Yuan Yuan tugged at the corners of his mouth awkwardly as he was caught by his own sister.
He scratched his scalp, not quite comfortable.
"I was just thinking, just thinking, I don't have that kind of idea!"
"I warn you, you can't even think about it."
How could Yuan Qingqing not know what her younger brother was thinking?
Honestly, she was a bit envious too.
Transforming one's weak and powerless limbs into bizarre constructs, making them more versatile and practical.
It sounded great.
However, if this transformation came at the cost of replacing one's human essence, then she would rather not have it.
Duan Chen didn't think too much. He knitted his brows, and an idea surfaced in his mind.
"Could we be considered unlawful entry?"
The others were taken aback.
You wouldn't believe it.
You really wouldn't believe it.
Hill, however, was completely unfazed.
She waved her hand.
"Of course, I entered illegally. Although there's always a quota for me in the capital, I never use it to enter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken you directly from the entrance of the secret realm."
The seemingly foolish girl, at this moment, revealed an intuition beyond that of ordinary people.
She smiled gently.
"Your noble families in the capital are truly strange."
"To actually elevate a monster to godhood."
"What monster?"
Hearing her two sentences, the others quickly pressed for details, especially Jun Ci and Qin Nanyuan.
However, Hill was unwilling to say more.
She shook her head.
"Then I can't tell you."
"This is something you must discover for yourselves. If I were to reveal it, it would lead to terrible consequences."
Duan Chen didn't have that many thoughts. He looked around the surroundings at this moment, his brow furrowed slightly.
"What is this place?"
Hill replied very directly.
"This is a manor I own on the outskirts of the capital."
"Wilbunea once recorded the coordinates of this place, and also the coordinates of the secret realm's entrance and exit. So, the moment we arrived at the secret realm's entrance and exit, he unleashed his full talent and brought us here."
Wilbunea referred to the scarecrow.
To tell the truth.
Hill didn't give ugly names to the bizarre constructs around her.
The one wrapped all over in bandages was called Montserrat.
The dog-headed maid was called Bronya.
The scarecrow was called Wilbunea.
Only that white cat.
Her name was Tu Fu Yuan (Fatty Round).
Tu Fu Yuan clearly remembered this sad fact as well, wagging its tail, and perched on Wilbunea's shoulder, unwilling to say a word.
"According to his personality, if he knew we were out, he would definitely impose full martial law and blockade everything."
Jun Ci said at this moment, his brows tightly furrowed, raising such a profound question.
He looked around at the people, shaking his head.
"Miss Hill is fine. Jun Wuchen might not know you entered the secret realm."
"But as for me and the captain and the few of us..."
They had all left through legitimate channels.
This made things rather troublesome.
If they were to appear openly, they might be arrested on various charges, or directly transferred to the capital and assigned other various arduous tasks to find ways to execute them.
This problem had to be avoided.
But they couldn't hide forever and never show themselves.
Moreover, Jun Ci knew very well that with Jun Wuchen's mad personality, he would likely react immediately, impose a full blockade, and search everywhere.
Then they would be in danger.
"If you're worried about that..."
Hill suddenly spoke at this moment.
Her eyes became a little bright.
"Perhaps I can help you solve it."
"Do you know my other public identity?"
Duan Chen was stunned for a moment.
He thoughtfully realized.
"You mean..."
Hill was delighted that Duan Chen had grasped her meaning, and her eyes widened even further.
As if a tail had grown out of nowhere behind her, she pounced in front of Duan Chen like a pitiful puppy.
"That's right!"
"I am one of the world's most outstanding surgeons, especially skilled in all sorts of cosmetic surgery!"
"How about it? Want to give it a try?!"
Cosmetic surgery.
Hill poured her greatest enthusiasm into persuading them to lie down under her knife.
However, it was a pity that they were all very satisfied with their faces.
Not a single person had any desire for plastic surgery.
Although Hill was disappointed, she didn't force it and proposed another solution.
"Temporary cosmetic surgery?"
Hearing this somewhat novel term, Duan Chen raised his eyebrows.
"What is that?"
Hill smiled and explained.
"Temporary cosmetic surgery is when you temporarily create a face using a bizarre object, relying on a bizarre item."
"This face can perfectly adhere to everyone's skin, and unless a specific method is used, it cannot be removed."
This solution was not bad.
Duan Chen's eyes lit up immediately after he heard it.
"What's the cost?"
"You're interested!?"
Hill covered her mouth in surprise.
She quickly shook her head.
"You don't need to pay any price, just let me do a small experiment!"
"How about it!?"
Duan Chen suddenly felt a surge of air that couldn't go up or down.
He suddenly recalled the feeling of his hair wanting to pop out every time he opened his mouth to speak.
He immediately felt a little nauseated.
The others also recalled.
Duan Chen struggled and shook his head.
"You tell me first, what kind of small experiment will it be?"
Hill smiled, open and radiant.
"It's really just a normal little experiment!"
"Come on, come on!"
Her body at this moment was crudely pieced together.
When she spoke, her head and neck would even split open with black lines due to her excitement, making people feel like they were in a horror movie.
Duan Chen turned his eyes away, unable to bear to look.
He gritted his teeth and agreed.
"As long as you don't go too far, then do as you please."
He never imagined that his words would completely open the cage of a ferocious beast.
...
A day later.
The surgery for the five people lasted an entire day.
They were arranged in five hospital rooms.
Duan Chen stared blankly at the ceiling.
In his heart, only one thought remained.
Why did he agree to Hill in the first place?
Was it a slip of the hand or a slip of the tongue?
Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in his current predicament.
It was all his own fault, all his just deserts.