White Bone Evolution Guide

Chapter 2 The White Bone Demon is an authority on pork.

Gu Bai was someone who listened to warnings and went home early.

Try not to go out at night.

As a good citizen, one must, of course, abide by the rules.

In the dimly lit bedroom, I took off my leather jacket and carefully placed it aside.

The skeleton is sewn together, patched and mended, to make a new leather coat.

He didn't want to wear a new leather jacket while getting it mended; if he got hurt, it would leave a hole that wouldn't heal.

Making a leather jacket is a complicated process, requiring polishing, sewing, and then imbuing it with the essence of the leather's structure to achieve a harmonious blend.

Then, by using the pork's pungent smell to mask the odor, no one would notice anything amiss.

He didn't waste the damaged leather jacket; he picked out the usable parts and kept them for future use.

It takes three years to mend and three years to patch, and then another three years of mending and patching.

The impoverished life of a "white-boned demon" couldn't be more extreme than this.

He felt that his skeleton was very successful, as it could not only slaughter pigs and select meat, but also distinguish various animal hides, and even do needlework.

The White Bone Demon's daily skills are already maxed out.

I was busy until ten o'clock, checked the time, lay down to sleep, and covered myself with the blanket.

good night!

……

Three o'clock in the morning.

The skeleton woke up in bed. He had to go buy supplies; if he was late, there wouldn't be any fresh pork or pig's blood left.

咯嚓

A crisp sound rang out.

wipe.

I pressed on my bones while sleeping, and they're all dislocated. Luckily, I didn't wear a leather jacket to bed.

Put the bones back in their original position, put on the leather jacket, and wash your face and brush your teeth.

Even the White Bone Demon values ​​hygiene.

After going downstairs, I got on a tricycle and headed to the slaughterhouse.

Liuhe Slaughterhouse.

There are chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep here; the air is thick with the smell of blood, and the atmosphere is filled with yang energy.

Gu Bai took a deep breath, reveling in the fresh air.

The wafting yang energy smells so good.

He originally wanted to be a slaughterhouse worker, but unexpectedly, the other party required a medical examination certificate and proof of no infectious diseases.

He's just a skeleton, what kind of physical examination can you give him? Even if the needle pricks him until it smokes, you can't get a single drop of blood out, at most you can get some bone powder.

So he rented a storefront, opened a pork stall, and started his own business.

what.

Not right.

Why is there a strange smell in this yang energy?

He couldn't tell what the smell was; it was the first time he'd ever smelled it.

"Little Gu is here. What kind of meat would you like to order today?"

The familiar butcher Liu Wu, with his bare chest and protruding belly, greeted us with a smile.

"I want half a carcass today, pork, I can choose myself."

Gu Bai went inside, where pigs that had not yet been butchered were hanging.

"Alright, pick one yourself." Liu Wu chuckled. "You're really something, kid. You always manage to pick the freshest ones."

Not all pigs at slaughterhouses are freshly slaughtered; some are pigs from yesterday or even the day before, which are hung up and sold as fresh pigs.

There's also this "country native pig," which is called "country native" but is actually from a farm.

Gu Bai sniffed the lingering scent in the air, his gaze suddenly falling on a pig weighing less than 100 pounds: "Slaughtered at such a young age?"

Strange taste!

Pigs at slaughterhouses are usually over 100 kilograms, or even 300 kilograms; anything under 100 kilograms is considered small.

"Hey, if someone's selling it, I'll buy it. Besides, this is a real free-range pig, raised on grass, it's never eaten any feed."

Liu Wudao said, "Things are different now than before. People prefer lean pigs; pigs that are too fat don't sell well."

Gu Bai leaned closer to the pork and took a deep breath: "It's from a local pig."

"Interested? I'll give you a discount, seven yuan a pound," Liu Wu said with a smile.

Gu Bai asked in a low voice, "You didn't send this pig for testing?"

"Are you kidding me? The quarantine certificate is right here," Liu Wu said urgently.

"Then go check it again; this is a sick pig," Gu Bai said earnestly.

"Impossible, a sick pig?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. But if there really is a problem and something goes wrong, you'll be in big trouble."

Gu Bai pointed to a 300-pound fat pig, its fat as wide as a palm: "Cut this one in half, and send some fresh pig blood with it."

Wow, it's so fat! It was just slaughtered not long ago; it's a really good pig.

"You, you cut it yourself." Liu Wu was flustered by what he said and pointed to the butcher knife.

Gu Bai skillfully picked up the pork, then suddenly realized something was wrong: "Help me lift it."

He could lift a 300-pound pig with his bare hands, and even if only the pork was left, it would still weigh over 200 pounds.

Lifting a pig weighing over 200 pounds by himself is truly outrageous.

Liu Wu quickly offered his help, and Gu Bai swiftly swung his knife, severing the bone and cutting it in half.

After paying, he took half a pig and left.

After hesitating for a long time, Liu Wu still took the pork to be tested.

By the time we got back to the market, it was already bright outside.

Gu Bai quickly cut the pork, hung up the pig's trotters, and waited for the customers to arrive.

"Xiao Gu, leave me one of the front hooves."

"It's the vegetable vendor next door," said Aunt Lin.

"Oh, Aunt Lin is actually buying pig's trotters?" fishmonger Qin Han exclaimed in surprise. "Zhang Yu is back from his vacation?"

Aunt Lin was known for her frugality. She usually bought some pork fat and vegetables, and rarely bought bones, let alone pig's trotters.

Zhang Yu is her son. Every time he comes back, Aunt Lin will buy groceries.

"No problem," Gu Bai replied. "Do you want it chopped into large pieces or small pieces?"

"Chop it into small pieces," said Aunt Lin.

"Seven catties and two ounces, I'll charge you seven catties, that'll be 84 yuan," Gu Bai said.

He sells pig's trotters here, and he sells whole pig legs, unlike in shopping malls and supermarkets where trotters are sold separately.

"Okay."

Aunt Lin smiled and paid, then continued tidying up her stall. Suddenly, she said, "Little Gu, my son isn't leaving this time. His company is hiring. Do you want to give it a try? It's five or six thousand a month, with room and board allowances, five social insurances and one housing fund, and holiday benefits."

"No, I'll sell some pork and live a carefree life," Gu Bai refused without hesitation.

The butcher is doing well. If he goes to work elsewhere, what if he can't resist and sucks someone's guts?

Sucking on pork every day is enough to sustain the White Bone Demon's craving for yang energy.

Moreover, they need the smell of meat to mask their true nature.

"Exactly, what's so great about going to work? Nothing beats our freedom."

At this point, Qin Han suddenly asked, "Did anyone go fishing at the Dalu Mountain fishing grounds last night?"

"What's wrong? Is it about the fisherman again? The rumors are so outrageous," said Aunt Lin.

"No, I went to collect fish before dawn. I passed by the Dalushan fish farm and heard the chickens and ducks squealing and the pigs squealing."

Qin Han said, "I glanced at it from afar, and it seemed like something on the mountain was chasing chickens, ducks, and pigs."

"Hey, they must have been ready for market," Aunt Lin said dismissively.

"When they're ready to be sold, shouldn't they be herded into the pen to catch them? Why would you chase them up the mountain?" Qin Han said, "When the animals are ready to be sold at the Dalushan Farm, they are always herded into the pen."

"Pah, pah, pah, don't think nonsense. There's nothing weird about it. You're just scaring yourself." Aunt Lin spat a few times. "Keep bad luck away, keep bad luck away."

Gu Bai twitched the corner of his mouth. "I don't believe in superstitions. What the hell are you spitting out?"

However, it's unlikely to be anything supernatural; it's probably just staff members driving away chickens, ducks, and farmed pigs.

After all, monsters also have brains.

Why would someone chase after a pig to eat it, just for something new?

When guests arrived, everyone got busy and didn't continue talking about what had happened before.

Around nine o'clock, the three middle-aged women who had gone grocery shopping the day before arrived.

"Xiao Gu, pack up all the meat you have left!" Aunt Qin rushed over, panting heavily.

"Why do you get to buy everything, but what about me?" Aunt Wang complained.

Aunt Liu said, "No, I want them all."

"What's going on, ladies? Are you having a feast at home?" Gu Bai asked, puzzled.

The two pork vendors nearby quickly said, "We also have pork here, do you want some?"

"Yes, I want them all. Pack them all up." Aunt Qin calmed down and said, "Something happened at the Dalushan pig farm. Dozens of pigs died inexplicably, and there were bite marks. It has been shut down now."

"What the heck?"

"Stop talking, hurry up and pack it up, Xiao Gu, hurry up and pack it up, no need to cut it, I'll cut it when I get back."