"Because I see you're looking unwell, with dark circles under your eyes, a pallor to your face, and your wrists are cold. Have you been unable to satiate your hunger no matter how much you have eaten recently? And often feeling famished?"
The pigfolk hesitated, then sat down again. Although previous words had been unreliable, this indeed hit the nail on the head. He had indeed been feeling hunger recently, and even binge eating and drinking were unable to alleviate the hunger.
"How do you know?"
Lynne, without showing any emotion, stood up, brought out a wooden basin from behind the house, filled it with clear water, and then from below the counter, took out a bottle of light green potion and poured it into the basin.
Whoosh—
A strand of green smoke, shaped like a skull, whirled up from the basin.
Lynne clapped his hands, saying: "This is a spirit-summoning potion. Place your hand inside; if this indeed is a malevolent spirit parasitizing inside you or these odd mutations, this potion can reveal some truths."
The pigfolk glanced at him hesitantly. He stuck out his snout to sniff. After ensuring that there seemed to be no danger, he still tried to put his hand into the basin.
In an instant, he immediately felt a chill slowly rising from his abdomen.
"This... what is this!" his face altered slightly.
The green water in the basin began to bubble continuously, and strands of eerie black aura gradually emerged from his body. And it was the next moment, suddenly, his abdomen twisted in pain, and a giggling face protruded from his belly.
"Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee!"
"Ahhh—Ahhh—" The pigfolk's (ΩДΩ) hair stood on end.
"My stomach! My stomach!!"
His belly began to deform continuously, the face seemed to struggle as if trying to crawl out, and gradually, beside the face, two protruding hands emerged on his belly.
The giggling sound suddenly changed eerily and transformed into wails.
"Wah—wah—"
Seeing this, the pigfolk was entirely undone.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
Bang—
Lynne decisively took up the frying pan next to his and smashed it against the protruding face, flattening his stomach. The wailing and giggling abruptly ceased.
Thump—
The pigfolk plopped down on the bench, his expression blank. "This… this…"
Lynne pushed the wooden basin aside and calmly said, "Preliminary diagnosis confirms it indeed is a type of ectopic pregnancy due to a parasitic evil spirit. However, seeing the effect of that blow just now, this little devil has not fully formed yet. You are really lucky to have met me."
At this, the pigfolk were thoroughly convinced. He dropped to his knees with a thump, trembling, "Young man! My attitude was too intense just now, please, don't take it to heart, please save me! Please save me!"
He was truly scared! If it were a real evil spirit and he had to fight it head-on, he would be fearless. But it was growing inside his stomach, he was really helpless!
Lynne, calmly holding a pen, said, "Do you remember eating anything unclean?"
The pigfolk trembled, "A month ago, when I was out, I remember I ate a child, but it was just a little ghost, I sucked it in one breath, besides that, I only eat pork and human flesh."
Lynne pondered for a moment. Then he lifted his head and seriously said, "Let's perform surgery to see!"
…
Moments later.
Inside the dimly lit operating room, a few candles and a couple of bronze mirrors cast light onto the pigfolk's greasy big belly.
The pigfolk, trembling, lay on that extremely uncomfortable operating table and said: "So hastily you decide to operate on me?! Don't you plan to diagnose a bit more thoroughly?!"
Lynne put on gloves and a mask, calmly sterilizing the surgical knife, saying, "Simplicity and crudeness are the truth. You have to believe in my diagnostic ability and moral standards. I'll make an incision on your stomach. If it can be cut off, I'll cut it off for you. If it cannot be cut off..."
The pigfolk trembled, "I'll cut you!"
Lynne shook his head. He took out the boning knife often used by his teachers and started sharpening it in front of him.
Whiz— Shlick—
The pigfolk lay thise blankly.
Looking at the one after another iron hook hanging down from the ceiling of the operating room, and the various terrifying monster tissues soaking in large jars around.
For some reason, he felt like a boar about to be slaughtered on a chopping board.
Shlick— Shlick—
Sparks were flying.
"Stop sharpening! Stop sharpening!!"
The pigfolk, unable to bear the harsh sound of sharpening, issued a roaring urge.
"Soon."
Lynne washed the sharpened surgical knife in disinfectant. When he picked it up again, it was shining sharply against the light.
Lynne walked to the side of the pigfolk with the knife and put his ear to his greasy belly to listen. Then he professionally took out a pencil, in a position lower on his stomach. He drew a cross.
Lynne calmly said, "Are you ready?"
The pigfolk trembled, "Rea...ready..."
Creak—Creak—Creak—
Lynne pressed a button under the operating table, and the pigfolk's limbs were immediately locked by four iron shackles.
"Ah—Ah—" The pigfolk screamed in horror (ΩДΩ).
Lynne frowned and said with the knife in his hand, "Don't yell, I haven't even started the operation. These handcuffs are to prevent you from struggling and affecting my surgical ability; it's for your own good."
The pigfolk trembled, "Have you ever performed surgery on others before?"
Lynne calmly sharpened the knife, saying, "I've seen my teacher slaughter pigs; you are my first patient, but it's more or less the same, I am very confident in my surgical ability."
"…"
A moment of silence.
"Ah—Ah—I won't do it! I won't do it! Ah—Release me! Release me!!"
The pigfolk roared (ΩДΩ) and struggled frantically.
Lynne's eyes instantly became fierce, and he shouted loudly: "What a joke! The knife is already sharpened, and now you say you won't do it! Aren't you afraid that your stomach will get bigger and bigger and then be burst open by the evil spirit?! Since you are on my operating table, I must be responsible for you! Today, you have to do it whether you want to or not!"
Pfff—
Ah————
A scream was extremely miserable.
......
Half an hour later.
[Knife skill experience +10]
[Knife skill experience +10]
[Surgical ability +1]
The pigfolk lay this in a stupor on the operating table, his body constantly twitching. He had already lost count of how many times he had passed out and woken up due to the pain.
And just the next moment.
"Wah—"
A clear cry of a baby echoed throughout the operating room.
Lynne, covered in blood, took a blood-covered, seemingly underdeveloped crying blood baby from his stomach, showing a satisfied smile on his face, wiped his sweat, and said: "Congratulations, father and daughter are safe."
In front of him, a page about the baby appeared instantly.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby (Unformed)]
[Race: Evil Spirit]
[Alignment]: Chaotic Evil
[Level: 1]
[Description: A ghost formed by the condensation of resentment and ghost energy, absorbing a large amount of sentient blood and energy, becoming an evil spirit blood baby. Once formed, it will devour the host's soul and flesh, gradually growing stronger and transforming into a disaster.]
The pigfolk muttered blankly: "Sew...sew it up…"
Lynne nodded. Then he brought out the bill, pondered, and said: "Although this isn't the best time, it still needs to be discussed. The total surgical fee is 300 Skull Coins, but since this is my first time, I can give you a twenty percent discount, totaling 240 Skull Coins. The sewing fee is separate, summing up to 280 coins. Would you sign here?"
"Oink—Oink—"
The pigfolk let out mournful pig-like screams, his spirit nearly broken.
"Sew it! Sew it!" He trembled.
Lynne nodded, and pointing at various threads on the wall, said, "We have hemp thread, wool thread, cotton thread, wire, and steel wire here, each with a different price. Which one would you like?"
A tear fell from the corner of the pigfolk's eye, he mumbled: "Hemp thread..."
Lynne nodded, took down the hemp thread, and asked, "Do you need anything else..."
"Sew! Sew!!" He roared.
Lynne nodded, expertly picked up his steel needle, flicked the hemp thread, and approached the pigfolk, biting and pulling the end of the thread.
"Be patient, bear with it a little, I'm starting now."
[Sewing Skill Experience +1]
[Sewing Skill Experience +1]
[Sewing Skill Experience +1]
Finally, ten minutes later.
Lynne took out scissors, cut the thread, patted the knot on it, poured medicine into his mouth, and sprayed it on his abdomen.
Instantly, the sewn flesh started to close bit by bit, healing quickly.
[Ding! You have completed a hidden task. You have earned 50 skull coins, 50 surgery experiences, and 50 diagnostic experiences!]
[Ding! You have earned +200 Fear from the pigfolk.]
[Ding! Your fame in Wandering Soul Lane +10.]
Lynne removed his mask, unlocked the handcuffs on the operating table, held the blood-soaked infant, and smiled, saying: "Congratulations, the surgery went very smoothly. As you saw, this was indeed a routine case of spirit parasitism. Although it was a demonic spirit, it was indeed a healthy daughter. If raised… perhaps…"
Buzz—
For a moment, Lynne only felt a blur before his eyes. Then he saw a quivering shadow abruptly dash from the operating table, clutching his abdomen, fleeing towards the door with unimaginable speed.
He won't come again! He swore he would absolutely never come again! Undergoing surgery was like being butchised like a pig! This one doctor's visit has left him with psychological trauma!
...
"Boss! You've forgotten your daughter! The one you went through such pains to bring into this world – you can't just give birth and not care for her! This is a potion shop, not a childcare center!"
Lynne dashed forward, shouting, chasing all the way to the main door.
Yet, upon looking again, there was no trace of that pigfolk in the darkness.
Lynne heaved a sigh. After a moment's contemplation, he shouted into the enigmatic darkness, "Boss, if your stomach gives you more trouble, come back and I'll cut you open again. Next time, I promise I'll use anesthesia. And by the way, come get your newborn daughter soon! If my teacher returns, he might just chop her up to accompany his drink!"
Instantly, the previously bustling darkness became eerily silent.
Lynne turned on his heel and went back to his potion shop.
Without wasting any time, he rushed to the counter, rummaging through drawers beneath to find a small vial of a potent healing potion. He then quickly poured it over his right eye.
The eye, which he had brutally gouged out, gradually regained its vitality.
It still hurt, but the effect was undeniable.
Rubbing his inflamed eye socket, Lynne murmured, "Living in this world is indeed a constant state of anxiety..."
The reason he dared to gouge out his own eye wasn't out of sheer ruthlessness. He was aware that his shop housed advanced potions capable of rapidly healing injuries.
However, these were luxury items, beyond his crafting skills. They were part of his teacher's private collection, meant for personal use and not for sale.
[Ding! Multiple abilities are available for upgrade. Your fame in Wandering Soul Lane has improved. Please refer to the panel for details.]
Lynne paused momentarily before accessing the system panel.
[Lynne]
[Level: 3]
[Race: Human]
[Strength: 4]
[Agility: 5]
[Intelligence: 8]
[Physique: 4]
[Available Points: 4]
[Basic Skills]
[Intermediate Housekeeping Chores Proficiency: 909/1000]
[Beginner Potion Making: 90/100]
[Intermediate Surgical Skills: 203/1000]
[Beginner Knife Skills: 26/100]
[Beginner Diagnostic Ability: 55/100]
[Skull Coins: 250]
[Fame: 15]
[Description: Bloodsaw Potion Shop's somewhat morbid apprentice. Multiple patients have sensed a strong malice from him. It seems he's gradually inheriting his master's twisted style...]
Lynne: "…"
What does this last comment mean? Isn't this insulting? It's not objective or fair at all.
Except for not using anesthesia, he was very responsible for his patients. This is simply the system's malicious mockery of him!
Lynne shook his head. However, he quickly noticed that he had leveled up. He had moved from level 2 to level 3 and gained four additional assignable points.
Have to say, from this point of view, the panel provided by this system really feels like it's from a low-quality online game. But clearly, this isn't a game; this is a vicious and dark alternative world where death is real.
Lynne didn't hesitate. He assigned all four points to Physique.
No other reason. To become a qualified doctor, one must have a strong physical constitution, especially in this chaotic world. A frail body can always become the last straw, endangering one's life.
After all, survival is the first element in this world.
"Confirm."
Instantly, Lynne immediately felt a warm flow moving within his body. He knew those four attribute points were beginning to take effect.
Subtly, the fatigue from the recent surgery was quickly swept away by this warm flow, replaced by inexhaustible strength. He took off his coat. He looked at his abdomen.
Within those short few minutes, his originally flat abdomen now showed the contours of several abdominal muscles.
Lynne felt the beauty of having a healthy body.
From the counter behind him, came the crying of the ghost baby.
Lynne immediately went to the counter, holding the bloody ghost baby, and took a look, and this look revealed a problem.
Due to its underdevelopment, it's roughly the size of four adult fists. A long umbilical cord wrapped around its waist.
Its body was covered with streaks of crimson blood vessels, and on its cheeks, other than a mouth that resembled a black hole, the rest of the face was like covered in a layer of flesh mud, smooth without any features.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby (Unformed)]
[Level: 2]
Lynne: "???"
Just now, this ghost baby was at level 1, and in such a short time, it has actually risen to level 2?
Does that mean this ghost baby is rapidly forming?
At this moment, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
[Ding! You have triggered an optional hidden mission: Ghost Baby Deformation. Due to the premature birth of the ghost baby, the ghost energy contained within is rapidly distorting the ghost baby's appearance. The more terrifying the appearance, the greater the malice revealed by the ghost baby after revival!]
"Because I see you're looking unwell, with dark circles under your eyes, a pallor to your face, and your wrists are cold. Have you been unable to satiate your hunger no matter how much you have eaten recently? And often feeling famished?"
The pigfolk hesitated, then sat down again. Although previous words had been unreliable, this indeed hit the nail on the head. He had indeed been feeling hunger recently, and even binge eating and drinking were unable to alleviate the hunger.
"How do you know?"
Lynne, without showing any emotion, stood up, brought out a wooden basin from behind the house, filled it with clear water, and then from below the counter, took out a bottle of light green potion and poured it into the basin.
Whoosh—
A strand of green smoke, shaped like a skull, whirled up from the basin.
Lynne clapped his hands, saying: "This is a spirit-summoning potion. Place your hand inside; if this indeed is a malevolent spirit parasitizing inside you or these odd mutations, this potion can reveal some truths."
The pigfolk glanced at him hesitantly. He stuck out his snout to sniff. After ensuring that there seemed to be no danger, he still tried to put his hand into the basin.
In an instant, he immediately felt a chill slowly rising from his abdomen.
"This... what is this!" his face altered slightly.
The green water in the basin began to bubble continuously, and strands of eerie black aura gradually emerged from his body. And it was the next moment, suddenly, his abdomen twisted in pain, and a giggling face protruded from his belly.
"Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee!"
"Ahhh—Ahhh—" The pigfolk's (ΩДΩ) hair stood on end.
"My stomach! My stomach!!"
His belly began to deform continuously, the face seemed to struggle as if trying to crawl out, and gradually, beside the face, two protruding hands emerged on his belly.
The giggling sound suddenly changed eerily and transformed into wails.
"Wah—wah—"
Seeing this, the pigfolk was entirely undone.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
Bang—
Lynne decisively took up the frying pan next to his and smashed it against the protruding face, flattening his stomach. The wailing and giggling abruptly ceased.
Thump—
The pigfolk plopped down on the bench, his expression blank. "This… this…"
Lynne pushed the wooden basin aside and calmly said, "Preliminary diagnosis confirms it indeed is a type of ectopic pregnancy due to a parasitic evil spirit. However, seeing the effect of that blow just now, this little devil has not fully formed yet. You are really lucky to have met me."
At this, the pigfolk were thoroughly convinced. He dropped to his knees with a thump, trembling, "Young man! My attitude was too intense just now, please, don't take it to heart, please save me! Please save me!"
He was truly scared! If it were a real evil spirit and he had to fight it head-on, he would be fearless. But it was growing inside his stomach, he was really helpless!
Lynne, calmly holding a pen, said, "Do you remember eating anything unclean?"
The pigfolk trembled, "A month ago, when I was out, I remember I ate a child, but it was just a little ghost, I sucked it in one breath, besides that, I only eat pork and human flesh."
Lynne pondered for a moment. Then he lifted his head and seriously said, "Let's perform surgery to see!"
…
Moments later.
Inside the dimly lit operating room, a few candles and a couple of bronze mirrors cast light onto the pigfolk's greasy big belly.
The pigfolk, trembling, lay on that extremely uncomfortable operating table and said: "So hastily you decide to operate on me?! Don't you plan to diagnose a bit more thoroughly?!"
Lynne put on gloves and a mask, calmly sterilizing the surgical knife, saying, "Simplicity and crudeness are the truth. You have to believe in my diagnostic ability and moral standards. I'll make an incision on your stomach. If it can be cut off, I'll cut it off for you. If it cannot be cut off..."
The pigfolk trembled, "I'll cut you!"
Lynne shook his head. He took out the boning knife often used by his teachers and started sharpening it in front of him.
Whiz— Shlick—
The pigfolk lay thise blankly.
Looking at the one after another iron hook hanging down from the ceiling of the operating room, and the various terrifying monster tissues soaking in large jars around.
For some reason, he felt like a boar about to be slaughtered on a chopping board.
Shlick— Shlick—
Sparks were flying.
"Stop sharpening! Stop sharpening!!"
The pigfolk, unable to bear the harsh sound of sharpening, issued a roaring urge.
"Soon."
Lynne washed the sharpened surgical knife in disinfectant. When he picked it up again, it was shining sharply against the light.
Lynne walked to the side of the pigfolk with the knife and put his ear to his greasy belly to listen. Then he professionally took out a pencil, in a position lower on his stomach. He drew a cross.
Lynne calmly said, "Are you ready?"
The pigfolk trembled, "Rea...ready..."
Creak—Creak—Creak—
Lynne pressed a button under the operating table, and the pigfolk's limbs were immediately locked by four iron shackles.
"Ah—Ah—" The pigfolk screamed in horror (ΩДΩ).
Lynne frowned and said with the knife in his hand, "Don't yell, I haven't even started the operation. These handcuffs are to prevent you from struggling and affecting my surgical ability; it's for your own good."
The pigfolk trembled, "Have you ever performed surgery on others before?"
Lynne calmly sharpened the knife, saying, "I've seen my teacher slaughter pigs; you are my first patient, but it's more or less the same, I am very confident in my surgical ability."
"…"
A moment of silence.
"Ah—Ah—I won't do it! I won't do it! Ah—Release me! Release me!!"
The pigfolk roared (ΩДΩ) and struggled frantically.
Lynne's eyes instantly became fierce, and he shouted loudly: "What a joke! The knife is already sharpened, and now you say you won't do it! Aren't you afraid that your stomach will get bigger and bigger and then be burst open by the evil spirit?! Since you are on my operating table, I must be responsible for you! Today, you have to do it whether you want to or not!"
Pfff—
Ah————
A scream was extremely miserable.
......
Half an hour later.
[Knife skill experience +10]
[Knife skill experience +10]
[Surgical ability +1]
The pigfolk lay this in a stupor on the operating table, his body constantly twitching. He had already lost count of how many times he had passed out and woken up due to the pain.
And just the next moment.
"Wah—"
A clear cry of a baby echoed throughout the operating room.
Lynne, covered in blood, took a blood-covered, seemingly underdeveloped crying blood baby from his stomach, showing a satisfied smile on his face, wiped his sweat, and said: "Congratulations, father and daughter are safe."
In front of him, a page about the baby appeared instantly.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby (Unformed)]
[Race: Evil Spirit]
[Alignment]: Chaotic Evil
[Level: 1]
[Description: A ghost formed by the condensation of resentment and ghost energy, absorbing a large amount of sentient blood and energy, becoming an evil spirit blood baby. Once formed, it will devour the host's soul and flesh, gradually growing stronger and transforming into a disaster.]
The pigfolk muttered blankly: "Sew...sew it up…"
Lynne nodded. Then he brought out the bill, pondered, and said: "Although this isn't the best time, it still needs to be discussed. The total surgical fee is 300 Skull Coins, but since this is my first time, I can give you a twenty percent discount, totaling 240 Skull Coins. The sewing fee is separate, summing up to 280 coins. Would you sign here?"
"Oink—Oink—"
The pigfolk let out mournful pig-like screams, his spirit nearly broken.
"Sew it! Sew it!" He trembled.
Lynne nodded, and pointing at various threads on the wall, said, "We have hemp thread, wool thread, cotton thread, wire, and steel wire here, each with a different price. Which one would you like?"
A tear fell from the corner of the pigfolk's eye, he mumbled: "Hemp thread..."
Lynne nodded, took down the hemp thread, and asked, "Do you need anything else..."
"Sew! Sew!!" He roared.
Lynne nodded, expertly picked up his steel needle, flicked the hemp thread, and approached the pigfolk, biting and pulling the end of the thread.
"Be patient, bear with it a little, I'm starting now."
[Sewing Skill Experience +1]
[Sewing Skill Experience +1]
[Sewing Skill Experience +1]
Finally, ten minutes later.
Lynne took out scissors, cut the thread, patted the knot on it, poured medicine into his mouth, and sprayed it on his abdomen.
Instantly, the sewn flesh started to close bit by bit, healing quickly.
[Ding! You have completed a hidden task. You have earned 50 skull coins, 50 surgery experiences, and 50 diagnostic experiences!]
[Ding! You have earned +200 Fear from the pigfolk.]
[Ding! Your fame in Wandering Soul Lane +10.]
Lynne removed his mask, unlocked the handcuffs on the operating table, held the blood-soaked infant, and smiled, saying: "Congratulations, the surgery went very smoothly. As you saw, this was indeed a routine case of spirit parasitism. Although it was a demonic spirit, it was indeed a healthy daughter. If raised… perhaps…"
Buzz—
For a moment, Lynne only felt a blur before his eyes. Then he saw a quivering shadow abruptly dash from the operating table, clutching his abdomen, fleeing towards the door with unimaginable speed.
He won't come again! He swore he would absolutely never come again! Undergoing surgery was like being butchised like a pig! This one doctor's visit has left him with psychological trauma!
...
"Boss! You've forgotten your daughter! The one you went through such pains to bring into this world – you can't just give birth and not care for her! This is a potion shop, not a childcare center!"
Lynne dashed forward, shouting, chasing all the way to the main door.
Yet, upon looking again, there was no trace of that pigfolk in the darkness.
Lynne heaved a sigh. After a moment's contemplation, he shouted into the enigmatic darkness, "Boss, if your stomach gives you more trouble, come back and I'll cut you open again. Next time, I promise I'll use anesthesia. And by the way, come get your newborn daughter soon! If my teacher returns, he might just chop her up to accompany his drink!"
Instantly, the previously bustling darkness became eerily silent.
Lynne turned on his heel and went back to his potion shop.
Without wasting any time, he rushed to the counter, rummaging through drawers beneath to find a small vial of a potent healing potion. He then quickly poured it over his right eye.
The eye, which he had brutally gouged out, gradually regained its vitality.
It still hurt, but the effect was undeniable.
Rubbing his inflamed eye socket, Lynne murmured, "Living in this world is indeed a constant state of anxiety..."
The reason he dared to gouge out his own eye wasn't out of sheer ruthlessness. He was aware that his shop housed advanced potions capable of rapidly healing injuries.
However, these were luxury items, beyond his crafting skills. They were part of his teacher's private collection, meant for personal use and not for sale.
[Ding! Multiple abilities are available for upgrade. Your fame in Wandering Soul Lane has improved. Please refer to the panel for details.]
Lynne paused momentarily before accessing the system panel.
[Lynne]
[Level: 3]
[Race: Human]
[Strength: 4]
[Agility: 5]
[Intelligence: 8]
[Physique: 4]
[Available Points: 4]
[Basic Skills]
[Intermediate Housekeeping Chores Proficiency: 909/1000]
[Beginner Potion Making: 90/100]
[Intermediate Surgical Skills: 203/1000]
[Beginner Knife Skills: 26/100]
[Beginner Diagnostic Ability: 55/100]
[Skull Coins: 250]
[Fame: 15]
[Description: Bloodsaw Potion Shop's somewhat morbid apprentice. Multiple patients have sensed a strong malice from him. It seems he's gradually inheriting his master's twisted style...]
Lynne: "…"
What does this last comment mean? Isn't this insulting? It's not objective or fair at all.
Except for not using anesthesia, he was very responsible for his patients. This is simply the system's malicious mockery of him!
Lynne shook his head. However, he quickly noticed that he had leveled up. He had moved from level 2 to level 3 and gained four additional assignable points.
Have to say, from this point of view, the panel provided by this system really feels like it's from a low-quality online game. But clearly, this isn't a game; this is a vicious and dark alternative world where death is real.
Lynne didn't hesitate. He assigned all four points to Physique.
No other reason. To become a qualified doctor, one must have a strong physical constitution, especially in this chaotic world. A frail body can always become the last straw, endangering one's life.
After all, survival is the first element in this world.
"Confirm."
Instantly, Lynne immediately felt a warm flow moving within his body. He knew those four attribute points were beginning to take effect.
Subtly, the fatigue from the recent surgery was quickly swept away by this warm flow, replaced by inexhaustible strength. He took off his coat. He looked at his abdomen.
Within those short few minutes, his originally flat abdomen now showed the contours of several abdominal muscles.
Lynne felt the beauty of having a healthy body.
From the counter behind him, came the crying of the ghost baby.
Lynne immediately went to the counter, holding the bloody ghost baby, and took a look, and this look revealed a problem.
Due to its underdevelopment, it's roughly the size of four adult fists. A long umbilical cord wrapped around its waist.
Its body was covered with streaks of crimson blood vessels, and on its cheeks, other than a mouth that resembled a black hole, the rest of the face was like covered in a layer of flesh mud, smooth without any features.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby (Unformed)]
[Level: 2]
Lynne: "???"
Just now, this ghost baby was at level 1, and in such a short time, it has actually risen to level 2?
Does that mean this ghost baby is rapidly forming?
At this moment, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
[Ding! You have triggered an optional hidden mission: Ghost Baby Deformation. Due to the premature birth of the ghost baby, the ghost energy contained within is rapidly distorting the ghost baby's appearance. The more terrifying the appearance, the greater the malice revealed by the ghost baby after revival!]
