[Optional Task Branch One: Turn it into oil for the Soul Lantern, Task Reward: Soul Lantern usage days 2]
[Optional Task Branch Two: Feed it to the Little Baby in the backyard, Task Reward: Little Baby Favorability 50]
[Optional Task Branch Three: Preserve it in a reagent as a collection, Task Reward: Specin-making experience 10]
[Optional Task Branch Four: Wait for the Pig Demon to co and retrieve his daughter, Task Reward: To be analyzed...]
Lin En calmly looked at the four task branches given by the System.
"Of course, it's the fourth one."
Lin En sat on the counter, placed the Blood Wraith Infant on the table, and started calculating with an abacus, saying seriously:
"I'm a doctor. If soone leaves their baby with and I kill it, wouldn't that make a psychopath? My moral standards don't allow to do such things."
"......"
"I'm such a professional person, System, aren't you going to give so bonus?"
[Moral 10]
Lin En picked up a knife and continued waiting for new custors.
Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the ghostly infant.
He found that its appearance had already started twisting into a hideous pretzel.
[Lin En Sanity Value -1]
Five minutes later.
When he looked again, the infant's face began to sprout nurous cysts of varying sizes, and a hoarse "wah-wah" sound ca from its pitch-black mouth.
[Lin En Sanity Value -10]
Ten minutes later.
When Lin En opened his eyes again, the face was already crawling with twisted black tendrils tangled together.
[Lin En Sanity Value -30]
Lin En's eye twitched madly.
It seed the System was right; if left unchecked, this ghostly infant was indeed twisting into sothing indescribable!
No way!
If this continues, never mind whether the Pig Demon will recognize his daughter.
I can't take it anymore!
It's too ugly!
Damn it, it's really too ugly! And at a horror level of ugly!
Lin En (╬￣皿￣) stood up, flexed his wrists, and said:
"Fine, I'll give you a free makeover, so you won't scare now and others later!"
He put on a mask and gloves.
Picked up a rope and tied the ghostly infant to the counter.
"Squeak—squeak—"
The twisted tendrils on the ghostly infant's face suddenly sprouted countless mouths, letting out terrifying roars at Lin En.
Smack—
Lin En slapped those tendrils back.
"Behave!"
Lin En put on a monocle, his expression indifferent, and cracked his knuckles.
He stretched out his large hands, grabbed the wildly twisting tendrils on its face, and kneaded them like dough.
"Wah—wah—" The ghostly infant let out cries of terror.
[Blood Wraith Infant Fear Level 10]
Plastic surgery is a technical skill.
Although Lin En had never perford plastic surgery before, his skills in molding clay figures were quite proficient.
In a sense, the two aren't that different.
And the first step in plastic surgery.
Naturally, is to mix all the ssy, sticky substances on the face evenly.
Make it smooth enough.
Only then can you lay a perfect foundation for the subsequent face molding.
[Blood Wraith Infant Fear Level 10]
Kneading dough also requires enough skill; it can't be too dry or too wet. It needs to have enough elasticity and resilience, which is a process that greatly tests one's hand strength.
"Don't move. Since I delivered you, as a doctor, I have the duty to ensure you stay healthy during this ti. Don't worry, leave your face to !"
Lin En said sternly.
Fully utilizing his noodle-pulling skills from before he crossed over, after kneading the mass on its face.
He pulled it outward.
[Blood Wraith Infant Fear Level 20]
Twisted it into a pretzel and pressed it back.
[Blood Wraith Infant Fear Level 20]
Pulled again!
Twisted it twice into a pretzel and pressed it back.
Thoroughly kneading the sticky and disgusting substance until it was evenly mixed and elastic.
And the sounds coming from the ghostly infant's body grew increasingly terrified.
[Blood Wraith Infant Fear Level 20]
Boom boom boom—
At this mont, there was a knock on the door.
A humanoid monster covered in burn marks, with pus oozing from its face, stood there, scarlet and foul-slling mucus continuously dripping from its eye sockets, terrifying and eerie.
"I want... a new face..."
A low, charred voice ca from the monster's throat.
Lin En glanced over.
[Burnt Ghost]
[Race]: Wraith
[Level: 15]
[Attribute]: Chaotic Neutral
[Combat Ability]: Average
[Description]: A wraith burned alive in a great fire, 99.9% of its body burned, with a twisted and gloomy personality, harboring great malice towards anything beautiful.
[Ding! Task Triggered: Help the Burnt Ghost get a new face, Task Reward: 50 Skull Coins, Surgical Experience 50, Special Reward 1]
"Welco! Please take a seat over there and wait a mont!"
Lin En leaned out from the ghostly infant, a professional smile in his eyes.
Splat—
The thick liquid from the ghostly infant's burst face splattered onto Lin En's mask.
The Burnt Ghost who had just walked in froze.
"Please sit, I'll be right with you."
Lin En smiled.
Then Lin En's attention returned to the ghostly infant tied to the counter. To speed up, Lin En could only use both hands.
He grabbed the sides of the kneaded mass.
Pulled hard.
"Wah—" The ghostly infant let out a chilling cry of fear.
Twisted it into a pretzel.
Pressed it onto the face.
"Ah—" The ghostly infant trembled.
Flipped the ghostly infant flat, using greater force, began kneading the twisted mass on its face.
"Almost done, please be patient."
Lin En smiled and looked up, showing a sincere expression to the Burnt Ghost sitting on a chair not far away.
The Burnt Ghost stared blankly at the terrifying scene on the counter.
Its legs shook uncontrollably.
A pull.
Another two ters.
Burnt Ghost: "!!!"
A knead.
Picked up a rolling pin.
Splat splat—
The ghostly infant's face was rolled flat, letting out terrified squeaks.
The Burnt Ghost's entire body trembled with its pustules.
[Burnt Ghost Sanity Value -20!]
Sothing's wrong!
Sothing's wrong!
This pharmacy I walked into, damn it, sothing's wrong!
It trembled, extending a charred hand, and asked, "May I ask... are you..."
Lin En, hearing this, kneaded the mass on the ghostly infant's face, looked up, and showed a sincere professional smile, saying:
"Oh, this little imp is too ugly, even a bit contagiously ugly. As a doctor, giving it a normal face is what I should do."
The Burnt Ghost shivered all over.
It stamred, "Your... your technique is really... unique..."
Its whole body stiffened, its charred eyes wide open, and its hunched body sohow straightened.
It watched the ghostly infant's face being kneaded like noodles in the doctor's hands.
Its legs shook even more violently.
In its mind, a terrifying image of its face being pulled by this doctor flashed instantly.
The Burnt Ghost began to panic.
Could this be a black market?!
And just as it had this thought.
Smack smack—
The doctor reached out and popped a dozen tumors that had grown on the ghostly infant's face.
Thick liquid splattered onto its face with a splat.
It burst!
Mommy! (ΩДΩ)!!!
[Burnt Ghost Sanity Value -30!!]
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