White Bone Evolution Guide

Chapter 107 The White Bone Demon Has Plenty of Patience

night.

Gu Bai sat alone in the room, smoking a cigarette.

Gu Qingyi, Yang Xi, and Zhang Qingguan stayed in Gu Xiaojiao's room to see what was going on and whether the other party would really dare to make a move.

As for the old Taoist priest, he was given a room to himself, and Yanran secretly watched him from the shadows.

Tai Sui peeked out from behind a silken thread, engrossed in watching a TV series on his phone: "When are you going to buy me a phone? One isn't enough."

"Why isn't there enough?" Gu Bai said, "You've been the only one playing with it, I haven't touched it at all."

"The learning speed is too slow. I'm not just one-eyed; I can control countless phones at the same time to watch dramas, study, and look up information," Tai Sui said.

"Alright, I'll buy you one tomorrow," Gu Bai said.

"Speaking of which, aren't you worried about Gu Xiaojiao? Don't you want to see how he did it?" Tai Sui asked with a hint of curiosity, "I still can't figure out what's wrong with him."

"Do you remember what my human skin suit was made of?" Gu Bai asked.

"Sheet metal...wait, you're saying sheet metal kills people?" Tai Sui exclaimed in surprise, "But why wasn't it discovered before?"

"Catgut sutures are just ordinary items; who would pay attention to them? What about the small amount of catgut sutures?"

Gu Bai said calmly, "The catgut is easily absorbed by the human body. By the time a person dies, the catgut has been almost completely absorbed, so naturally nothing can be detected."

"I see. But if we use ice, death just melts away, wouldn't that be better?" Tai Sui said, "I just watched a drama where they killed someone with ice, leaving no murder weapon."

"When ice melts into water, it will also change the temperature of the wound, and a professional examination will immediately identify it as ice."

Gu Bai said disdainfully, "It's just an outdated murder method. Besides, Yanran and the others could have easily spotted the ice hidden inside. But the sheep gut suture is different; who would pay attention to that?"

"Yes, I still need to continue learning."

Tai Sui suddenly realized, and then asked, "What about the old Taoist priest? How did he manage to kill him with a human? Do I need to remind him?"

Gu Bai took a breath of yang energy: "His accuracy is already a sign of something different. Old Wangba and the others will test him, at least by placing seven or eight acupuncture points on his body."

Regardless of whether the medium was removed, the old Taoist priest was being targeted.

If it's not removed, every move you make will be monitored.

If the problem is eliminated, then it's a problem; we'll deal with it directly.

Of course, there's also the fact that it's too powerful, influencing all media and making them see what the old Taoist priest wanted them to see.

At this point, the White Bone Demon needs to secretly intervene and push things forward.

Regardless of the circumstances, when you encounter someone like this, you must crush them.

Tai Sui said, "Isn't this a bit too slow? What if he gets away?"

Gu Bai said quietly, "Since he's going to get involved, he won't run away anytime soon. You have to be patient, and you have to be even more patient when you're killing someone."

The White Bone Demon has plenty of patience and time to play with her kind.

"I've learned a lot." Tai Sui was very eager to learn, with a hint of anticipation: "If we can devour one of our kind that is stronger than you, we won't go hungry even if we don't hunt for several years."

"Yes, I can't wait!"

Gu Bai took the last breath of yang energy, pulled the covers up, and said, "Goodnight, Tai Sui."

Goodnight, Gu Bai.

A faint glow from a cell phone illuminated the darkness; Tai Sui was online all night.

The time is approaching midnight.

Gu Xiaojiao on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and turned on the light.

He turned on his phone, easily tore the bed sheet apart with both hands, and tied them together.

Yang Xi, Gu Qingyi, and Zhang Qingguan, who were on the sofa, all focused their attention on Gu Xiaojiao.

Gu Xiaojiao looked dazed and his eyes were lifeless, as if he hadn't seen them at all, busy with his suicide attempt.

Bang

Yang Xi pressed Gu Xiaojiao directly onto the bed, while Zhang Qingguan held down his back, channeling his true qi into his body.

The Bodhisattva appeared, her fair fingers touching the back of his head.

Old Wangba and Gu Qingyi carefully examined Gu Xiaojiao.

Guided by the Bodhisattva, several hair-thin threads crawled out of the mouth of the ancient little dragon.

"What is this?" the Bodhisattva asked.

"Intestinal sutures are used to suture wounds. They are easily absorbed by the body and are usually completely absorbed within one to two weeks."

Yang Xi looked at the thin thread and frowned, saying, "This processed sheep intestine thread is already decomposing rapidly. If everything goes smoothly, the sheep intestine thread will all disappear when Gu Xiaojiao dies."

The Bodhisattva said, "There is a neurotoxin on it that can paralyze the nerves, causing temporary unconsciousness, which is equivalent to knocking a person unconscious."

Zhang Qingguan loosened his grip: "These sheep gut threads are distributed at various joints of the ancient little dragon, controlling his body. There is a faint eerie aura on them, which belongs to the old turtle, and it is well concealed."

Old Wangba's eyes widened: "Eighth Master's power? Eighth Master didn't harm him."

"Gu Xiaojiao said that he went to sell wood carvings today, and the other party mentioned that it was a gift from fate, and the price had already been secretly marked."

Zhang Qingguan said in a deep voice, "They came for us, and now they're using your power to harm others."

"Damn it, don't let Eighth Master find him, or I'll smash his balls in!" the old turtle cursed.

"The police have already investigated, but the surveillance footage is blurry and they can't see who the buyer is."

Yang Xi shook his head and said, "Gu Xiaojiao can't remember anymore; the other party also interfered with his consciousness."

"As expected, if the other party dared to act, they naturally wouldn't leave any clues." Zhang Qingguan pondered, "Did that old Taoist priest find out anything?"

"It has been investigated. The information shows that he is a pitiful old man who was kicked out by his son and makes a living by setting up a fortune-telling stall and saying things that fool people."

Yang Xi sighed softly, "He's a pitiful man. He still hopes his son can take him back to live with him in his old age. The ten thousand yuan that Gu Bai gave him has also been transferred to his son."

"Sigh, Gu Bai is kind-hearted, but we can't keep giving him money like this," Gu Qingyi said. "In the end, it all benefits that beast."

"Just an ordinary old swindler? How come he's so accurate? Does he know something?" Old Turtle guessed. "Or perhaps, he actually harbors some kind of strangeness, hidden very deeply?"

"It could also be a coincidence," Zhang Qingguan said. "If there were truly some kind of supernatural being possessing him, how could he be living such a miserable life?"

"But there are too many coincidences. How did he know he was being controlled?"

Gu Qingyi pondered for a moment and said, "Let's test the waters first. Go and install a few mediums."

"We're going right now." The old turtle and the Bodhisattva walked straight through the wall.

The White Bone Demon turned over in her sleep, a smile appearing on her lips, and made her move as expected.

The Tai Sui silk thread was retracted, and he only looked at it with his eyes.

After waiting a while and confirming that everything was okay, I extended my tentacles and continued browsing the internet.

The old Taoist priest was completely unaware that he had been plugged into a bunch of media and turned into a walking camera.

A loud, unpleasant bird call rang out from a guesthouse in the distance.

Ga

A black bird silently entered the guesthouse, the air thick with the stench of blood. Its unpleasant, clear cries echoed through the night, piercing the building: "Caw caw..."

"Calling back the soul? Dead bird."

"Waiter, could you go check next door? There's a constant bird call coming from there."

"Sorry to disturb your rest, we'll go see what's going on."

click

The waiter opened the door, and a terrified scream rang out: "Murder! That bastard killed someone..."

A turtle covered in blood, its luster faded, turned into a wooden carving.