[Option 1: Convert it into lamp oil for the Soul Lamp. Reward: +2 days of Soul Lamp usage]
[Option 2: Feed the little one in the backyard. Reward: +50 in the little one's affection]
[Option 3: Soak in the reagent to leave a mark. Task reward: 10 specimen-making experience points]
[Optional task branch West: Wait for the Pighead Demon to retrieve your daughter. Task reward: To be analyzed...]
Lin En stared calmly at the task branch assigned by the system.
"Of course it's the seventh one."
Lin En sat at the counter, set the ghostly infant on the table, and began clacking the abacus with a rhythmic click-clack, then said solemnly:
I'm a doctor. If someone leaves their child in my care and I end up killing them, wouldn't that make me a psychopath? My moral compass won't allow me to do such a thing.
"..."
I'm such a professional, and you still don't plan to give me any extra points?
[Morality +10]
"..."
Lynn, knife in hand, waited for the next customer.
Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and glanced at Ghost Child.
It was found that its appearance had begun to twist into a grotesque coil.
[Lin En san value-1]
Five minutes later.
When I looked at it again, the infant's face was covered with cysts of varying sizes, and its dark mouth emitted a hoarse' wawawaw' sound.
[Lin En San Value-10]
Ten minutes later.
When Lynn opened her eyes again, her face was already covered in black, twisted tentacles of all sizes, their tendrils coiled together in a grotesque mass.
[Lin En San Value-30]
Lynn's eyes twitched wildly.
The system's warning seems spot-on. If we don't intervene, this cursed child will spiral into an indescribable state of distortion!
be not allowed !
If this continues, let alone whether the pig demon would even acknowledge his daughter.
I can't even bear it myself!
Too ugly!
It's absolutely hideous! The kind of grotesque ugliness that's downright terrifying!
Lynn (￣￣) stood up, gave her wrist a quick stretch, and said:
Fine, I'll treat you to a free makeover. No need to scare me now or anyone else later!
Wear a mask and gloves.
He grabbed the rope and tied the ghost baby to the counter.
Creaking—creaking—
The twisted tentacles on the ghostly infant's face suddenly mutated into countless gaping mouths, which unleashed a series of terrifying roars at Lynn.
bang ——
Lynn slapped the tentacles back with a single slap.
"Be honest!"
Lynn wore a single eye patch, her expression ashen, and she gave her hand joints a few clunky movements.
He stretched out his two large hands, grabbed the wildly twisted tentacles on its face, and began kneading them vigorously as if kneading dough.
"Oooh—Oooh—" the ghostly infant's body emitted a series of sounds resembling terrified cries.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear +10]
Plastic surgery is a technical work.
Although Lynn had never had plastic surgery before, her clay modeling skills were remarkably refined.
In a sense, they are quite similar.
and the first step in cosmetic surgery.
Nature had blended all the messy sticky substances on his face into a uniform mixture.
"Make it round enough."
This will lay a solid foundation for the subsequent facial sculpting.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear +10]
Kneading dough requires precise control—it must be neither too dry nor too wet, achieving just the right balance of elasticity and firmness. This process is a true test of your hand strength.
"Don't touch it."
Since I delivered you, as a doctor, I have the duty to ensure your health during this period. Don't worry, I'll take care of your facial issues!
Lynn looked serious and stern.
After fully applying his pre-transmigration ramen technique, he kneaded the mass on his face until it was perfectly formed.
Pull outward.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby]Fear +20
Turn the knob to the twisted position and press it inward.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby]Fear +20
Pull again!
Turn it two times, then twist it inward.
Fully mix the viscous and nauseating substance to achieve a uniform and elastic consistency.
And the sound emanating from that ghostly infant grew increasingly terrifying.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby]Fear +20
Dong dong dong —
Just then, a knock came from outside the door.
A grotesque human-like creature stood there, its entire body covered in burn marks and a pus-filled face. Crimson, foul-smelling mucus continuously oozed from its eye sockets, creating a horrifying and eerie scene.
"I think... I want to change my face..."
The monster's throat emitted a low, scorched sound.
Lynn glanced at it.
Burning Ghost
Race: Evil Spirit
[Level: 15]
[Attribute]: Chaos Neutral
Combat ability: Average
[Description]: A malevolent spirit burned alive in a raging fire, with 99.9% of its body scorched. Its twisted and gloomy nature harbors intense malice toward all that is beautiful.
[Click! Task: Help the Burning Ghost get a new face. Rewards: 50 Skull Coins, +50 Surgery Experience, +1 Special Reward]
Welcome! Please go to the seat over there and wait a moment.
Lynn leaned out from behind the ghostly infant, her eyes flashing with that trademark professional smile.
Pip
The thick slurry from the crushed ghost child's face splattered onto Lynn's mask.
The ghost who had just walked in froze.
"Please sit down, I'll be right here."
Lynn smiled.
Then Lynn's gaze remained fixed on the ghostly infant tied to the counter, and to speed things up, she had to use both hands simultaneously.
Grab the sides of the kneaded meat ball.
Pull hard.
"Ouch—" the ghostly infant's body emitted a bone-chilling scream.
She made a twister with a string.
Press it on your face again.
"Ah ah..." The ghost baby trembled.
He laid the ghostly infant flat and began to rub the twisted mass of flesh on its face with even greater force, making a loud squelching sound.
"It will be fine soon. Please stay calm."
With a smile, Lynn lifted her head and gave the burning man in the chair nearby a sincere look.
The burning ghost froze in place, taking that terrifying step on the counter.
Its legs twitched subconsciously.
One pull.
Two more meters.
Burning Ghost: "!!!!"
[Burning Ghost: San Value-20!]
1. Rub.
Take the rolling pin.
Walla-Walla ——
The ghost's face was flattened into a flat, lifeless shape, and it let out a series of eerie, squeaky screams in terror.
The pus-filled sores on the body of the burning ghost trembled.
[Burning Ghost: San Value-20!]
not in harmony !
not in harmony !
This pharmacy they came into looks seriously off!
With trembling hands, it reached out, its fingers charred, and asked, "May I ask... are you..."
Hearing this, Lynn rubbed the lump on the ghostly infant's face, lifted her head, and gave a genuine professional smile, saying:
"Oh, this little demon is so ugly, even a bit of a polluting ugliness. As a doctor, it was my duty to give it a normal face."
The burning ghost shuddered all over.
He said blankly, "Your... your technique is truly... truly unique..."
His body was stiff, his eyes burning as he stared at the boss, and his hunched frame had somehow straightened up.
He watched the ghostly infant's face in the doctor's hands, as if it were being slurped up like ramen noodles.
His legs trembled even more.
The horrifying image of his face being repeatedly pulled by the doctor flashed through his mind in an instant.
The burning man began to panic.
Isn't this just entering a black store?!
And that is when he first had this idea.
Ppat-pat-pat
Ppat-pat-pat
The doctor reached out and snapped off the dozen or so growths on the ghostly infant's face with a series of sharp, snapping sounds.
The thick slurry puffed out and even splashed onto his face.
It's exploding!
It's exploding!
Mommy! (ΩДΩ)!!!
[Burning Hell-30!!]