The swift blade scraped over the eyes, a skill Liu Zheng had heard of.
However, it was used to scrape the blisters on the eyelids, to relieve "trachoma".
But the employee at Unlucky Coffee was truly scraping away his eyes.
The employee's knife was so fast that Liu Zheng hadn't even felt pain before everything went pitch black.
After examining the scraped-out eyeballs for a few seconds, the employee placed them on a tray to the side.
"The second service, ear picking."
Hearing the employee's words, Liu Zheng's expression was subtly complex.
In reality, he often went for ear picking, half for the comfort, and half as a sleep aid.
But now he didn't even have ears, just holes; how could they be picked?
The employee quickly gave Liu Zheng the answer.
He pinched and kneaded around Liu Zheng's ear holes, and his flesh, like Play-Doh, was molded into two ears.
Although Liu Zheng couldn't see, he roughly guessed what he was doing.
