Optional Task Branch One: Turn it into the oil for a soul lamp. Task Reward: +2 Days of Soul Lamp Usage.
Optional Task Branch Two: Feed it to the little baby in the backyard. Task Reward: +50 Affection from the Little Baby.
Optional Task Branch Three: Soak it in a reagent and keep it as a specimen. Task Reward: +10 Specimen Making Experience.
Optional Task Branch Four: Wait for the pig-headed demon to come and take his daughter back. Task Reward: To be analyzed…
Lynn calmly looked at the four task branches the system presented.
“Of course, it’s the fourth one.”
Lynn sat on the counter, placed the ghost baby on the table, and started calculating on an abacus. He said seriously:
“I’m a doctor. If someone leaves their baby with me and I kill it, wouldn't that make me a freak? My moral standards don’t allow that.”
“…” “I’m such a person with professional ethics. Don’t you think the system should give me something for that?”
[Morality +10]
“…” Lynn raised a knife and continued to wait for new customers.
Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and looked at the ghost baby.
He found that its appearance had already begun to twist into a grotesque tangle.
[Lynn's SAN -1]
Five minutes later, when he looked again, the baby’s face had started growing multiple cysts, and a raspy, eerie cry came from its dark mouth.
[Lynn's SAN -10]
Ten minutes later, Lynn opened his eyes again to find that the face was crawling with twisted, black tendrils, all writhing together.
[Lynn's SAN -30]
Lynn’s eye twitched uncontrollably.
It seemed the system wasn’t wrong—if left unchecked, this ghost baby was quickly twisting into something unrecognizable!
No, this won’t do!
If this continues, forget about whether the pig-headed demon will recognize its daughter.
I won’t survive it either!
It’s too ugly!
Really, it's horrific-level ugly!
Lynn stood up with a scowl and cracked his knuckles.
“Fine, let me help you out. I’ll give you a free facelift so you don't come out and scare me now and later scare others!”
He put on a mask and gloves, tied the ghost baby to the counter with a rope.
“Creeeak—creeak—”
The twisted tendrils on the baby’s face suddenly transformed into countless mouths, emitting a series of terrifying roars.
Slap!
Lynn slapped those tendrils back.
“Stay still!”
He donned a monocle, expression indifferent, and cracked his knuckles.
Stretching out both hands, he grabbed the twisted tendrils on its face and began to knead them, just like kneading dough.
“Waaa—waaa—” The baby’s body emitted terrified sounds.
[Ectoplasmic Blood Baby’s Fear Level +10]
Facelifts are an art.
Although Lynn had never performed a facelift before, he was very skilled at shaping clay figures.
In some ways, they were quite similar.
And the first step of a facelift was, naturally, to smooth out all the messy, sticky substances on its face.
He had to make it smooth and rounded to lay a perfect foundation for the rest of the work.
[Ectoplasmic Blood Baby’s Fear Level +10]
Kneading dough requires technique too. It can’t be too dry or too wet; it must have enough elasticity and toughness. It’s a process that requires a lot of hand strength.
“Don’t move.”
“Since I brought you into this world, as a doctor, I’m obligated to make sure you stay healthy for this period. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your face problem!”
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Lynn said sternly, putting his skills to work as he kneaded the sticky substance on the baby’s face.
Once he had kneaded it well, he pulled it outward.
[Ectoplasmic Blood Baby’s Fear Level +20]
He twisted it and pressed it inward again.
[Ectoplasmic Blood Baby’s Fear Level +20]
He pulled again, twisted it further, and pressed the substance deeper.
He mixed all the sticky, disgusting material evenly, making it elastic and pliable.
Meanwhile, the baby’s cries grew more desperate.
[Ectoplasmic Blood Baby’s Fear Level +20]
Knock knock knock—
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Lynn turned to see a humanoid monster, its body covered in burn marks, with pus dripping from its eyes. It was terrifying and grotesque.
“I’d like… a new face…”
The creature’s voice was deep and hoarse, as though it was charred.
Lynn took a quick glance.
[Burned Ghost]
[Race]: Ectoplasmic Entity
[Level]: 15
[Attributes]: Chaotic Neutral
[Combat Ability]: Average
[Description]: A ghost who was burned alive in a fire. 99.9% of its body was burned. Its personality is twisted and gloomy, full of malice towards anything beautiful.
[Ding! Triggered Task: Help the Burned Ghost get a new face. Task Reward: 50 Skeleton Coins, Surgical Experience +50, Special Reward +1.]
“Welcome! Please take a seat over there and wait!”
Lynn leaned out from the counter, flashing a professional smile.
Pssht—
The sticky substance on the ghost baby’s face exploded, splashing Lynn’s mask.
The Burned Ghost froze in place.
“Please sit. I’ll be with you shortly.”
Lynn smiled and turned his attention back to the tied-up ghost baby. To speed things up, Lynn had no choice but to use both hands.
He grabbed the now kneaded mass on both sides and pulled with all his might.
“Waaa—” The ghost baby screamed with an eerie, fearful cry.
Slap—
Another twist.
“Ahhh—” The ghost baby trembled.
He flipped the baby to flatten it and then started kneading its face even harder.
“Almost done, please be patient.”
Lynn smiled and looked at the Burned Ghost, showing his sincerest expression.
The Burned Ghost trembled in place.
Its legs started to shake uncontrollably as it stared at the doctor, kneading the baby’s face like dough.
It stiffened, its body going rigid as it realized what was about to happen to its own face.
CRACK
Lynn pulled again, stretching the material two meters.
The Burned Ghost: “!!!”
[Burned Ghost’s SAN -20!]
Squish squish—
Lynn rolled the face flat, and the ghost baby’s grotesque face started screeching in horror.
The pus-filled sores on the Burned Ghost’s body trembled.
[Burned Ghost’s SAN -20!]
Something was wrong!
Something wasn’t right about this place!
It shuddered and extended its burnt hand.
“Excuse me… are you…”
Lynn raised his head, still kneading the face, and smiled.
“Oh, this little ghost is just too ugly. It even has a slightly toxic ugliness. As a doctor, it’s my duty to give it a proper face.”
The Burned Ghost froze in terror.
Its stiff body straightened further, and its legs shook uncontrollably.
It stared at the baby’s face being twisted and kneaded, the horror growing inside its mind.
It suddenly realized:
This place… was a black shop!
Just as this thought crossed its mind.
Slap slap—
Lynn slapped the baby’s face, popping open several of its cysts.
The thick goo splashed across Lynn’s mask.
The Burned Ghost froze.
“Mother of—!!”
[Burned Ghost’s SAN -30!]