Xia Linyin took a thermos from the cart and handed it to Daoist Chunyang. Daoist Chunyang unscrewed the cap and sniffed the liquid inside.
"There's a slight smell of blood, but..." Master Chunyang frowned and sniffed hard. He asked suspiciously, "Is this filled with watermelon juice?"
Xia Linyin nodded, "Watermelon juice mixed with blood, in a two-to-one ratio."
"It can drink it?" Master Chunyang looked at Xiaoli in disbelief.
"Hmm," Xia Linyin said, "Besides watermelon juice, you can eat a little carrot, but not tomatoes or apples."
"You want it to eat tomatoes and apples?"
Master Chunyang almost spat out a mouthful of blood. This girl's thought process was truly bizarre. She was clearly raising zombies like rabbits. It was already unscientific that they could drink watermelon juice and eat carrots, but she also wanted them to eat tomatoes and apples.
Where on earth did this zombie come from? It can even eat carrots!
Master Chunyang lowered his voice and asked seriously, "Tell me honestly, did you mistreat it?"
Recalling how Master Chunyang had been beating the zombie mercilessly, Xia Linyin shuddered and shook her head, saying, "No, I never hit him."
Master Chunyang disagreed, saying, "But feeding it carrots is torture! No wonder your zombie..."
"What's wrong with my zombie?" Seeing that Master Chunyang's expression was off, Xia Linyin couldn't help but get anxious. "Master, is there something wrong with my zombie?"
"This won't do. Although giving a zombie too much human blood can make it more malevolent, you can't stop it from drinking blood either. It's like feeding a tiger cabbage every day. It's torture for the tiger. Tigers are carnivores. If you feed them vegetables, they'll wither away in time."
"No wonder your little zombie is so well-behaved. It's clearly listless. You've been feeding it this stuff, and all its malevolent aura and ferocity are being worn away. Look at it now, it doesn't look like a zombie at all."
"Is that so..." Xia Linyin touched Xiao Li's back. Was it really only possible to let Xiao Li drink blood?
She wanted Xiaoli to gradually return to normal.
Although Xiao Li is now in the form of a zombie, she has never treated him as a zombie, just as she has never regarded him as an NPC. She has always treated him as a person, a living person.
"Roar~" Xiao Li let out a low roar in Xia Linyin's ear.
Xia Linyin's lips twitched as she looked at Daoist Chunyang.
Master Chunyang, puzzled, asked, "What's wrong?"
He said if you say he has a problem again, he'll bite you.
Master Chunyang laughed heartily, "I didn't expect you, little zombie, to have such a temper. I never would have guessed."
Xiao Li Chong Chunyang Daoist revealed his sharp fangs.
“I told it, and it got upset. Little guy, if you eat carrots, are you just like a rabbit?” Master Chunyang teased Xiao Li. “If you eat carrots every day, you won’t be able to jump around anymore, and you won’t even be able to beat an ordinary person.”
Xiao Li gave Master Chunyang a disdainful look, jumped off Xia Linyin, and hopped towards the red-eyed zombie in the cell.
Having drunk all the blood, the red-eyed zombie was gnawing on a blood-smelling iron barrel when Xiao Li jumped over and kicked the barrel away.
The iron bucket slammed against the wall with a loud clang. After a few seconds of stunned silence, the red-eyed zombie let out a deafening roar at Xiao Li, its blood energy almost materializing.
Xiao Li stared at the zombie with a gloomy expression, letting out a beast-like roar from deep within his throat.
The scene before them resembled a kitten challenging a leopard, yet no one laughed, because the red-eyed zombie was actually retreating step by step under Xiao Li's gaze.
Finally, it hopped into a corner. If the red-eyed zombie were a large dog, it would definitely be tucking its tail between its legs at this moment.
Master Chunyang stared in disbelief, his jaw nearly dislocated. After a long while, he walked unsteadily and dejectedly outside, looking utterly devastated.
He muttered to himself, "I must be dreaming, this can't be real..."
Afterwards, Xia Linyin and the others bought some talismans, cinnabar, and other items from Daoist Chunyang.
After obtaining the certificate for raising zombies, they left Master Chunyang's house.
late at night--
In the dim light, next to a rusty iron road sign, a woman in a mink coat leaned against a lamppost, smoking a cigarette.
Slowly exhaling smoke, the woman flicked off the ash with practiced ease, took out her phone from her purse, dialed a number, and yelled shrilly, "You bastard! Why aren't you here yet! Do you want me to freeze to death?!"
She angrily hung up the phone, threw it into her bag, and finished her cigarette in one go. She then threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it out with her high heel.
Just as the woman was about to leave, a damp handkerchief was placed over her mouth and nose, and a pungent smell rushed into her nasal cavity.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"
The woman rolled her eyes, struggling desperately, and forcefully clenched her large hand, which was tightly covering her face.
The struggle gradually subsided, and after a moment, the woman completely lost consciousness and stopped moving altogether.
The man wearing a black hood hoisted the woman onto his shoulder and strode away from where he stood.
A heavy stench of blood filled the dark, cold basement. John put the woman down, took off her mink coat, and hung her upside down.
Putting on rubber gloves, John placed the iron bucket under the woman, holding a dagger in his hand. He brushed aside the woman's long, flowing hair and plunged the knife into her carotid artery.
After the dagger was pulled out, blood gushed out like water from a tap that had been turned on.
John wiped the dagger clean and set it aside. He took off his gloves, rummaged through the woman's mink coat for a cigarette case, and took one out to smoke.
With a cigarette between his fingers, John watched as dark red blood flowed from the woman's snow-white neck into the blood-stained iron bucket.
After smoking two cigarettes, the iron bucket was more than half full of blood.
"Tick-tock—"
"Tick-tock—"
Fresh blood dripped down, splashing into the blood bucket as tiny blood flowers.
John picked up the metal bucket and walked towards the next cubicle.
Upon seeing the iron bucket in John's hand, the little zombie roared excitedly. If it weren't for the chains binding it, it probably would have pounced on it long ago.
"Fuck! You pig! Didn't I just give you some? If you knock over the bucket again, you'd better lick the blood off the ground!"
"Keep quiet!"
John roared and placed the metal bucket in front of the little zombie.
John stepped aside, lit another cigarette, and watched as the little zombie drank all the blood from the metal bucket.
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