The face of the man standing at the door is like a combination of black and white. The left half of his face is extremely ugly and full of melanomas, while the right half of his face is handsome and unpretentious. His skin is fair, his eyebrows are thick, and his dark and bright eyes are Big and divine.
"Your face..." Dong Lingce looked at Bao Ye and was startled.
"You guys are really strange, it's not that the sarcoid is much smaller, why are both of them so surprised." Bao Ye touched the right side of his face and said, "Hey, the sarcoid has disappeared? Strange, there was clearly a sarcoid just now, why is this so? It's almost gone?"
Dongling Ce raised his eyebrows: "In one night, the sarcoma disappeared? Did you take medicine?"
"I don't have any medicine." Bao Ye was also very puzzled.
""Useless? "Dongling Ce half-squinted his eyes: "Have you ever been in such a situation before?" "
Bao Ye shook his head: "Neither."
"Your face is really weird." Tang Lingce became interested in his face: "Come here."
Bao Ye's eyes flashed vigilance: "What do you want to do?"
Seeing that he was so wary of him, Donglingce raised the corners of his lips: "I just want to see your face."
Bao Ye doubted the past.
"Bend down."
Bao Ye bowed his body hesitantly.
Tang Lingce pinched his chin, looked at his right face, and let out a meaningful light.
"Don't laugh like that, I got goosebumps from laughing." Bao Ye felt that his smile was calculating something again: "I just have no tumor on my face, do you have to keep staring at me? "
"Although only half of the sarcoma on your face has been eliminated, it can be regarded as seeing your true face. Well, you look pretty good."
"Only the sarcoma on half of my face is gone?" Bao Ye touched the sarcoma on the left side of his face: "It's really only half of my face, so what does the other half of my face look like?"
Dong Ling Ce asked, "You didn't look in the mirror?"
Bao Ye patted his hand on his chin: "Where can I get a mirror as a slave."
Dong Lingce spread out his right palm, and handed Bao Ye a mirror out of thin air.
Bao Ye took the mirror, but the moment he raised the mirror to look at his face, the melanoma on the left spread to his right face at a lightning speed, blocking the original appearance of half of his face, returning to its ugly appearance.
Dongling Ce narrowed his black eyes.
Bao Ye looked in the mirror and said in surprise: "Hey, the sarcoma has grown back? Besides, it's bigger than before, how could it be like this?"
He poked the sarcoma and probed into the sarcoma with divine power, but he didn't notice anything unusual.
Dong Ling Ce said, "Let me see."
Bao Ye didn't hesitate this time. He bent down and took the initiative to put his face in front of him: "Is my face cursed? Or is it caused by other abnormalities?"
If it is an ordinary sarcoma, it is impossible to suddenly disappear and then immediately return to its original appearance.
"I see if I can use divine power to heal your face." Donglingce gathered the divine power doctor with his fingertips: "If the healing is healed, how will you repay me?"
"I still don't want a doctor..." Before Bao Ye finished speaking, it was as if ten thousand thin needles were stuck in his face, and he frowned in pain: "It hurts."
"It hurts? Why does it hurt? You have to endure it." Tang Lingce increased his supernatural power. One of the sarcomas on Baoye's face had just disappeared, but it quickly grew back. He increased his supernatural power again, and the sarcoma disappeared and grew quickly. Moreover, every time it got bigger and bigger, all the other sarcomas shed pus and blood.
"No, it's too painful." Bao Ye was so painful that his soul was shaking, he pushed Dong Ling Ce away suddenly, covered his uncomfortable face and gasped for breath. He found that his face and hands were sticky. It's pus and blood: "I'm going, are you sure you're treating my face? Instead of deliberately treating me?"
Tang Lingce saw from the water on his forehead and neck that he was not pretending to be in pain, and sneered: "Your face is not cursed, and there is no other abnormality, but my divine power can't cure your ordinary sarcoma, There is indeed a problem."
"Will black sarcoma be life-threatening to my body?" Bao Ye pretended to be concerned and asked. In fact, it didn't matter whether he was in danger or not, he had to leave anyway.
"I don't see any danger for now."
"That's fine, I'll go wash my face."
Seeing the pus and blood flowing to the ground, Dongling Ce nodded. When Bao Ye left and the door closed, the red rope bracelet on his wrist lit up with bright red light.
Red again
Tang Lingce frowned and took off the bracelet: "Is it malfunctioning, or—"
If it fails, why does it only fail for one person
Tang Lingce squinted his eyes and pulled out the bracelet, becoming more and more curious and interested in Baoye.
Bao Ye, who was washing his face in the bathroom, shivered inexplicably. He rubbed his arms and said, "It must be a mental illness thinking about me." He splashed water on his face, but the pus and blood continued to flow.
"What the hell is going on with this face?" Bao Ye looked into the mirror and looked at the sarcoma on his face. The melanoma treated by Tanglingce was bigger than before, so big that it almost blocked his eyes.
Back at the Ministry of Health, Lao Liu was once again surprised by Bao Ye's face.
Nian Gao gloated on his face: "You are uglier than morning."
Bao Ye: "… "
When it was time for work, the tornado finally stopped, the sky was filled with a thick smell of blood, and it rained garbage.
All kinds of rubbish and corpses fell from the sky and landed on the ground making a ping ping pong sound.
After two great disasters, the city of Bow was almost in ruins.
For the next three days, the days were very calm. According to the past, if there were no more disasters within three days, it meant that the game of the gods was over.
The slaves were so happy that they almost didn't gather to celebrate, but they couldn't laugh when they saw the smelly corpses all over the floor!
Under the leadership of some slaves, the low-level slaves began to clean up the garbage and corpses, throw them into the corpse pit and burn them, and then retrieve the swept away tents and beds to rebuild. If the materials are not enough, they can only ask the slave owners again Apply to buy materials.
Only if the materials are not expensive, the slave owners will generally approve the purchase of materials to build.
Senior slaves are responsible for helping severely injured slaves, so that they can stand up again, but only if the boss of the senior slave team in your area is a sympathetic person, otherwise, let alone let senior slaves save people, It would be nice if they didn't step on you while you were hurt.
But, is God's game really over like this
Bao Ye looked at the blue sky and hooked his lips sarcastically. The gods should want the slaves to be happy first, and then let them taste the pain. This is the real purpose of the gods game.
"Arrived at the factory, everyone will get off the bus for me." Deacon Zhu's voice interrupted Bao Ye's thoughts.
Bao Ye regained his senses and saw that Jiang Yu did not dare to jump out of the car as neatly as usual. He looked left and right looking for a place to climb down, and asked aloud, "Lao Jiang, what's the matter with you?"
Jiang Yu sighed: "People are old and useless, and they don't dare to jump off like before."
The main reason is that he was so frightened by the game of gods recently that his body deteriorated immediately, and his hands and feet became less flexible than before.
"I'll check your body." Bao Ye took his pulse.
Because Jiang Yu worked as a coolie all the year round, many diseases were branded on his body. Now that he is getting older, various problems have appeared one after another.
"Can you read?" Jiang Yu looked at Bao Ye in surprise.
Bao Ye pressed Jiang Yu and sat down: "I'll press your hands and feet for you, it will be more comfortable.
Deacon Zhu saw Jiang Yu sitting down, and immediately drove him away with a whip: "Damn old man, don't get out of the car."
Jiang Yu was startled and wanted to stand up, but Bao Ye held him firmly in his place.
Bao Ye held the whip swung by Deacon Zhu and said in a deep voice, "Go down later."
The slaves who got off the bus turned their heads one after another.
"Ugly slave, do you dare not to obey my orders?" Deacon Zhu raised his whip again.
Bao Ye glanced at him coldly, his sharp eyes made Deacon Zhu's heart skip a beat, and the whip in his hand could not be swung for a long time.
Jiang Yu was afraid to look at Deacon Zhu and Bao Ye, who was focusing on massaging his legs, and whispered, "Go back and press again."
Bao Ye said, "Just a few minutes."
Du Peng and Xiaowei who were under the car looked at each other and were very surprised that Baoye would not listen to Deacon Zhu's orders for Jiang Yu.
Bao Ye used his supernatural power to loosen Jiang Yusong's muscles and bones and repair the strained bones: "Get up and see, is your body feeling better?"
Jiang Yu got up and moved his body, and said happily: "My joints don't hurt anymore, ugly slave, how did you do it?"
Bao Ye smiled without saying a word.
Deacon Zhu stared at Bao Ye, a thought flashed in his eyes, and turned around to let the driver continue driving.
Jiang Yu looked at the big truck far away: "Ugly slave, it seems to have changed."
Xiaowei sneered: "You just ate a few bowls of his rice and massaged his legs once, and then you feel like he has become a good person. One day he took you up when you weren't paying attention, when you cried. ."
Jiang Yu's face turned pale.
Du Peng sneered, shaking his head and walking towards the factory.
Others follow.
In the car, Bao Ye saw that the big truck was not following the previous route, and asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"
Deacon Zhu glanced at him: "You will know when you go there."
Bao Ye guessed that Tang Lingce might have come up with some kind of ghost idea to play tricks on him, so he didn't ask any more.
The big truck drove all the way to Xicheng District
The Xicheng District was very messy. No one cleaned the garbage, nor dragged the corpses to burn, and no one helped rescue the seriously injured low-level slaves. All kinds of stench filled the air, and the smell was disgusting.
The large truck stopped at the gate of a certain venue.
Deacon Zhu jumped out of the car and said to the two senior slaves guarding the door, "It was brought."
One of the senior slaves spit, walked to the back of the car and shouted to Bao Ye, "Get down."
Bao Ye frowned, jumped out of the car,
Deacon Zhu said: "The people will be handed over to you."
The senior slave said: "Help our boss to thank your master."
"Yeah." Deacon Zhu climbed into the trunk and saw Bao Ye who was looking around and said, "From today onwards, you will be working in Xicheng District. Boss Lu will arrange your whereabouts. I will not come to Xicheng District to pick you up in the future. ."
When Bao Ye heard him mention Boss Lu, his brows furrowed even tighter. It didn't sound like Dong Lingce's arrangement. If he wanted to make fun of himself, he didn't need to be transferred to Xicheng District.
Who is the master they speak of
Bao Ye thought for a while. By the way, the real master of the original body is indeed not Donglingce, but the slave owner who arranged for him to work at the Donglingce construction site before.
"What did the master arrange for me to come here?"