Chapter 568: Carving and Reshaping

There are quite a few abandoned resource-based cities. When a certain non-renewable resource that can be mined is discovered in a certain place, humans will build a city around that place.

Generally, the size of the city is determined by the amount of resources. There will only be a camp on the periphery of those with less resources.

Basically, all the work in this resource-based city will revolve around that resource, such as coal mines, oil, etc.

But resources will always be exhausted. People live because of it, and die because of it. When resources are exhausted, the vitality of the city will disappear, humans will slowly move out, the population will become smaller and smaller, and it will be abandoned soon.

The town under their feet is probably this kind of town.

The town is not small. It seems that there are about a hundred households. There are still a lot of coal slag left on the street, and there are even rails for transportation on the street.

It is not the rails of the train, but the mine transporter in the mine. It is only one-fifth the size of the locomotive and can be operated by one person.

Generally, this kind of rails only appear in mines. The fact that they can appear so blatantly on the main street can only mean that everyone in this town is a miner, or most of them, otherwise it will affect their daily lives too much.

Ye Tingbai: "How do I get in?"

Chun Xia took the broken jade in her hand and gently scratched it diagonally at the empty space. A gap appeared in that place. Inside the gap, there was a lot of noise, as if some kind of gathering was being held.

"Sister Wang, how much is your engraving knife? Don't fool me, old customers~"

"Six hundred yuan, the latest model, no bargaining!"

"Boss, have you applied for early engraving?"

"Oh, I dare not say that, customers come in and talk!"

Ye Tingbai listened carefully for a few minutes. The gap closed automatically because it took too long, but he didn't understand after listening for a long time. There were people here, and quite a lot.

The most important thing is that they seemed to be at a market.

Secondary personality: "Everything is very normal, the tone of speech is still responsive, the heartbeat also fluctuates with emotions, and the sound of blood flowing is also within the normal range. It seems that everyone here is an ordinary person?"

Ye Tingbai: "Ordinary people are outrageous"

If there were a group of monsters here, Ye Tingbai might have rushed in with a knife, but suddenly a bunch of ordinary people came out, and he didn't know how to deal with them. And why are there so many ordinary people?

Ye Tingbai turned his head and looked at the little monk: "Is the place where you live like this?"

Chunxia: "No, my master and I live in the bamboo forest. There is no one. I have never seen many people since I grew up.

But I didn't feel any breath of resentful souls, which is different from the breath on your broken jade."

Chunxia directly sees through the essence of the soul. The emotions of the soul and the emotions of human beings are two different things in Chunxia's view, and her ability is also quite accurate. It has helped him a lot before, so Ye Tingbai must believe her.

But if a key is stained with resentment, then the world that the key leads to is peaceful, isn't it too fake?

Ye Tingbai casually took out a long knife and prepared to use his dream body to explore the way first. After all, the dream body would only be seriously injured if it died, and it would recover quickly with the nourishment of divine power.

Ye Tingbai: "I'll go in and take a look, and protect them both."

Secondary personality: "Well, don't worry."

The broken jade moved, and another space crack appeared, but this time there was no sound inside, and the evil aura that came over made Ye Tingbai feel uncomfortable all over.

Ye Tingbai: "Something is wrong, use your key to scratch it again!"

The little monk immediately picked up the broken jade in his hand and scratched it at another empty space. The noisy shopping sound appeared again, the same place, two spaces.

The most important thing is that the little monk's key is still a replica, but it turns out that this replica is more useful.

Secondary personality: "Wu Yi talked about the theory of the inner and outer worlds, but the sandwich world has not been verified. Could it be that the key of the third brother goes to the inner world?

Chun Xia happened to copy a key to the sandwich world?"

Ye Tingbai: "That's possible. Could it be that the grandson of the third brother wants to cheat me again?"

Secondary personality: "I won't cheat you. He may not have been in. Logically, we should go to this sandwich world to take a look."

Ye Tingbai: "Well, wait!"

Ye Tingbai turned and stepped into the space gap drawn by the little monk. After passing through the space door, he came to a long street full of lights and wine. People came and went on the street, and they were dressed very retro.

Ye Tingbai stood firm and immediately hid in the corner. This place is definitely not normal!

Because almost everyone has a mask sewn on their face. It is a mask similar to marble, and everyone has two blush-like origins on their cheeks.

Or it is more like the red circles on the faces of those people in the paper-making shop.

The masks of these people fit their faces perfectly. If not for the fact that everyone's masks were roughly the same, he would even think that they grew out of their faces.

Near the base of the cheeks and ears, the masks and their normal skin have been fused together, with a transition zone of about one centimeter. Moreover, although the masks on these people's faces have the same texture as marble, they can make a variety of expressions.

Their faces are soft!

After careful observation, not all people have no masks on their faces, only the children's faces have no masks.

Ye Tingbai lowered his head and used his divine power to pinch out a similar mask and put it on his face to make himself look less conspicuous. He glanced at the shop next to him.

Old Zhang is retouching his face

There happened to be a girl who just entered the store. She was wearing a cheongsam and was a little fat, but her face was really delicate. Excluding the texture of the mask, she was also a top-notch beauty.

"Lao Zhang, give me another trim. I want to be thinner!"

The boss was an old man with a white beard. Ye Tingbai stared at the beard carefully and could not find any trace of fakery. Their masks can not only make expressions, but also grow beards?

"Miss Sun, I have trimmed your face dozens of times. I really can't trim it anymore. It's already very perfect. If you get thinner, it won't be coordinated!"

A face that is extremely delicate and thin, coupled with a bloated and fat body, is it coordinated now?

The boss seemed to have some conscience, but the woman was relentless and wanted the boss to trim her. In the end, the two of them were deadlocked, and the woman finally gave in.

"Well, if you are unhappy these two days, change me to a crying face!"

Crying face?

When the woman mentioned the crying face, Ye Tingbai noticed the expression on her face. He found that even if the woman was arguing with the boss, she would only make one expression, that is, a smile, a very charming smile, as if it was set in advance.

The boss was the same, either entering calmly or frowning.

Looking at everyone in the town, he found that everyone in this strange town had only one expression, more than 90% of the people were smiling, and ordinary smiles could not be found in the crowd.

The transaction in the store was still going on. The boss did not refuse the request to change the crying face. He let the woman lie on a clean bed and closed the curtain.

Ye Tingbai did not have the X-ray vision of the secondary personality, so he could only bite the bullet and touch in. Fortunately, he had a magic to eliminate the breath, and he could also achieve physical invisibility at a critical moment.

He had not studied the principle of invisibility, and he did not have similar magic in his hands. At most, he could only be optically invisible without understanding. If he observed carefully, he might still be discovered, so he had to be careful.

But fortunately, there was no sound, and the two ordinary people did not find him. Ye Tingbai touched the outside of the curtain and secretly looked inside.

The boss poked a tube of white liquid into the woman's cheek. The technique was very rough. Two syringes as thick as thumbs were poked in less than a second. The woman's face was visibly bulging.

But the woman did not scream. She did not seem to feel any pain.

Then the man took out a professional tool, like the kind of fire tongs used to clamp charcoal from the stove. The tongs clamped the woman's original mask and pulled it upwards. The woman's face was pulled off alive. The facial features were bloody and there was no normal skin.

So the mask that was pulled off was her face.

Old Zhang threw the removed mask into the trash can, and then took out a new one from the cabinet next to it. The cabinet where the mask was placed was not a refrigerator, but an ordinary utility cabinet. There were even the old man's dishes and chopsticks in it.

The old man put the new mask on, and after about five minutes, the mask and the woman's face grew together again.

He didn't continue to watch, because the face replacement was over, no disinfection, no suture, just like that, this is almost impossible to complete in the outside world.

The problem is that Ye Tingbai can't find any abnormalities, no pollution, no divine power, he doesn't know what special power has done all this.

Ye Tingbai went back to the door and casually threw two divine arts to identify souls at the pedestrians on the roadside. This divine art is only useful for humans. If these things are not human, nothing can be detected. The result is even more surprising, all silver souls.

In the normal world, most ordinary people's souls are not even white. Those people's souls have long been mixed with pollution, and silver is already precious.

He also discussed this issue with Bian Geng. When the outer gods did not intervene in this world, silver souls were very common, but later the quality of human souls has been declining.

If a person can live in a pollution-free world since childhood, perhaps his soul can be like these people now.

Although this town is full of weirdness, it at least looks very harmonious. He didn't feel any smell of pollutants. Compared with the polluted world outside, this place is already a pure land.

Ye Tingbai quietly retreated without disturbing anyone.

Li Xiaoxiao: "How is it, how is it, can we go in?"

Ye Tingbai made a few expressionless masks and asked the three people to wear them. When he was standing on the roadside with the mask, someone noticed him, but they just took a look and left, so it was no problem for him to bring a few more people in.

Ye Tingbai: "Put on the mask, try not to talk if you can, come to this position and open a door!"

The buildings in the world inside are roughly the same as those outside, but there are obviously more buildings inside than outside. If there are one hundred abandoned houses in the normal world, there may be two hundred or even three hundred here.

But all the buildings in the normal world are reflected in the mezzanine world.

The projection mechanism of the inner and outer worlds seems to be applicable to this mezzanine world. The little monk put on the mask and opened another door, and several people stepped in together.

The place Ye Tingbai chose was the gap between two shops, where basically no one could see.

Li Xiaoxiao: "Facelift accessories. What are they selling?"

Ye Tingbai: "It should be a carving knife or something like that. All the faces here have masks, and this kind of mask can be carved and modified.

Even replaced."

Several people lowered their heads and left the alley. It was already night, but the number of people on the street did not decrease at all, but instead increased.

Most of the shops in this town are related to facial repair. More than half of them sell facial repair tools, some maintain masks, some adjust masks, and some sell special skin care products.

Several people walked around the street and found that the place that should have been a mine cave has now become a siege city, named Carving House.

Ye Tingbai: "Eye Engraving. Face Repairing

Several shops were discussing the qualifications for face engraving before. What is the relationship between face engraving and face repairing?"

Subpersonality: "Two of those who asked about the qualifications for face engraving were not wearing masks, and one was with a child. This face engraving is probably a name for wearing a mask.

Face engraving comes first, and face repairing comes later."

Ye Tingbai: "Well, that makes sense. Little monk, did you see anything?"

Chun Xia: "Don't call me Little Monk, I have a name, call me Chun Xia!

I didn't feel any resentment at all. These people's souls are very rigid, and they feel that they have lost themselves. This is just my feeling. At least on the surface, these people are very normal."

Ye Tingbai: "So you didn't find anything?"

Subpersonality: "I saw a girl about 25 years old without a mask on the street. If you don't have any ideas, I suggest you go and meet that girl.

She is the only one of her age who doesn't wear a mask."

Ye Tingbai: "Sure enough, I still have to look to the little deputy at the critical moment!"

Subpersonality also remembered the direction the girl left, and they followed that direction to a residential area.

Li Xiaoxiao: "The person disappeared a long time ago. How did you find the way?"

Subpersonality: "It's not difficult to distinguish by the size and age of the footprints. This is it. I live alone."

Li Xiaoxiao: "Wow~ Where are the footprints on the ground!"

Ye Tingbai: "If you want to admire me, go back and talk about it. Hide behind me and don't come out."

Ye Tingbai went up and knocked on the door. The light was still on in the house. It was an ordinary kerosene lamp. This town has electricity, and most people use electric lights. They have walked all the way and have not seen many people who still use kerosene lamps like this.

Life seems to be very difficult?

Creaky~

The door opened, and the one who pushed it open was a very ordinary girl with a square face and a few freckles.

"Who are you?"