White Bone Evolution Guide

Chapter 149 The White Bone Demon: I, Fate, Zhang Qing

The three-story building where the road construction workers live is quite large.

There were five rooms, and each room was crammed with six or seven people.

They didn't have a bed, so they bought a mattress, laid it on the floor, and slept on the mattress.

After a long day of hard work, they slept soundly.

Inside the bathroom, the hanging mirror rippled like water, gradually revealing a blurry face.

Countless threads extended out, crawled out of the mirror, and flowed into the ground.

It observed the dark and empty living room, and could faintly hear snoring.

The sound of footsteps approaching was the sound of high heels picking up terrazzo tiles.

A pair of white high heels moved around in the living room.

She was wearing tight pants, her limbs were completely covered by clothes, she was wearing a white trench coat, and her hair was also snow-white.

As the high heels approached, the face in the mirror disappeared, leaving only a barely perceptible black dot.

Footsteps came from upstairs; it was a middle-aged man, radiating abundant yang energy.

A low voice sounded: "Based on our observations over the past few days, quite a few people have arrived at Yunwu Tea House. Zhuge Xingyun and Zhang Qingguan are both here. The tea plantation is behind the tea house; you need to enter through the back door. Still no news from Yunhe?"

"No, Yunhe hasn't appeared, and there are still no clues about Yinggui and Feng; the teahouse is managed by the musician and the toad, and we don't know if they have any other helpers."

"Have you found anything about the treasure in the mountains?"

"Nothing for now. We searched the mountains for a long time but found nothing unusual."

Zhang Qingguan and Lao Wangba pressed themselves against the window, eavesdropping on what was happening inside.

"Damn it, these people snore so loudly, I can't hear them at all," Zhang Qingguan said.

The old turtle's body slowly merged into the wall: "Wait a moment, let Eighth Master take a good look."

After a moment's wait, Zhang Qingguan mentally communicated: "What did you see? Shared perspective, you stupid turtle."

"White high heels, white trench coat, white pants, wow, all white." Old Wangba muttered, sharing the view.

Zhang Qingguan had just shared his perspective when the two finished their conversation.

A woman in a white trench coat and high heels pushed open the door to a room on the first floor.

"Go open the door quickly and let the Taoist priest in," Zhang Qingguan urged.

Old Wang paused for a moment: "Is it possible that the door wasn't closed?"

Zhang Qingguan: —

Forget about that, in Guyue Village, everyone keeps their courtyard gates closed, but the doors to their three-story houses where they sleep are left unlocked.

You can't bring your city habits here; you have to adapt to local customs!

Zhang Qingguan opened the door silently, and the woman in the white trench coat had already entered the room: "Wait outside and see where she runs."

The old turtle stood against the wall, guarding outside the door.

Pushing open the door, one sees a woman in a white trench coat lying on top of a road worker, greedily absorbing his yang energy.

"evil creature!"

Zhang Qingguan gave a soft shout, and lightning appeared in his palm. The fierce and domineering power of the lightning suppressed the strange and evil aura.

The woman in the white trench coat turned around and tossed the two workers to Zhang Qingguan.

In a moment of urgency, Zhang Qingguan had no choice but to stop and catch the two of them.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the woman in the trench coat slipped out of the room and into the darkness.

The old turtle who was lying in wait quickly followed.

After Zhang Qingguan left the workers, he left behind a piece of basalt wood carving, hung it in front of the door, and chased after them.

The woman in the trench coat ran wildly, and even her high heels couldn't slow her down.

However, no matter how fast he ran, he could not escape the courtyard.

The old turtle had just rushed out when it crashed directly into the woman in the trench coat.

With a thud, the woman in the trench coat staggered and rolled on the ground.

Zhang Qingguan followed closely behind: "Stupid turtle, forget it, just take him down."

Originally, I wanted to follow the woman in the trench coat to find the mastermind behind it all, but the old bastard stopped me.

He leaped forward and grabbed the woman in the trench coat by the shoulder: "Little ghost girl—what the hell is that?"

Zhang Qingguan was startled and quickly withdrew his hand.

A fishy, ​​foul odor wafted over, pungent and nauseating.

The woman in the trench coat stood up, and the old bastard's eyes widened.

This isn't a female ghost at all; it's clearly a sheep wearing clothes.

Moreover, she was a heavily pregnant ewe.

This is unbelievable! The sheep has become a spirit!

The ewe opened her mouth, revealing sharp, fine teeth, and bit at Zhang Qingguan.

A crackling thunderbolt struck, slamming a hand onto the ewe's head. The ewe trembled violently and fainted.

"A sheep?"

Old Wangba sidled up: "From the farm on the mountain?"

"It should be." Zhang Qingguan looked at the unconscious sheep: "Zhuge Xingyun is too unreliable. He said he would investigate the sheep, but the sheep has run away and he hasn't come to do anything about it. Let's go."

"Don't go yet."

Old Wangba turned around and looked solemnly at the three-story building.

Under the cover of night, only the soft snoring could be heard from the three-story building; nothing else seemed amiss.

Zhang Qingguan also became serious. He had been careless just now, but now that he had calmed down, he realized that something was wrong.

The ewe was talking to a person, and they made such a commotion, but the person didn't come out to check.

There's only one possibility: the other person is either sleeping very soundly, the kind that's completely still.

Either they've been blocked and the other party can't hear them.

The ewe was fast enough to escape the yard, but she didn't get out; instead, the old turtle crashed into her.

All of this proves that this place is under lockdown!

"This aura—something's not right!"

Zhang Qingguan's expression changed, and he and the old turtle simultaneously dodged to the sides.

Threads of silk emerged from the ground, converging in the air to form a faceless wooden sculpture.

"Zhang Qing?" Zhang Qing's eyes gleamed coldly. "You got away last time, and you still dare to show your face?"

The faceless wooden sculpture remained silent, its palm crisscrossing with silk threads that intertwined throughout the courtyard, weaving a spiderweb.

Zhang Qingguan and the old turtle simultaneously leaped into the air and landed on the spider web.

Unexpectedly, just as they regained their footing, the faceless wooden sculpture was already close, its palms pressed against their faces.

With a thud, the man and the turtle fell to the ground simultaneously, splashing dirt everywhere.

The faceless wooden sculpture stepped directly on Zhang Qingguan: "The game of fate has just begun, and the relationship between you and me has not yet ended."

"If you're so capable, let me recover and we'll have another go at it." Zhang Qingguan gritted his teeth, pushing his true qi to its limit.

The old turtle was covered in steam, which instantly filled the entire courtyard.

Pressure and repulsion are applied simultaneously.

The faceless wooden carving's silk threads vibrated, dissipating most of its force, and it withdrew.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Qingguan stood up, his body crackling with lightning. Together with the old turtle, the water vapor in the entire courtyard transformed into lightning lines, turning into a sea of ​​thunder.

"Zhang Qingguan, the game of fate has begun. I will give you time to recover."

The faceless wooden sculpture's voice was icy: "This time, it's not just me playing this game with you, but many of our kind."

"No matter how many of you there are, I, the Daoist, will fight to the bitter end," Zhang Qingguan said. "This time, I will show no mercy."

"Yes!"

The old turtle subtly channeled its cunning energy, its body enveloped in a hazy mist, its form appearing both indistinct and ethereal.

"You have three days left. After three days, the fate of Er Yazi's family will come to an end." After the faceless wooden sculpture finished speaking, it turned into countless threads, disappeared into the ground.

Watching the wooden carving leave, the old turtle cursed, "That son of a bitch ran really fast. If he's so capable, he should slow down."

"Are you fucking crazy? You secretly transported over a dozen hand grenades into someone's house?" Zhang Qingguan exclaimed in shock and anger.

"Stop yelling, the high heels ran away."

"Holy crap, it really is—"