Snow was amused by Li Ziran's instructions. Line up? With business as slow as it was, who would even come? Besides, dusk was almost here, when there would be even fewer customers.
Perhaps he was joking.
The operating table stood right by the entrance, making it easy for people to watch him work. She had to admit that this method of modifying shells was quite a spectacle. Especially when the scalpel sliced open the Brass Giant's shell, cut by cut, it drew occasional screams from the onlookers nearby, never mind when Li Ziran pulled the heart straight out.
But none of that would bring in customers.
Snow had seen it plenty of times, yet watching it again still left her shaken. If she hadn't known this was a business, she would have thought she was witnessing a slaughter.
She could hardly imagine anyone lining up for this sort of business. At that moment, Li Ziran was cutting open the Brass Giant's head, modifying a small, earthy-yellow cerebellum.
This full-body modification took even longer than she had imagined. She had thought he would finish in half an hour, but an hour had passed, and Li Ziran had only just managed to shroud the head in a hazy mist.
The operation had to proceed from the inside out. All the internal organs had to be modified before the nerves and blood vessels, and even the bones needed alterations. To her, this seemed more troublesome than assembling an entirely new shell.
Only after two hours and forty-eight minutes did wisps of mist slowly begin to drift over the Brass Giant's surface, gradually circulating as Li Ziran continued his work.
It took far too long.
By the time the Brass Giant left the shop, the derivative space had gone completely dark. The pedestrians on