[Optional Task Branch One: Turn it into oil for the Soul Lamp, Task Reward: Soul Lamp usage days 2]
[Optional Task Branch Two: Feed it to the Little Treasure in the backyard, Task Reward: Little Treasure favorability 50]
[Optional Task Branch Three: Soak it in reagent for preservation, Task Reward: Specin making experience 10]
[Optional Task Branch Four: Wait for the Pig-Headed Demon to co pick up his daughter, Task Reward: To be analyzed…]
Lynn calmly stared at the four task branches the system gave him.
“Of course, it has to be the fourth one.”
Lynn sat on the counter, placed the evil blood infant on the table, and clicked his abacus seriously, saying:
“I’m a doctor. If soone leaves a baby with and I kill it, wouldn’t that make a pervert? My moral standards won’t allow to do such a thing.”
“…”
“I’m already such a professional person; system, aren’t you going to give so bonus for that?”
[Moral 10]
“…”
Lynn grabbed his knife and continued waiting for new custors to arrive.
Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the ghost baby.
He found that its appearance had already started to twist into a hideous, twisted shape.
[Lynn SAN -1]
Five minutes later.
When he looked again, the baby’s face had started to grow one large and small cyst after another, emitting hoarse “wuwawuwa” sounds from its black mouth.
[Lynn SAN -10]
Ten minutes later.
When Lynn opened his eyes again, the face was already covered with nurous black, twisted tentacles crawling over it, all twisted together.
[Lynn SAN -30]
Lynn’s eye twitched uncontrollably.
It seed the system was right; if left unchecked, this evil blood infant would continue to distort into sothing indescribable!
No way!
If this continued, never mind whether the Pig-Headed Demon would still recognize his daughter.
He wouldn’t be able to take it anymore himself!
Too ugly!
Seriously, ridiculously ugly! That kind of horror-level ugliness!
Lynn (╬￣皿￣) stood up, stretched his wrists, and said: Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel-fire.ɴet
“Fine, consider it a favor. Let give you a free makeover so you won’t scare now or others later!”
He put on his mask and gloves.
He took a rope and tied the ghost baby to the counter.
“Squeak—squeak—”
The twisted tentacles on the ghost baby’s face suddenly mutated into countless mouths, emitting terrifying roars at Lynn.
Smack—
Lynn slapped the tentacles back instantly.
“Behave!”
Lynn put on his monocle, expression indifferent, cracked his knuckles with a “kaka” sound.
He stretched out both hands, grabbed the wildly twisted tentacles on its face, and forcefully kneaded them like kneading dough.
“Waa—waa—” The ghost baby emitted sounds resembling fearful cries from within.
[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level 10]
Costic surgery is a technical skill.
Although Lynn had never done costic surgery before, his clay modeling skills were very proficient.
In a sense, these two skills weren’t that different.
The first step of costic surgery, naturally, was to mix all the ssy sticky substances on the face evenly.
Making it smooth enough.
Only then could a perfect foundation be laid for the subsequent face shaping.
[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level 10]
Kneading dough also requires skill; it can’t be too dry or too wet—you have to make it elastic and resilient, which is an extrely demanding process for hand strength.
“Don’t move.”
“Since I delivered you as a doctor, I have the obligation to keep you healthy during this ti. Don’t worry, I’ll handle your face problem!”
Lynn’s face was serious.
He fully applied his noodle-pulling skills from before transmigrating. After kneading the mass on the ghost baby’s face well,
he pulled it outward.
[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level 20]
Twisted it like a rope, then pressed it in.
[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level 20]
Pulled again!
Twisted it twice more and pressed it in.
Fully mixing those sticky, disgusting substances evenly and elastically.
The sounds from the ghost baby’s body beca increasingly terrified.
[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level 20]
Knock knock knock—
At that mont, there was a knock at the door.
A humanoid monster covered in burn scars and pus stood there, bright red and foul-slling sli continuously dripping from its eye sockets—terrifying and grotesque.
“I want… to change my face…”
The monster’s throat emitted a low, burnt-sounding voice.
Lynn glanced over.
[Burned Ghost]
[Race]: Evil Spirit
[Level]: 15
[Alignnt]: Chaotic Neutral
[Combat Ability]: Average
[Description]: An evil spirit burned alive in a great fire, 99.9% of its body scarred, twisted and gloomy personality, harbors great malice toward anything beautiful.
[Ding! Task Triggered: Help the Burned Ghost change its face, Task Reward: 50 Skeleton Coins, Surgical experience 50, Special Reward 1]
“Welco! Please take a seat over there and wait a mont!”
Lynn leaned forward from behind the ghost baby and showed a standard professional smile in his eyes.
Pfft—
The thick fluid from the popped ghost baby’s face splattered on Lynn’s mask.
The Burned Ghost who just entered stiffened imdiately.
“Please sit, I’ll be ready soon.”
Lynn smiled.
Then he focused his attention back on the ghost baby tied to the counter. To speed things up, Lynn used both hands simultaneously.
He grabbed both sides of the kneaded at lump and pulled hard.
“Wah—” The ghost baby’s body emitted a chilling, terrified sound.
He twisted it into a rope again.
Pressed it onto the face.
“Ah—” The ghost baby trembled.
Lynn flipped the ghost baby flat, using greater force, kneading the twisted flesh noisily.
“It’ll be ready soon, please be patient.”
Lynn smiled warmly and looked sincerely at the Burned Ghost sitting not far away on a chair.
The Burned Ghost stared dumbly at the horrifying step at the counter.
Its legs trembled uncontrollably.
Pulled again.
Another two ters.
Burned Ghost: “!!!”
[Burned Ghost SAN -20!]
Kneaded again.
Lynn picked up a rolling pin.
Clack clack clack—
The ghostly face was flattened by rolling, screaming terrified “squeak squeak” noises.
All the pus-filled sores on the Burned Ghost trembled.
[Burned Ghost SAN -20!]
Sothing was wrong!
Sothing was seriously wrong!
This dical shop it ca into seed completely off!
It trembled as it stretched out its burnt hand and asked, “May I ask… are you…”
Lynn heard this, still kneading the at on the ghost baby’s face, lifted his head, and showed a sincere professional smile, saying:
“Oh, this little ghost is too ugly, even a bit contaminating. As a doctor, it’s my duty to give it a normal face.”
The Burned Ghost shuddered all over.
It said dazedly, “Y-your technique really is… quite unique…”
Its whole body stiffened; its burnt eyes stared wide, and its hunched body sohow straightened up.
It watched the ghost baby’s face being kneaded like noodles by the doctor.
Its legs shook even more violently.
A horrifying image of its own face being endlessly pulled and twisted by this doctor flashed through its mind instantly.
The Burned Ghost began to panic.
Could this be so kind of black clinic?!
And just as this thought crossed its mind,
Smack smack—
Smack smack—
The doctor reached out and popped a dozen tumors growing on the ghost baby’s face with rapid smacks.
Thick pus splattered onto the Burned Ghost’s face.
Popped!
Popped for sure!
“Oh my god (ΩДΩ)!!!”
[Burned Ghost SAN -30!!]
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