Because I noticed your complexion is poor, with dark circles under your eyes, a pale face, and cold wrists. Have you been feeling hungry lately, no matter how much you eat?
The pig-headed demon hesitated and sat down again.
Though it wasn't reliable before, this one really hits the nail on the head.
He has indeed been experiencing frequent hunger recently, and even overeating has not been able to relieve that hunger.
How do you know?
Lynn stood up without showing any emotion, retrieved a wooden basin from the back of the room, filled it with clear water, then pulled out a bottle of pale green medicine from under the counter and poured it into the basin.
Huh —
A wisp of green smoke, resembling a skull, billowed from the wooden shed.
Lynn clapped her hands and said, "This is the Demon-Calling Potion. Insert your hand into it. If there are indeed evil spirits or other bizarre abnormalities within you, this potion can reveal some truths."
The pig-headed demon gave him a suspicious look.
He stuck out his pig nose and sniffed.
After confirming that there appeared to be no danger, he still tried to put his hand into the wooden basin.
Suddenly, he felt a cold sensation rise slowly from his abdomen.
"This... this is!" His face changed slightly.
The green water in the wooden basin began to boil incessantly, and eerie black vapors slowly emerged from his body.
And that is in the next moment.
His abdomen suddenly crampled, and a laughing face suddenly bulged out of his belly.
Heeheehee! Heeheehee!
"Oooh—oooh—" the pig-headed demon (ΩДΩ) let out a cry, its fur bristling.
My stomach! My stomach!
Then the laughter suddenly turned into eerie wails.
"Wow—wow—"
When he saw this scene, the Pighead Demon was utterly devastated.
"What the hell is this!"
bang ——
Lin En grabbed the nearby frying pan with a decisive motion and slammed it down on the man's bulging face, flattening his stomach.
The crying and laughter stopped abruptly.
flop ——
The pig-headed demon slumped onto the bench, his expression vacant as he stammered, "This... this..."
Lin En pushed the wooden basin aside and said calmly, "The initial diagnosis is a demonic spirit possession. But judging by the effect of that pot of broth just now, this little demon hasn't fully formed yet. You're really lucky to have me."
At that moment, the Pighead Demon was completely convinced.
With a thud, he fell to his knees and trembled, pleading, "Little brother! I was too harsh just now, Old Pig. Please don't take it to heart. Save me! Please save me!"
He was really scared!
If it were a true evil spirit and he were to face it head-on, he would be unafraid.
But when evil spirits take root in your belly, there's really no way out!
Lynn held the pen calmly and asked, "Do you remember eating anything unclean?"
The Pighead Demon quivered and said, "A month ago, while I was out, I remember eating a little ghost. I swallowed it whole. Other than that, I only eat pigs and humans."
Lynn thought for a moment.
Then he looked up and said seriously, "Let's have a surgery to see!"
...
Moments later.
In the dim operating room.
A few candles and bronze mirrors cast their beams upon the pig-headed monster's greasy belly.
The pig-headed monster lay trembling on the operating table that made him extremely uncomfortable, saying:
You're making this decision so hastily?! Why don't you first get a proper diagnosis?!
Wearing gloves and a mask, Lynn calmly sterilized the scalpel and said:
"Quick as a knife through tangled threads, simplicity and decisiveness are the way. Trust my diagnostic skills and moral compass. I'll make an incision on your abdomen. If the tissue can be removed, I'll perform the surgery. If not..."
The pig-headed demon trembled and said, "I'll just cut off your knife!"
Lynn shook her head.
He took out the bone-cutting knife his teacher often used and began sharpening it right in front of him.
Huff—huff—
The pig-headed demon lay there, motionless.
Watching iron hooks cascade from the surgical room ceiling, alongside the grotesque monster tissue submerged in large containers around the area.
I don't know why.
He felt like a boar on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.
Husky—Husky—
Sparkle west.
"Stop grinding! Stop grinding!"
The pig-headed demon couldn't stand the piercing whine of the sharpening knife and let out a furious roar to urge it on.
" at once ."
Lynn dipped the razor-sharp scalpel into the antiseptic solution. When she picked it up again, the blade gleamed with a sharp, mirrored sheen.
Lynn approached the Pighead Demon with a knife in hand, pressing her ear against his greasy belly to listen.
Then he professionally took out a pencil and placed it near the lower part of his abdomen.
Draw a cross.
Lynn said calmly, "Are you ready?"
The pig-headed demon trembled and said, "Ready... prepared..."
Click click click click
Lin En pressed a button beneath the operating table, and the Western limb of the Pighead Demon was instantly shackled with an iron chain.
"Oo—oo—" the Pighead Demon (ΩДΩ) let out a terrified scream.
Lynn frowned and held the knife, saying, "Don't cry out. I haven't even started the procedure yet. These handcuffs are to prevent you from struggling and interfering with my operation. It's for your own good."
The pig-headed demon quivered, "Have you ever performed surgery on anyone before?"
Lynn was grinding her knife and fork with a clatter, then said calmly, "You'll see my teacher slaughter a pig. You'll be my first patient, but I'm pretty confident in my surgical skills."
"..."
A brief silence.
Aao... Aao... I won't do it anymore! I won't do it anymore! Aao... Let me go! Let me go!!
The pig-headed demon let out a deafening roar (ΩДΩ) and thrashed wildly.
Lin En's gaze turned vicious in an instant, and he roared:
What kind of joke is this?! The knife's already sharpened, and now you say you won't do it! Aren't you afraid your belly will keep growing until some evil spirit breaks through it?!
Now that you're on my operating table, I'm responsible for you! You have to do it today, or you'll have to do it later!
Pip
Hmph--
...
Half an hour later.
[Blade Skill +10]
[Blade Skill +10]
[Operation Ability +1]
The pig-headed demon lay motionless on the operating table, his body convulsing uncontrollably. He couldn't remember how many times he'd fainted and regained consciousness from the excruciating pain.
And that is in the next moment.
"Wow—"
A loud cry echoed through the entire operating room.
With a smile, Lynn held the little boy close, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said:
Congratulations, the operation was a success.
And the page of that baby flashed before his eyes.
Evil Spirit Blood Baby (Unformed)
Race: Evil Spirit
[Attribute]: Chaos and Evil
[Level: 1]
[Introduction]: A malevolent spirit formed by the fusion of resentment and ghostly energy, further absorbing the blood and essence of countless livestock. Once fully formed, it devours the host's soul and flesh, growing stronger until it transforms into a calamity.
The pig-headed demon muttered in a daze, "Sew... sew it on..."