"Because I see that you look bad, with dark circles under your eyes, pale face, and cold wrists. Have you been unable to eat enough recently? And often feel hungry?"
The pig-headed demon hesitated and sat down again.
Although it was unreliable before, this is indeed to the point.
He has often felt hungry recently, and even overeating can hardly relieve that hunger.
"How do you know?"
Ryan stood up calmly, took out a wooden basin from the back of the house, poured clean water into it, and then took out a bottle of light green potion from under the counter and poured it into the wooden basin.
swoosh——
A wisp of green smoke from a skull whistled up from the wooden shed.
Ryan clapped his hands and said, "This is a summoning potion. Put your hand in it. If there is indeed an evil spirit parasitizing in your body, or other weird distortions, this potion can stimulate some truth."
The pig-headed demon looked at him hesitantly.
Stretch out the pig nose and sniff.
After making sure that there seemed to be no danger, he still tried to put his hand into the wooden basin.
Instantly, he suddenly felt a chill rising slowly from his abdomen.
"This... this is!" His face changed slightly.
The green water in the wooden basin began to boil continuously, and wisps of strange black air slowly emerged from his body.
And that was the next moment.
His abdomen suddenly felt a cramp, and a laughing face suddenly protruded from his belly.
"Hehehe! Hehehe!"
"AH-AHHH-AAAHHh-" The pig-headed demon (ΩДΩ)'s hair stood on end.
"MY STOMACH! MY STOMACH!!!"
The laughing voice suddenly changed strangely, and bursts of crying sounded.
"Squeal-wail-"
Seeing this scene, the pig-headed demon was not feeling well.
"What the hell is this!"
Bang——
Ryan decisively picked up the frying pan next to him and swung the bottom of the pan at the protruding face, flattening his stomach.
The crying and laughing stopped instantly.
Plop——
The pig-headed demon sat on the bench with a dull expression: "This... this..."
Ryan pushed the wooden basin aside and said calmly: "Preliminary diagnosis, it is a parasitic evil spirit, but judging from the effect of the bottom of the pan just now, this little ghost has not been fully formed. You are really lucky to meet me."
At this moment, the pig-headed demon was completely convinced.
He knelt on the ground with a plop, trembling: "bro! My attitude just now was too intense. Don't take it seriously. Help me! Help me!"
He was really scared!
If it was a real evil spirit fighting him with real weapons, he would be fearless.
But if there was an evil spirit growing in his stomach, he really had no way out!
Ryan calmly took the pen and said, "Do you remember what unclean things you have eaten?"
The pig-headed demon trembled and said, "A month ago, when I was out, I remember I ate a little ghost. I inhaled it in one breath. Apart from that, I only eat pigs and humans."
Ryan thought for a moment.
Then he raised his head and said seriously, "Let's have surgery!"
...
A moment later.
In the dim operating room.
A few candles and a few bronze mirrors cast beams of light on the pig-headed monster's greasy belly.
The pig-headed monster lay trembling on the operating table that made him very uncomfortable, and said:
"You decided to operate on me so hastily?! Don't you plan to diagnose it again?!"
Ryan put on gloves and a mask, calmly disinfected the scalpel, and said:
"Cut the Gordian knot quickly, simple and rough is the truth, you have to believe in my diagnostic ability and moral standards, I will make a cut in your stomach, if it can be cut off, I will cut it off for you, if the knife can't be cut off..."
The pig-headed demon trembled and said, "I will cut you off!"
Ryan shook his head.
He took out the boning knife that his teacher often used, and then began to sharpen it in front of him.
Scrape-scrape
The pig-headed demon lay flat there in a daze.
He looked at the iron hooks hanging down from the sky above the operating room, and the various terrible monster tissues soaked in large jars around him.
He didn't know why.
He felt like a boar on a chopping board about to be slaughtered.
Scrape-scrape-scrape
Sparks flew.
"STOP IT! STOPPP!!"
The pig-headed demon couldn't stand the harsh sound of sharpening the knife, and shouted to urge him.
"Right away."
Ryan washed the sharpened scalpel in disinfectant, and when he picked it up again, it was sharp and reflected the light.
Ryan walked to the side of the pig-headed demon with the knife, and put his ear to his greasy belly to listen.
Then he took out a pencil professionally and drew a cross at the lower part of his belly.
Ryan said calmly: "Are you ready?"
The pig-headed demon trembled and said: "okey... ok..."
CLANK-clank-clank
Ryan pressed a button under the operating table, and the pig-headed demon's limbs were immediately locked by four iron shackles.
"AAHHH-AH--" the pig-headed demon (ΩДΩ) screamed in fear.
Ryan frowned and said with a knife
"Don't scream, the knife hasn't been used yet. These handcuffs are to prevent you from struggling and affecting my surgical ability. It's for your own good."
The pig-headed demon trembled and said: "Have you ever performed surgery on others before?"
Ryan sharpened the knife and fork and said calmly: "See my teacher killed a pig. You are my first patient, but it's almost the same. I am still very confident in my surgical ability."
"..."
A short silence.
"Ah-ah--I won't do it! I won't do it! Ah--let me go! Let me go!!"
The pig-headed demon roared (ΩДΩ) and struggled frantically.
Ryan's eyes suddenly became violent, and he shouted:
"What a joke! The knife is sharpened, and you say you don't want to do it now! Aren't you afraid that your belly will get bigger and bigger, and then the evil spirit will rip you out of your abdomen?!"
"Since you are on my operating table, I must be responsible for you! You have to do it today! You have to do it whether you want to or not!"
Puff--
Ah---
...
Half an hour later.
[Knife Skill Experience +10]
[Knife Skill Experience +10]
[Surgery Ability +1]
The pig-headed demon lay on the operating table in a daze, his whole body twitching constantly. He didn't know how many times he fainted and woke up from the pain.
And that was the next moment.
"Waul--"
A loud cry resounded throughout the operating room.
Ryan smiled and hugged the little ghost, wiped his sweat, and said:
"Congratulations, the operation was perfectly completed."
And the page of the baby instantly appeared in front of his eyes.
[Evil Spirit Blood Infant (Unformed)]
[Race]: Evil Spirit
[Attribute]: Chaotic Evil
[Level: 1]
[Introduction]: A ghost spirit formed by resentment and ghost energy, and an evil spirit blood infant formed by absorbing a large amount of animal blood. Once formed, it will devour the host's soul and flesh, and gradually grow stronger, turning into a disaster.
The Pig-Headed Demon muttered dully: "Sew...sew it..."