boyutpedia Chapter 1: The White-Bone Demon Living Among the Crowd
Chapter 1: The White-Bone Demon Living Among the Crowd
Millennium Market.
Gu's Pork and Fur Shop.
Gu Bai, wearing an apron, carried half a pig out of the house.
Skillfully break the pork into small pieces, debone and cut the meat.
However, none of these pork pieces had skin; they only contained fat, lard, and lean meat and ribs.
Three middle-aged women gathered around: "Why is there no skin again? Did you make pork skin jelly again?"
Gu Bai forced a smile: "I just love this kind of thing, I can't resist. Same as always, one dollar off."
"Give me a pound of pork shoulder, mince it, and I'll make dumplings when I get home."
"become."
"Give me some fatty meat, I'll render it into oil when I get home."
"I'll have two pounds of pork ribs. Pork without skin doesn't taste as good."
"no problem."
With a swift motion, Gu Bai wielded the butcher's knife, its afterimages blurring as he chopped the pork into tiny pieces.
The three middle-aged women were also chatting about gossip they had heard from somewhere.
"A couple of days ago, the anglers from District 20 went night fishing as a group. There were five of them, but when they came back, there was one extra person," an older woman whispered.
"How could there be one more?" the two middle-aged women said in hushed tones.
"I heard that when he came back, there was a fisherman with him. He didn't know anyone and said he was also from District 20."
The six of them came back together, and guess what? The five fishermen developed high fevers and couldn't get their fevers down even after two days of IV drips.
"Where is that person? Did they come back with them?"
"Where did these people come from? The people in the neighborhood said they only saw the five of them, there was no sixth person at all."
"Is this really that strange?"
"You bet! A while ago, when I went out at night to buy batteries, I kept feeling like someone was following me."
……
Gu Bai wrapped the meat filling, quickly cut off the fat, and chopped the ribs.
"Aunt Qin, your minced meat; Aunt Wang, your fatty meat; Aunt Liu, two jin of spare ribs."
The three middle-aged women paid, picked up their things, and walked away quietly, crickets chirping softly.
Customers come in turn. Although he doesn't have pork skin, it's cheaper than other places, and the service is good. He helps with shredding, mincing, and slicing for free.
Other pork shops only chop bones, they don't cut meat.
He noticed that most of the customers coming and going were talking about the fishermen.
Some even said that there were five people when they went and ten people when they came back.
The more I listened, the weirder it sounded.
After working until noon, Gu Bai packed up his stall and went home, carrying a piece of pork.
He lived in the 19th arrondissement, which was right next to the 20th.
The small two-bedroom apartment had its doors and windows tightly closed, curtains drawn, and the interior was pitch black.
Gu Bai opened the drawer, revealing a brand new leather case with smooth, moist skin.
After taking off the clothes, the seams were visible, resembling menacing centipedes crawling around the joints.
The elbow was split open, revealing the bare white bone.
Gently parting a line on the abdomen, as if unzipping a zipper, the skin quickly splits open, revealing a skeletal frame.
"There are no monsters or evil spirits in this world. They're all just rumors to scare children. I've never encountered one in my entire life, don't you think?"
He looked at his skeletal frame in the mirror, quickly put on a new leather jacket, hung up a photo, rubbed his face, and adjusted it to resemble his former self.
After working for half an hour, he finally restored the face. Looking at the bald forehead, he was quite melancholy: "So young, yet already so incredibly intelligent. By the way, how old is this skeleton again?"
He couldn't figure it out either, since he had no record of his age when he transmigrated.
When the human skin fell off, he was so startled that he almost called the police.
Fortunately, he realized in time that the skeleton was himself, thus avoiding falling into a trap.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, take out the bowls and chopsticks.
The pork was neatly arranged on a plate and served on the table, along with a bowl of uncongealed pig's blood.
I picked up my chopsticks and tried to pick up the pork, but I couldn't; the piece was too big.
With a quick sniff, the pork turned from bright red to deathly pale, then grayish, emitting a foul odor.
"Nine-nine percent is a rare find."
It was just slaughtered this morning; it's not frozen pork.
Skillfully, the pork was placed into a garbage bag and tied securely.
Back at the table, I picked up the still-uncoagulated pig's blood.
A bowl of soup after the meal.
What a wonderful meal.
This damn sense of ritual!
Gu Bai poured out the stinking pig's blood and went to the recliner on the balcony to bask in the sunlight.
The languid white bone demon was polishing his skin.
Excessive sun exposure can make your skin rougher.
Hey.
Why do I look like a skeleton in my clothes?
Working hard from dawn till dusk every day to earn money, just to afford a piece of clothing so that one can live among people.
I don't know when it will grow any flesh.
The memories the skeleton left him: [The monster thrives by drawing on the yang energy of the living; it flourishes by gathering the yin energy of the dead.]
By continuously absorbing yang energy, he may be able to grow flesh and blood and become human again.
But he couldn't bring himself to directly absorb someone's yang energy, nor did he dare to do so.
The world's law enforcement agency seems to really know how to catch monsters.
Besides humans, other living things also possess yang energy. Pork that has not been dead for too long still contains a small amount of yang energy.
[To make clothes from the skins of all things, in order to represent the life of all things.]
Various types of leather can be used to make leather clothing, which can be disguised as anything.
He naturally chose to be a good person, so he opened a pork shop and also did fur business.
Pigskin is the closest to human skin and is the most suitable for making human skin clothing.
I was in the sun until evening, and my skin became a bit dull and yellow, no longer as moisturized as before.
That's more like a proper butcher.
Gu Bai picked up the trash bag, went downstairs to throw away the trash, and left the residential area before it got completely dark.
There were many pedestrians on the street, and the nearby shopping malls were still brightly lit.
Warnings about not going out after dark have clearly failed to deter people's yearning for nightlife.
I scanned a shared bike and easily found my way to a secluded alley.
In the old-fashioned shop, two middle-aged men sat on a wooden table in front of the door, smoking cigarettes and drinking while eating peanuts.
"Old Wang," Gu Bai called out.
"It's you, same as always?" Old Wang, a burly man with a dragon tattoo over his shoulder, looked up at Gu Bai.
The other man was as thin as a stick, holding a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and reeking of alcohol.
Old drunkard!
"The usual." Gu Bai nodded.
The burly man got up and went into the small shop, took out a black bag, and handed it to Gu Bai: "One thousand yuan."
Gu Bai took out some money from his pocket and handed it over, glanced at the contents of the black bag, and turned to leave.
Watching him walk away, Magan asked, "Is it still that thing?"
Old Wang took a sip of his drink, smoke billowing from his nostrils: "Hmm."
"Why did he buy so much? Even if you stitched up a person's entire body, you wouldn't need that much, would you?" The skinny guy asked doubtfully. "If it's a doctor, the hospital has them, why bother buying it here?"
"Why do you care so much?" Old Wang glared at him irritably.
"I was just curious what he does for a living," Magan chuckled. "Come on, let's drink."
"What's there to be curious about? He's just a pork seller who also does skinning...skinning what was it again?"
"Pimp, yes, part-time pimp business."
Ma Gan's eyes lit up instantly: "He does this too? This kid looks clean-cut and refined, yet he's doing this kind of business."
"You can't judge a book by its cover. Back in the day, didn't I make money with two girls? Look at my business now," Old Wang said proudly.
"Impressive." The skinny guy's eyes darted around. "Has no one investigated him?"
"Investigate him for what?"
"That's true, no one would have thought he'd end up working in a butcher shop. He's incredibly smart."
Ma Gan instantly imagined a lot: "He must have beaten a lot of girls badly, that explains it. Tsk, he's pretty ruthless. Wait, so many injured girls, bro, do you think we can sell those things to him?"