Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 697 This is how you play, right?

The expected sparse gray hair did not appear, and the greasy scalp grime or the mysterious stuff that clung to it was nowhere to be found.

There was only a smooth, pale... bald spot!
The color of his scalp was as even as that of meticulously polished cold jade. Under the overly bright lights in the room, it even had an uncomfortable, almost blinding pale sheen. There wasn't a single wrinkle or blemish. It was so clean that it was almost eerie!
Xiao Ran froze on the spot, her breath catching in her throat for a moment.

"Good guy!!"

He inwardly exclaimed, "Good heavens!" A sense of absurdity surged to the top of his head.

Having witnessed the despicable tactics of the Ghostly Food Lord in deliberately giving low scores, Xiao Ran thought that was the limit. She never expected that the person before her was the true master, ruthless to the point of being completely unexpected!

You have a completely bald head, not a single hair to be found, and you come here to have your hair combed? This isn't just picking a fight, it's practically performance art!

The air seemed frozen by this absurd scene. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the blurry bronze mirror faithfully reflecting this comical yet chilling spectacle.

A young man holding a headscarf stared dumbfounded at the "hard-boiled egg" that gleamed under the lamplight.

The old man sitting upright in the chair was using a bronze mirror to capture every subtle detail of Xiao Ran's astonishment, speechlessness, and even the impending outburst of anger on her face.

His plump face beamed with an even brighter smile, his mouth stretching almost to his ears, revealing a malicious pleasure akin to a mischievous child who had triumphed in a prank.

"What?" A hoarse, grating voice broke the silence, like sandpaper rubbing against rotten wood, carrying a deliberately exaggerated question, "Little Master, is there... a problem?"

A problem? Xiao Ran was already cursing inwardly. "Don't you have any self-awareness about whether there's a problem or not??"

"Even if Wu Man is incompetent, at least she has some pots and pans to make something to fool people! What about you? You're just a barren Gobi desert, and you expect me to grow a forest for you?!"

This is not just making things difficult, it's a blatant insult!
"Okay, okay, let's play like this..."

Xiao Ran felt a cold smile welling up inside her, like an icy river surging. A surge of anger, as if she had been tricked, rose three feet high, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

"No problem! Grandpa, this job of yours is incredibly difficult! No one else could do it well, but you've come to the right person by meeting me, Xiao Ran! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" He patted his chest, full of pride.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! I look forward to your performance."

Upon receiving this unwavering guarantee, the old man's smile suddenly became as bright and scorching as oil poured on charcoal, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened into deep furrows.

Xiao Ran stopped wasting words and turned around swiftly. The extinguished stove was relit, and orange flames licked the black bottom of the pot. Cold water was poured in, and it gradually emitted a faint hissing sound.

Before long, water vapor rose and white mist spread.

"Grandpa, relax first. You'll see better results if you loosen your muscles and tendons." Xiao Ran soaked the towel in water, drained it, and then handed the warm towel to the old man. She first placed it on the old man's head, and then placed a second warm towel on his eyes.

"Hiss... That feels so good!"

Feeling the lingering warmth of the towel, the old man sat in the chair and unconsciously stretched his arms and legs, relaxing his whole body.

Having done all that, Xiao Ran turned to the bamboo basket and pulled out a bundle wrapped in red cloth from under it. Her eyes narrowed slightly: "This is it."

Before long, the old man felt a slight coolness on his head. Xiao Ran removed the towel and said, "Grandpa, my technique is a bit strong, so it might sting a little later. Please bear with it."

Faced with Xiao Ran's reminder, the old man waved his hand dismissively: "It's alright, it's alright, go ahead and do it."

Xiao Ran looked up at the bronze mirror, a smile spreading across her face. She gently raised her hand, and threads of fate flew from her fingertips, instantly piercing the old man's scalp as her gaze sharpened.

"Ouch!"

Even though the elderly man sitting in the chair was already mentally prepared, he couldn't help but scream.

Reaching out to remove the towel from her face, she took a closer look and saw that Xiao Ran's palm was placed on the top of her head, and her originally bald head was now covered with gray and white hair.

"what you do!!"

Seeing this, the old man's eyes widened, and he struggled to sit up.

But Xiao Ran didn't give him a chance. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and used the Spirit Binding Technique. In the next moment, iron chains emerged from the ground and tightly bound the old man to the chair.

"Grandpa, please don't move around, otherwise the hair extensions will look bad if they're put in the wrong place."

"hair?"

The old man glanced to the side and saw a row of dense hairs hanging on the carrying pole beside him. All of these hairs were shaved off by Xiao Ran from other people's heads.

Xiao Ran originally kept this hair, intending to braid it into a rope so that it could be used as a weight in a curse spell when needed.

I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly.

Aren't you bald? I'll attach some hair for you first; it'll be like a hair transplant for you. The old man probably never dreamed that this hairdresser's skills weren't just limited to combing hair, but also included the ability to sew up corpses.

Guided by the stitches of fate, strand after strand of hair was attached to the old man's head.

Upon seeing this, the old man became enraged and began to curse.

"You beast, you beast! Stop it! I'm not doing it anymore!"

"Sigh, old man, this is not up to you. Whether you do it or not is your business, but whether you stop or not is my business."

Xiao Ran not only didn't stop, but even took out the [Luban Hand], activated it, and placed it on her shoulder to help her with the hair extensions.

With the addition of Lu Ban's hand, Xiao Ran's speed increased significantly.

Xiao Ran even went so far as to braid these strands of hair together to create a braid on the top of the old man's head.

However, Xiao Ran's skills in this area were not very good. After she finished weaving it, she found that it looked more like two 'big lumps' placed on the old man's head, one on the left and one on the right.

The old man's face turned green.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran felt quite guilty, so she braided another small braid for the old man. However, perhaps because she was too nervous, Xiao Ran accidentally braided the braid in front of the hair.

The black braid was neither too long nor too short, just reaching the old man's nose.

Although the two balls no longer resembled plumes, the combination of these two round spheres with a braid in the middle was still quite irresistible.

Looking at the hairstyle, Xiao Ran felt a little embarrassed herself and reminded him, "Grandpa, this hairstyle is actually not bad, but please don't do a handstand after you go out, otherwise Grandma might accuse you of being a pervert."

"Aaaaah!! This is outrageous! You've gone too far!!"

The old man is going crazy; anyone with this thing on their head would probably be unable to withstand it.

"Grandpa, how can you say that? People are begging me for my skills."

Xiao Ran said with an exaggerated expression that he put away the Spirit Binding and released the old man on the chair.

After regaining his freedom, the old man immediately became furious and tried to pull his hair out.

But these hairs were all sewn on by Xiao Ran with the stitches of fate; even if she tore off her own scalp, these hairs couldn't be pulled off.

“You!! You!!”

After several attempts, the old man grimaced in pain, tears welling up in his eyes. Once he realized he couldn't pull the hair off his head, he glared fiercely at Xiao Ran with red eyes.

Xiao Ran, however, remained nonchalant, silently picking up her razor: "Grandpa, please sit down first. We still need to shave, otherwise how will you rate me?"

Xiao Ran's words only made things worse; they caused the strange-haired man to jump up and start cursing.

"Fuck your grandma's legs!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body transformed into a black wind, stirring up thick black mist as he flew up, and disappeared from Xiao Ran's sight the next second.

Wait until the black wind dissipates.

When Xiao Ran looked up, she found herself still standing on the street; the house and the old man had all disappeared.

"They...left?"

Xiao Ran had considered many possible outcomes, but her worst-case scenario was that her ghost story would fail and she would have to accept the punishment.

But the old man actually left.

I did not receive any failure notification, nor did I receive any success notification.

"No..." Xiao Ran held the razor, looked up for a long time, and shouted, "Now that you're gone, is this a failure or a success?"

On the empty street, no one responded to Xiao Ran.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran could only sigh. Actually, his plan was to shave the hair off after giving him the extensions.

Who would have thought this old man was so impatient?

Xiao Ran waited there for a while, making sure the old man wasn't planning to come back, before picking up her carrying pole and heading home...

(End of this chapter)