After more than ten minutes, the skin-painting ghost Zhou Xin stood by, waiting for Zhao Yan's inspection.
"Master, I'm done. Please take a look," the skin-painting ghost said.
"How is it, Xinxin? Do you feel any discomfort?" Zhao Yan asked first.
Wu Jiaxin opened her eyes and jumped around in place, shaking her head. "Sister Zhao, I don't feel any discomfort."
Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief and then observed Wu Jiaxin's face.
"Master, I made a change here," the skin-painting ghost Zhou Xin pointed to the left and right sides of Wu Jiaxin.
On both sides of Wu Jiaxin's face, there were some acne scars. Now, the acne scars had disappeared, and the areas where the scars were had become much fairer and smoother.
"Xinxin, take a look," Zhao Yan said.
Wu Jiaxin picked up a mirror and looked at herself, touching the area of the acne scars. She said happily, "Sister Zhao, this acne scar has really disappeared!"
"This method is so magical."
As she spoke, Wu Jiaxin kept looking in the mirror.
"Sister Zhao, my forehead and chin skin are not very good. Can you change them too?"
Zhao Yan said sternly, "Everyone desires beauty, but you shouldn't be consumed by it. If you are, what's the difference between you and Chen Hui?"
"Desire is endless. If you're not satisfied with your chin today, you won't be satisfied with your entire body tomorrow."
She had seen many girls in the news who underwent plastic surgery multiple times to become more beautiful. Initially, they just wanted double eyelids.
After getting double eyelids, they started to dislike their flat noses and got rhinoplasty, followed by liposuction, and so on. Many ended up dying on the operating table. Some even had hundreds of surgeries on their bodies, ultimately losing their original beauty.
"What Master says is right," the skin-painting ghost Zhou Xin nodded.
"Therefore, we must learn to control our desires and not fall into the trap of desire."
The skin-painting ghost Zhou Xin nodded for the second time. "Master is right."
"Chen Hui couldn't control her desires. After becoming beautiful, she wanted to become even more beautiful and maintain that beauty. This is undoubtedly going astray," Zhao Yan said gravely.
The skin-painting ghost nodded earnestly. "Master, yes, yes, yes!"
Wu Jiaxin thought about Zhao Yan's words and suddenly felt a chill of fear.
"Fortunately, Sister Zhao, you enlightened me. Otherwise, I might have gotten my chin done and then wanted to do my forehead."
"Yes, you need to learn to control yourself," Zhao Yan said.
Wu Jiaxin thought for a moment and asked, "Then, Sister Zhao, should we only do the business of changing skin on a small area?"
Zhao Yan waved her hand. "No, we will also do the business of changing skin on a large area, and we can earn merit by doing so."
"Wouldn't that contradict what you just said?" Wu Jiaxin asked, confused.
Zhao Yan said, "Our users are targeted at those who have been scalded by boiling water or burned by fire."
"This project is not open to people who are completely unharmed."
"And we only do one-time business. After doing it, if they want to do other parts of their body again, we will refuse."
Zhao Yan had this idea when she first saw the skin-painting technique.
The skin-painting ghost is influenced by the greed of the person being controlled. The stronger the greed of the controller, the more the skin-painting ghost's greed will increase.
Just like Chen Hui, because her greed was too strong, the skin-painting ghost shared a body with her.
Zhao Yan felt that the skin-painting ghost was a double-edged sword. If used well, it could benefit the people; if used poorly, it would backfire.
"Then, Sister Zhao, was Chen Hui's cause of death due to painting a face?" Wu Jiaxin asked curiously.
Zhao Yan recalled Chen Hui's appearance and shook her head. "No, she probably had her entire body changed, and she was still not satisfied, ultimately sharing a body with the skin-painting ghost."
She thought of Chen Hui's face and had seen Chen Hui with three different faces.
The first was the face after changing her appearance, and the second was her face showing the skin-painting ghost and her original face.
"Xinxin, go and post an update on our account. If anyone in the family has been burned on the face by fire or scalded by boiling water, they can come."
"The spots are limited, only five times a month," Zhao Yan told Wu Jiaxin.
It wasn't about playing hard to get. She couldn't let the skin-painting ghost paint skin every day. If too many people were painted and the ghost came into contact with all sorts of people, its malevolent intentions would inevitably increase, and it would become a skin-peeling maniac. Then she would become a wanted criminal by the underworld.
"Sister Zhao, how should we set the price!" Wu Jiaxin asked.
Zhao Yan thought for a moment. "How much does a facial surgery usually cost?"
"It can cost tens of thousands, and if you want a full makeover, it can range from hundreds of thousands to millions," Wu Jiaxin replied.
Zhao Yan shook her head. "That's too expensive. Wealthy people who have been burned by fire or fried by oil would have already gone for surgery. Those who haven't done it are likely from families that cannot afford it."
"But it can't be zero cost, and it's not about making money from this. It's just so that people don't feel like they owe us."
Zhao Yan scratched the back of her head and held up three fingers. "How about three thousand yuan?"
Wu Jiaxin hummed softly. "This price is acceptable."
"Okay, then go and post the update," Zhao Yan said.
Wu Jiaxin picked up her phone, typed a line of text, and immediately posted the update.
Zhao Yan pulled up a stool, broke its legs, and used a cleaver to chop it, starting to make a spirit tablet for the skin-painting ghost Zhou Xin.
"You don't have to wander around outside all day anymore. You're officially employed now."
"Once I finish making this spirit tablet, it will be equivalent to your workstation."
"Work hard, and even as a ghost, you can have something to look forward to."
"Besides, this isn't 996. You only have to work ten days a month."
Zhou Xin sat to the side, propping his chin and watching Zhao Yan chop the small stool, muttering, "Before you caught me, I didn't have to do anything and slept all day."
"Now that you've caught me, I have to work ten days a month."
"You're such a young ghost, always wanting to sleep. Have you no ambition?"
"What's wrong, Master? Do you expect me to study for a postgraduate degree instead of sleeping?"
The account had over 200,000 followers. As soon as Wu Jiaxin posted the update, there were many reposts, comments, and messages.
Only a minority were asking for details.
When Wu Jiaxin posted the price of three thousand, the comments became even more numerous.
She scrolled through many comments, and most people thought she was advertising a beauty salon.
Zhao Yan didn't look at too many comments. After carving the spirit tablet for Zhou Xin, she let Zhou Xin choose a spot and place it there.
"This spot here," Zhou Xin pointed to a corner.
"Alright," Zhao Yan nodded, pulled up a table, placed Zhou Xin's spirit tablet on it, and offered him a plate of fruit.
"Remember to come to work tomorrow. I'll change the fruit plate for you with fresh fruit every day."
"Where's the fruit? Is this fruit plate just a plate?" Zhou Xin's eyes widened as he looked at the empty fruit plate.