System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Solve it early, get money early, and sneak away early.Syl felt that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely reveal himself.Once Barlow Bwonsamdi finds out that he is not the original doctor, he will definitely have a big problem.

Barlow led the way in front, Searle followed behind, and the butler held Searle's mask with a clean cloth and followed behind.

After walking to the third floor and walking through the long corridor to the bottom room, the door at the bottom of the corridor can be seen from a distance wide open, and it seems that someone has already entered.

"Master Silver Crow, it's the front." Seeing that the person had already entered, Barlow quickened his pace.

After Syl and Barlow walked in, Syl saw Barlow sluggishly on the spot.

"Pe...Pe'er?" Barlow murmured.

At this time, the person he called was sitting on the bed and looked up at Barlow. She had long black hair and exquisite facial features. Apart from a slightly stiff expression, she didn't see anything wrong. She called out softly He said "Dad", but his mouth didn't move.

Beside the bed, stood a blond man with a paintbrush in his hand, but there was no paint on the scene.

On the other side, she was wearing a pure white gauze dress and a huge white top hat. The light gauze at the brim of the hat was hanging down, covering her face. Maybe she was the princess.

There was no one who appeared to be sick at the scene.

"It's an honor to meet you, Baron Bwonsamdi." The man saluted Barlow, with a bit of complacency in his tone, "Let me introduce myself to you, the second level of the Devourer Path [Imitator], Your daughter has been completely cured."

"Yo...a counterfeiter." Bwonsamdi smiled contemptuously, and just raised his hand and waved it lightly. Pei'er, who was sitting on the bed, immediately began to contort his face, "Your counterfeit , it seems that it can only be used for masturbation."

This change caused the corner of the mouth of the person who claimed to be the imitator to twitch, and he pretended to be calm and said:

"Baron Bwonsamdi, as long as there is no interference from the secret arts, your daughter will be considered back to normal."

"Dude," Bwonsamdi's pupils began to turn into lavender crystals, "Your disguise can't fool Bwonsamdi's eyes, what kind of cure is this?"

"Uncle Bwonsamdi," the princess said calmly, "This is the best way for Pei'er... at least you won't be regarded as a monster by others... Who is this? "

"Let me give you a grand introduction." Bwonsamdi slowly waved his hand to the side. "The one standing in front of you is... eh? Lord Silver Crow?"

At this time, Searle had already walked to the bedside with a scalpel in hand.

She could no longer suppress the impulse in her heart.

Syl had already seen through the fog of fakery and saw the real face inside.

Horror...distorted...the face covered in vain fantasy, had already put on a mask of pain, and tears flowed from her ears on her forehead.

"Woman! What are you doing!?"

"Master Silver Crow!?"

"Pear!!!"

Amidst the panicked shouts of the crowd, Syl smiled happily, and with a scalpel, he accurately slashed at Pei'er's face.

"Don't cry, the doctor sister is here."

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Chapter 59 Chapter 58 Flesh Repair

"Quiet, during the operation."

It seemed that Syl was a little displeased by the commotion of others, and Syl turned his head and glanced at them with some displeasure.

Obviously, it was just a glance from a person without potion breath, but it caused a chill in the hearts of everyone present, and the tension rose from the back to the brain.

Barlow's expression seemed a little hesitant. He looked at the scalpel in Searle's hand with a cold light, and then at his daughter's crying face under the illusory spell, and finally chose to believe in Searle:

"I... Bwonsamdi will take them out right now... Your Highness, and this fellow, let's go out first..."

Barlow greeted His Royal Highness and the Transcendent to come to the door. In the end, the old father was still a little worried and turned around and whispered:

"Master Silver Crow...be gentle...don't hurt Pei'er."

"Hmm." Syl shook his hands impatiently, signaling them to close the door and leave, and then took off his gloves.

Syl almost forgot that the girl in front of her was still conscious, and almost stabbed her when she was conscious.

Opening the kit, Searle took out another brand new scalpel, scratched some of his fingers slightly, squeezed out less than half a drop of blood, and then raised the finger to the part of Peier's side face that was almost embedded in the cheekbone. on the nose.

Searle's blood with the effect of a powerful hallucinogen volatilized instantly, and the patient lost consciousness instantly, half-closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into some illusion.

Lifting the scalpel, Syl slashed at Pei'er's face again. After the knife cut through the skin, the phantom on Pei'er's face disappeared instantly, revealing that weird and weird face.

Seeing this face, Syl frowned slightly, with a look of disgust, and muttered to himself:

"Novices, no doubts, if it were me, this side would definitely not handle it like this..."

"It's too low-level, this aesthetic... such a face will only make people sick, how can it be possible to carve out that kind of weird, scary... rich and artistic combination of flesh and blood? "

While accurately dividing Pei'er's face into pieces and arranging them on the side plate, the doctor cursed and expressed dissatisfaction with the original author of this face.

The blood spurted out, dyeing the silk pillow that Pei Er was resting on in dark red. Syl, who watched this scene, was not worried at all that the patient would lose blood and die.In other words, it is already a miracle that the face is removed and it is still alive.

After removing all the distorted organs and facial muscles on Pei'er's face, the doctor nodded in satisfaction when he saw the broken bloody skeleton with only the scalp left.

"Then just need some simple artistic processing..."

Her tone was brisk, as if she was still humming some unknown song, but when the doctor was about to seal the first piece of flesh, her body suddenly froze.

The doctor frowned, as if he was struggling with something in his mind, and stood like a sculpture for about ten seconds before curling his lips:

"Tsk... okay, it's also a good way to decompress the junk works..."

It looked like he had reached an agreement with himself.

However, after this agreement was reached, the doctor seemed to lose the motivation at the beginning, and just wanted to finish the work quickly.

Due to the need to ensure the restoration to the maximum extent, the operation process is particularly cumbersome. The doctor seems to be doing a boring exercise, performing subtle sculpting on Pei'er's face.

After about three hours, the operation was finally completed.In order to hang Pei'er's life halfway, Syl had to use [Deceitful Fate] to transfuse her blood three times.

In the end, Syl covered Peer's face with the blood of "Despicable Fate", and the work was not completed until all the blood penetrated into Peer's pores.

Searle took out a small dose of glass reagent containing wine from the windbreaker, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured it on Peier's face, which was considered a so-so postoperative cleaning.

"I'm tired, let them clean it up..." The doctor's voice sounded a little tired. Even she couldn't bear the loss of so much blood, and she had to rest well to replenish it.

After carefully wiping each of her tools clean, she put them back into her tool bag and buckled them inside the windbreaker before walking towards the door.

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Outside Pei'er's room, there was a small dispute going on.

The man who claimed to be the imitator had already left with an excuse in advance. At this time, only Barlow and the princess were standing outside.

"Uncle Bwonsamdi...Are you sure this woman is really reliable?" The princess tightly clutched the lace strap on her chest, and her trembling hands proved her inner anxiety.

"Well...it's hard to explain to you, Your Highness Samantha..." Although Bwonsamdi was already nervous enough to pull the feathers on his cloak, he still comforted, "But I still have confidence."

"But listen to the voice inside..." Princess Samantha slightly turned her head towards the door, and immediately heard the creepy, bone-chopping sound coming from inside.

Barlow also pursed his lips and swallowed.

This kind of sound is not particularly scary. What worries him the most is that his daughter didn't let out a cry of pain...

The two of them waited silently outside for nearly three hours amidst the tormenting sounds.

On the way, Samantha wanted to go in many times, but was persuaded by Barlow.

Finally, when even Barlow couldn't bear to go in, the door was opened from the inside.

Syl came out, her face was already covered with splattered blood, and blood dripped down her face, and the silver-gray hair was inevitably stained with some plaque-like blood stains.

The whole person was like a bloody Ripper, which made Barlow's heart tremble.

"The operation is complete." Syl said calmly.

After hearing these words, Barlow couldn't stop looking into the room, only to see his daughter lying in a red blood stain, her face was also covered with black and red blood, her life and death were unknown.

"Pearl!"

Seeing this situation, Barlow rushed in without thinking about talking to Searle, and rushed towards the bed.

Samantha on the side opened her mouth slightly when she saw the bloody scene in the room, with an expression of disbelief.

No one can survive such a large amount of bleeding.

"Hey... Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Syl raised his bloody hand and greeted Samantha.

But her wrist was directly grabbed by Samantha.

Through the veil, Syl could see the anger in the eyes of the girl in front of her, and saw Samantha bit her teeth lightly, and squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "If something happens to Pei'er...I can't spare you! "

Although the ruthless words she said were very imposing, but her trembling hands and her fragile strength really couldn't make Searle feel threatened in the slightest.

"If you have time to catch me, why don't you ask the maid to get some water and wash your friend's face clean," Searle sighed, and continued, "This time I used intradermal sutures, so I don't have to worry about leaving scars. "

Especially with the blessing of his own blood, it is difficult to leave a scar.

"Father... Father..."