White Bone Evolution Guide

I came out of the stadium and sat in the passenger seat.

The White Bone Demon was already dreaming of a wonderful life. If a carving could sell for over 100,000 yuan, and she could keep 30%, that would be a large sum of money.

"Why don't you choose the second option? If you become famous, you can go it alone," Gu Qingyi said.

"I'm not famous, who would I sell my carvings to?" Gu Bai said, "It's like writing poetry. A poet who has no one to support him will produce something soulless."

Gu Qingyi asked, "Do we need someone to flatter us?"

"A poet who has someone to support him, even if he urinates in a hole, is still down-to-earth and has created a world miracle."

"What if no one's supporting you?"

"Even if Li Bai were reborn, he would still have to practice if no one supports him," Gu Bai said.

"Then I'll support you."

"Stop joking, your salary isn't even enough for me to smoke once."

Gu Qingyi slammed on the brakes, looking at him nervously: "You're smoking? Smoking what?"

The White Bone Demon's lips twitched; she'd blurted it out unintentionally, and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Drawing cards, I draw cards in games."

Gu Qingyi's monthly salary of a few thousand yuan is really not enough for him to have a good time or a good time.

"That scared me to death." Gu Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief and picked up her phone: "Take a look, it's the first order."

"An order?" Gu Bai opened his phone in confusion: "Carve Xuanwu wood, the more the better, 10,000 pieces per piece."

"Yes, it's the bureau's business. Otherwise, why do you think Zhang Yijun is so easy to talk to?"

Gu Qingyi snorted: "She also wants to take on this mission."

"Then wouldn't she and I have a conflict of interest?"

"No, we don't limit the quantity, only the time," Gu Qingyi said. "If she has the ability, then she can make more Xuanwu wood carvings."

"Is it just a carving of Xuanwu? Are there any other requirements?"

"It has to be lifelike, testing technical skill, not fame."

Gu Qingyi paused for a moment, then said, "When we go to the Public Security Bureau later, I'll get you a piece of peach wood. Once you've carved it, I'll take it to the bureau. If it's approved, I can give you a spot."

"Okay, thank you." Gu Bai sincerely thanked him.

"Just a verbal thank you?"

"Then how do you suggest I thank you?"

"You invited me to a movie. A horror movie just came out, a midnight showing."

Gu Bai: "..."

Carrying a ghost with you, and inviting a White Bone Demon to watch a horror movie?

Are we going to see a horror movie, or are we making a horror movie?

Ding Dong

The phone rang again. It was a new message from Gu Qingyi: a pill, a Qi and Blood Pill, priced at five thousand yuan per pill.

"Is this a pill?" Gu Bai asked in surprise.

"Do you still remember Zombie Silk?" Gu Qingyi asked.

Gu Bai nodded slightly: "I remember. I heard we haven't been able to catch it yet. What does that have to do with it?"

"The traps set outside the city killed the mosquito people and solved the insect plague, but also severely damaged the zombie silk itself."

Its main body is mycelium, scattered in countless pieces, which we collected.

Gu Qingyi said, "The mycelium can continuously divide and reproduce. We have handed over the mycelium and built several factories."

"One of the factories supplies the police department exclusively, and each person can receive one to ten pills per month, or they can buy them with money."

"factory?"

Gu Bai was astonished. Could it be done like this?

They could simply set up factories, cultivate mycelium balls, and transport animal blood from various places, without needing to kill anything; they could just bleed the animals out every day.

With a massive supply and rapid mycelial division, it is a continuous source of Qi and Blood Pills.

The White Bone Demon was envious. Was the factory still hiring?

He suddenly realized that working in a factory wasn't so bad after all.

"Yes, but the Qi and Blood Pills have a very short shelf life, only seven days," Gu Qingyi said. "If you want to buy them in the future, you can contact me or go directly to the bureau to buy them."

"Then, is the blood wine no longer needed?" Gu Bai asked.

Gu Qingyi shook her head: "No, that's not it. After all, the Qi and Blood Pills are newly developed, and their quality is far inferior to that of Blood Wine, and their shelf life is also shorter."

For the same price, blood wine is far more effective than qi and blood pills.

Unfortunately, humans haven't mastered the production of blood wine yet; they only have mycelium factories.

"A good start," Gu Bai said.

If items imbued with yang energy become readily available to everyone, then why would the White Bone Demon need to go to the trouble of stockpiling food and finding granaries?

There's absolutely no need for that. He can buy these things just like any other normal person, and no one will suspect him.

Gu Qingyi, unaware of his thoughts, smiled and said, "It's a great start. Once it becomes widespread, everyone can become stronger through Qi and Blood Pills, and so can you."

"I hope that day will come." The White Bone Demon truly hoped.

The vehicle arrived at the police station.

"Would you like to come in with me?" Gu Qingyi asked.

"No need, I'll wait for you in the car and take a look at Zhang Yijun's carving requirements." Gu Bai waved his phone.

After half an hour.

Gu Qingyi carried a piece of peach wood, as thick as an arm and a meter long, to escort Gu Bai home.

There are no size requirements for Xuanwu, only its form.

"Jade carving would actually be more suitable, but it's too expensive, so we chose peach wood."

As Gu Qingyi drove, she said, "This piece of peach wood will yield at least ten Xuanwu (mythical beasts). I'll come and collect it after you've finished it."

After dropping Gu Bai off at his apartment complex, Gu Qingyi drove away.

Gu Bai returned home and was about to start carving when Gu Qingyi sent him a message: "Remember to watch a movie tonight, I'll pick you up at nine o'clock."

"Okay." Gu Bai replied and returned to his bedroom, taking off his leather jacket.

What carving knife is as useful as the finger bones of the White Bone Demon?

With a sharp finger bone, he easily cut off a piece of peach wood and began carving.

"Is this Xuanwu (Black Tortoise) prepared for Zhang Qing Temple? To deal with monsters?"

While carving, Gu Bai was also deep in thought.

It's impossible to make a bunch of useless wood carvings for no reason; it must be to deal with monsters.

The White Bone Demon was curious about the power of this pile of broken peach wood.

Even if he doesn't do it, Zhang Yijun can, and some carving factories can even produce it in large quantities.

……

Public Security Bureau.

Zhang Qingguan's face still shone like a light bulb, while Old Wangba massaged his back with a gloomy expression.

Old Wangba said, "Once the toxins are cleared, it won't glow tomorrow, and it will be fully recovered in two or three days."

Zhang Qingguan sighed and slumped onto the conference table: "Master Dao's illustrious reputation has been ruined by this."

"Don't be so shrewd. What use is this pile of broken wood anyway?"

Yanran said sourly, "Ten thousand for one Xuanwu, that's a lot of money wasted. We might as well buy Qi and Blood Pills for ourselves."

"This is a trump card that I have never used before, the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation passed down by the patriarch. As long as this formation is set up, your radar will no longer be easily damaged."

Moreover, within the array's range, no monster can hide.

Zhang Qingguan said proudly.

Li Hongyi exclaimed in surprise, "Wudang has such a tradition? How come I've never heard of it before?"

"That's because we haven't needed this thing, so we haven't taken it out," Zhang Qingguan said.

Old Wangba glanced at him: "What are you pretending for, you little bastard? You just want to turn my power into radar to sense the new city area, right? You really know how to use the Seven Intercept Formation of Wudang, you're really trying to make Wudang look good."

"Is the old turtle's ability to sense its own kind?" Yanran asked.

"We can all sense our own kind, but I, Eighth Master, am a King-level being, so naturally I can sense you low-level ghosts and monsters," the old turtle said arrogantly.

"Who are you calling low-class?" Yanran retorted angrily. "If the food wasn't so bad, I would have stewed you today."

Old bastard: "Only those who are lowly know; poor wretches have no dignity!"

"Hey, Mom..."

"Alright, enough talk." Li Hongyi slapped the table and asked, "Eighth Master, is it possible to find the person who injured Zhang Qingguan?"

The old turtle confidently said, "As long as he's still in the new district, he can't possibly hide it from me."