Number One Ugly Husband

Chapter 048 Even Uglier

The face of the man standing at the door looked like a combination of black and white. The left half of his face was extremely ugly, full of melanoma, while the right half of his face was handsome, with fair skin, thick eyebrows, and bright black eyes. Big and powerful.

"Your face..." Dong Ling Ce looked at Bao Ye in a daze.

"You guys are really surprised, isn't it that the sarcoma is much smaller, why are one or two so surprised." Bao Ye touched the smoothness of the right face: "Hey, the sarcoma has disappeared? It's strange, there were still sarcoma just now, why are you so surprised?" Almost gone?"

Dong Ling raised his eyebrows: "In just one night, the sarcoma disappeared? Have you taken medicine?"

"I didn't use any medicine." Bao Ye was also very puzzled.

"" Useless? Dong Ling Ce half-closed his eyes: "Have you ever had such a situation before?" "

Bao Ye shook his head: "No."

"Your face is really weird." Dong Ling Ce became interested in his face: "Come here."

A flash of vigilance flashed in Baoye's eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Seeing him guarding himself so much, Dong Ling Ce raised the corners of his lips: "I just want to see your face."

Baoye went over with half-belief.

"Bend down."

Bao Ye bent down hesitantly.

Dong Ling Ce pinched his chin, looked at his right cheek, and let out a meaningful sigh.

"Don't laugh like that, I'm getting goosebumps." Bao Ye felt that his smile seemed to be calculating something again: "It's just that the tumor on my face is gone, do you have to keep staring at me? "

"Although only half of the sarcoma on your face has been removed, you can still see your true face. Well, you look pretty good."

"The tumor on only one side of my face is gone?" Bao Ye felt the tumor 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, "Did you not look in the mirror?"

Bao Ye patted his hand on his chin: "I am a slave, where did I get the mirror?"

Dong Ling Ce spread out his right palm, a mirror appeared out of thin air in his palm and handed it to Bao Ye.

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 lightning speed, blocking half of his original appearance and returning to his ugly appearance.

Dong Ling Ce narrowed his black eyes.

Bao Ye looked in the mirror and said in surprise: "Hey, the sarcoma has grown back again? Moreover, it's bigger than before. How could it be like this?"

He poked at the sarcoid and probed into it with divine power, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

Dong Ling Ce said, "Let me see."

This time, Baoye bent down without any hesitation, and took the initiative to hand 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 immediately return to its original appearance.

"I'll see if I can use divine power to heal your face." Dong Lingce concentrated the divine power on his fingertips: "If you are cured, how will you repay me?"

"I still don't want a doctor..." Before Baoye finished speaking, he frowned in pain as if thousands of thin needles were stuck on his face: "It hurts, it hurts."

"It hurts? Why does it hurt? You bear it." Dong Ling Ce increased his divine power, one of the tumors on Baoye's face had just disappeared, and then quickly grew back, and again increased his divine power, the sarcoma disappeared quickly, and grew back quickly, Moreover, every time it got bigger and bigger, other sarcomas bleed out pus and blood.

"No, it hurts too much." Bao Ye was so painful that his soul was trembling, he pushed Dong Ling Ce away suddenly, covered his uncomfortable face, and gasped for breath, and found that his face and hands were sticky, he put down his hands and saw that the palms were all It's pus and blood: "I'll go, are you sure you're treating my face? You're not messing with me on purpose?"

Dong Ling Ce could see from the swollen water on his forehead and neck that he was not pretending to be in pain, he sneered and said, "Your face is not blocked, and there are no other abnormalities, but my divine power can't cure your ordinary sarcoma, There is indeed a problem."

"Will melanoma be life-threatening to my body?" Bao Ye asked pretending to be concerned. In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether it is dangerous or not, he will leave anyway.

"For the time being, there is no danger."

"That's good, I'm going to wash my face."

Dong Ling Ce nodded when he saw that the pus and blood were flowing to the ground, and the moment Bao Ye left and the door closed, the red string bracelet on his wrist lit up bright red.

Red light again?

Dong Ling Ce frowned and took off the bracelet: "Is it malfunctioning, or----"

If it doesn't work, why does it only work for one person?

Dong Ling Ce squinted his eyes and pulled out the bracelet, becoming more and more curious and interested in Bao Ye.

Bao Ye, who was washing his face in the bathroom, shuddered inexplicably. He rubbed his arms and said, "It must be that the mental illness is thinking about me." He splashed water on his face, but the pus and blood continued to flow.

"What's the matter with this face?" Bao Ye looked at the sarcoma on his face in the mirror. The melanoma treated by Dong Ling Ce before was bigger than before, so big that it almost blocked his eyesight.

Back at the Ministry of Health, Lao Liu was once again surprised by Bao Ye's face.

Nian Gao gloated: "You are uglier than in the morning."

Bao Ye: "..."

When it was time to get off work, the tornado finally stopped, the sky was filled with a strong smell of blood, and it rained garbage.

All kinds of rubbish and corpses fell from the sky and fell to the ground with ping-pong-pong noises.

After two cataclysms, Bow City was almost reduced to ruins.

For the next three days, the days were very peaceful. 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 gathered together to celebrate, but they couldn't laugh when they saw the stinking corpses all over the floor!

Driven by 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 sheds and beds that were swept away and rebuild them. If the materials are not enough, they can only ask the slave owners Apply to buy materials.

As long as the materials are not expensive, slave owners will generally approve the purchase of materials for construction.

Senior slaves are responsible for helping seriously injured slaves so that they] can stand up again, but only if the leader of the senior slave team in your area is a sympathetic person, otherwise, don’t let senior slaves save people, It would be nice if they didn't step on you while you were hurt.

But, is the game of gods really over like this?

Looking at the blue sky, Bao Ye curled his lips sarcastically. The god should want the slaves to be happy first, and then let them suffer. This is the real purpose of the god's game.

"We've arrived at the factory, everyone get out of the car." Deacon Zhu's voice interrupted Bao Ye's thoughts.

Baoye came back to his senses and saw that Jiang Yu didn't dare to jump out of the car as usual, looking left and right to find a place to climb down, so he asked aloud, "Old Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yu sighed: "I'm old and useless, I don't dare to jump like before."

The main reason is that he has been so frightened by the game of gods recently, his body has deteriorated immediately, and his hands and feet have become less flexible than before.

"Let me check your body." Bao Ye took his pulse.

Because Jiang Yu has been working as a coolie for many years, he has suffered from many diseases in his body. Now that he is getting older, various problems have emerged one after another.

"You know how to watch?" Jiang Yu looked at Bao Ye in surprise.

Bao Ye pushed Jiang Yu to sit down: "I'll massage your hands and feet, it will make you feel better.

When Deacon Zhu saw Jiang Yu sitting down, he immediately chased him away with a whip: "Damn old man, don't get out of the car yet."

Jiang Yu was startled, and wanted to stand up, but was firmly held down by Bao Ye.

Bao Ye held the whip that Deacon Zhu was swinging, and said in a deep voice, "Go down later."

The slaves who got out of the car turned their heads one after another.

"Ugly slave, do you dare not obey my order?" Deacon Zhu raised his whip again.

Baoye glanced at him coldly, the sharp look in his eyes made Deacon Zhu's heart skip a beat, and the whip in his hand couldn't be swung for a long time.

Jiang Yu was afraid to look at Deacon Zhu, then at Bao Ye who was concentrating on massaging his legs, and whispered, "Go back and press it again."

Bao Ye said, "Just a few minutes."

Du Peng, Xiaowei and the others under the car looked at each other, very surprised that Baoye refused to obey Deacon Zhu's order because of Jiang Yu.

Bao Ye used his supernatural power to loosen Jiang Yu's muscles and bones, and repair the strained bones: "Get up and see if your body feels better?"

Jiang Yu got up and moved his body, happily said: "My joints don't hurt anymore, ugly slave, how did you do it?"

Bao Ye smiled without saying a word.

Deacon Zhu stared at Baoye, with a flash of thought in his eyes, he turned around and asked the driver to continue driving.

Jiang Yu looked at the big truck in the distance: "Ugly slave, it seems to have changed."

Xiaowei sneered: "You just ate a few bowls of rice from him and massaged your legs once, and you feel that he has become a good person. One day he fucked you while you were not paying attention, and when you cried .”

Jiang Yu's face turned pale.

Du Peng scoffed coldly, shook his head and walked towards the factory.

The others followed.

In the car, Baoye 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 get there."

Bao Ye guessed that maybe Dong Ling Ce had come up with some other trick to play tricks on him, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The big truck drove all the way to Xicheng District

The Xicheng District was very dirty and messy. There was no one to clean up the garbage, nor dragged the corpses to be burned, and no one helped to rescue the seriously injured low-level slaves. All kinds of stench filled the air, making people sick.

The large truck stopped at the gate of a certain venue.

Deacon Zhu jumped out of the car and said to the two high-ranking slaves guarding the door, "Here they are."

One of the high-ranking slaves spat, walked to the rear compartment and shouted at Bao Ye: "Get out."

Baoye frowned, jumped out of the car,

Deacon Zhu said, "I'll leave it to you."

The senior slave said: "Help our boss and thank your master."

"Yeah." Deacon Zhu got into the back compartment, saw Bao Ye looking around and said, "From today onwards, you will be working in Xicheng District, and Boss Lu will arrange your whereabouts. I will not come to Xicheng District to pick you up again. .”

When Baoye heard him mention Boss Lu, he frowned even tighter. It didn't sound like Dong Lingce's arrangement. If he wanted to play tricks on himself, he didn't need to be transferred to Xicheng District.

Then who is the master in their mouth?

Bao Ye thought for a while, yes, the real master of the original body was indeed not Dong Ling Ce, but the slave master who had arranged for him to work at Dong Ling Ce's construction site.

"What did the master arrange for me to come here?"