师傅啊，赶尸没钱途的

Master, there is no way to get rid of corpses

Zhang Ziyu travels through the chaotic world, holding a monster ranch, raising monsters, and collecting monster materials.

"Ding, your jumping zombies are full and have produced a zombie essence blood."

"Ding, your licker is very satisfied with that fat pig and produced a source of power"

"Ding, the female ghost is very satisfied with your service, and has dropped a pure ghost energy."

"Ding, the tyrant is very satisfied with the blood food you provided, and dropped an equipment blueprint: Tyrant's Gloves"

Zhang Ziyu looked at the monsters raised in the mimic fences, and couldn't help thinking: "There is no way to make money from selling raw materials. It seems that we have to engage in reprocessing as a sideline business."