"There are still thirty-eight strokes left. Let's finish it well. We will come over and take a look later." After Cui Ning said this, he also walked out the door.

Xia Xue went to prepare the sacrifices again in a panic, leaving Xiang Qingning and Bilian alone.

The two of you looked at me, and I looked at you. Bilian burst into tears, and she wanted to cry to Qing Ning but had no tears.

"Let's get started." Bilian sniffed and raised her already red and swollen face.

Sweat to the green lemon.

How could she do it?

"Hurry up, otherwise they will be punished even more severely when they come back." Bilian urged her.

Xiang Qingning had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

"Then I...really got beaten?"

"Um."

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to Qing Ning, paused, and then landed on Bi Lian's face with a "pop".

"This won't work, it's too light..." Bilian cried anxiously again.

"No, I don't dare to be too heavy!" Xiang Qingning also had a headache, "It's only been twelve strokes, and your face has already become like this. It's not even a quarter of it. After fifty strokes, your face will be like this."

This face must be ruined."

"If I don't finish my face, my life will be over." Bilian grabbed her arm, raised it, and threw it hard in her face.

Xiang Qingning was caught off guard and was almost knocked down by her.

The force was so strong that her hands were numb, let alone her face?

Seeing blood flowing out of the corner of Bilian's mouth again, Xiang Qingning frowned and bit her lip.

It really can't go on like this, we have to find a way!

Suddenly her eyes lit up, "Yes!"

She raised her eyes and glanced at the door warily. When she saw no one was coming, she motioned to Bilian: "Well, move a little bit and face the door with your back."

Bilian didn't know what she wanted.

Anyway, it's easy to move, just move from kneeling on the side to kneeling with your back to the door.

"Well, this way I can keep an eye on the situation at the door." Xiang Qingning sat down in front of her, face to face with her, and facing the direction of the door.

Then, he quickly took out a large bag of things from his sleeves and poured them all onto the ground with a crash.

"Wha...what?" Bilian was even more confused, but also more anxious. She glanced back nervously: "You'd better slap my mouth quickly."

"Don't worry, I'm helping you."

Xiang Qingning ignored her and looked around: "Hey, there's just no plaster, so we can't make a mold."

There is nothing else that can be used in the mourning hall.

"I can only keep it simple." She picked up one bottle from a pile of small bottles and cans on the ground, and put the rest into her sleeve pocket.

In case someone suddenly came and she didn't have time to hide, safety first, use one to take one.

"What is this?" Seeing her unscrewing the cap of the bottle, pouring out some viscous liquid from it, and pretending to apply it on her face, Bilian stepped back warily: "Golden sore medicine?"

"No, you don't know if I tell you, it won't hurt your face anyway.

"Why do you paint this?"

"After this thing dries, it will be exactly the same as your flesh and skin. Now I'm going to put makeup on your face to make it look like you were slapped fifty times."

After all, she had never heard of it, so Bi Lian was a little confused.

"Let's buy time. Once the buns are ready, Xia Xue should go back."

"But..." Bilian didn't dare.

Not to mention, she had never heard of such a practice. She couldn't easily believe that the other party was from the Queen Mother.

If you are not a relative or a friend, why take the risk to help her?

"Forget it, if I'm discovered, I'll die in an ugly way. You'd better keep slapping my mouth."

"Do you know that with fifty slaps, as hard as you want, even if you don't die, you're not far away from death?" Xiang Qingning asked back.

Bilian was speechless.

How could she not know? Last time, a maid named Zhang Zui almost died in her thirties because her whole face was deformed and swollen like a pig's head. She couldn't eat at all and she had a high fever for several days. She really almost died.

.

"Then...is this really okay? Can't you really...see?" After all, I was still a little worried.

"Just wait until I'm done. If it works, use it. If it doesn't, remove it."

After hearing what Xiang Qingning said, Bilian moved her face closer.

Glancing at the door, Xiang Qingning quickly smeared the vulcanized latex on her face.

In principle, you need to make a mold with plaster first, and then apply vulcanized latex into the mold to make fake skin and flesh, but now there is no plaster.

There isn't even a brush for applying latex, so I have to use my hands.

Fortunately, she is an expert in this field, and has done countless special effects makeup for various film crews after being slapped. She is very good at it. No matter how simple the conditions are, she can turn decay into magic.

After the vulcanized latex is applied, the swelling effect will appear.

Once dry, start coloring.

When she traveled through time, she brought with her a bottle of flesh-colored vulcanized latex and a small bottle of alcohol-based glue, but nothing else. For the color, she took the rouge from the original owner's lime and made her own colorant from some fruits found in the Queen Mother's Palace.

Slowly apply the color from light to dark, and the redness and swelling effect will appear.

In addition to redness and swelling, some areas are blue.

Some places were meridians, some were swollen and shiny, she had to take them into consideration.

"Okay," Xiang Qingning breathed a sigh of relief when he finally finished, "How do you feel?"

"I feel like I can't speak anymore, and it's hard to see things..." Bilian muttered in a slurred voice.

Xiang Qingning smiled, took out a small bronze mirror from his sleeve, and handed it to Bilian: "You can't talk without looking at things, that's right, you are now swollen into a pig's head, and your mouth and eyes are swollen.

."

Bilian was frightened when she saw herself in the bronze mirror.

"Oh my God."

"It's terrible, isn't it? This is what you will look like after fifty blows."

Bilian took the bronze mirror and looked left and right, and said vaguely: "Don't tell me, they really look alike."

"That's it." Xiang Qingning took the bronze mirror from her hand and put it into her sleeve pocket.

Don’t even look at who transformed it?

There were footsteps at the door. Xiang Qing Ning narrowed his eyes and quickly stood up from the ground: "Someone is coming."

When Xia Xue came in with the buns, she saw Xiang Qingning standing there, waving his hands and "hissing" in his mouth.

Looking at Bi Lian who was kneeling on the ground, she was so frightened that she almost dropped the bun in her hand.

"Bilian, you...are you okay?"

Bilian remained silent and spoke to Qing Ning first: "Do you think she's fine? Both of my hands are sore and numb, and my wrist bones are almost broken."

After she finished speaking, Xia Xue glanced at her, with a hint of blame in her eyes.

Xiang Qingning didn't take it seriously either.

Xia Xue thought of what happened just now: "By the way, thank you just now. It was obviously me who made the confession..."

"It's okay, I paid for the buns." Xiang Qingning interrupted her directly.

Originally, the main reason why she took over the responsibility was to find a reasonable excuse for the empty bun.

Then, she remembered her words about throwing the blame to the Queen Mother. In order to prove that what she said was true, she added: "Besides, if you don't hit me, I will hit you too."
Chapter completed!