting that red-haired monster tonight?"

Upon hearing this news, Ma Bochang's first reaction was, "What does this have to do with me?"

Then he realized what was going on.

He turned around, looked at the young man in the back seat, and said something with a warning tone.

"This is the East Seventh District, not the main city. I hope you remember why you're here."

As a result, the other party simply shrugged indifferently.

"You don't think I'm going there to cause trouble, do you?"

Ok?

Ma Bochang was stunned for a moment.

He immediately understood what the other party meant.

indeed.

A spoiled rich kid who was just sent here, even with the support of the Extraordinary Alliance behind him.

The speed at which they gather information shouldn't be that fast.

Therefore, this message was most likely sent by the other party.

Shouldn't this kind of thing be kept low-key?

What's the meaning of sending this message over on purpose?

Let alone giving face.

Based on Ma Bochang's understanding...

In the main city, the relationship between the military and the Alliance of Extraordinary Individuals is, to put it mildly, one of hostility.