After putting away the wooden, skinned night watchman puppet, Dao Chengyi went to check on Gou'er's condition. Gou'er's condition had stabilized, and Dao Chengyi only left after confirming that Gou'er was not dead.

Upon seeing it now, Dao Chengyi couldn't help but feel a chill: bluish-purple skin, jet-black fingernails, white hair, sharp teeth...

Zombies?!

Dao Chengyi instantly became alert, examining the Bloodline Gu and Parasitic Gu from before, and found that he had only connected with one Gu, which seemed to be somewhat resistant to Dao Chengyi's control.

Dao Chengyi's solution was to refine it again using an insect vessel. Since he had some control over it, and the dog didn't seem to resist, the test was completed smoothly.

Zombie Gu (Fei) (Second Transformation): It is a mixture of Bloodline Gu and Parasitic Gu containing special genes and is suspected to contain the power of an unknown demon god.

Fei? Isn't that one of the immortal demon gods mentioned in San Niu Township? Could such a thing exist in a cow? Or is it the effect of a Gu poison?

Dao Chengyi became interested, not only in the unexpectedly created zombie gu, but also in the information in the introduction. Thanks to Dao Chengyi's prior knowledge of the basic information, the insect vessel was able to be overturned and manifested.

The dog was released. Because the Gu had been refined again, and the insect vessel had also used energy to repair the dog's body, the dog was now more of a creature created by combining a zombie Gu with a human.

Feeling the power to control and destroy with a single thought, Dao Chengyi smiled and took out the meat that had been cold all night and was no longer palatable.

"See? I told you I'd make sure we lived a good life, eating meat and drinking wine every day, and that you'd become a strongman too. Now I've made it all come true, you little dog."

The dog's cloudy eyes flickered, as if it were thinking, or perhaps it simply didn't possess that ability at the moment; the transformation of its brain by the Gu and the flesh seed hadn't had a positive effect.

But what does it matter? The dog that Daocheng knew was like this: it couldn't talk, but it could help him; it was honest, kind, and helpful.

Nothing has changed, has it?

Looking at the dog that showed no interest in food whatsoever, Dao Chengyi rested his chin on his hand and thought, "Perhaps I can start thinking about the Blood Skull Gu?"