Chapter 68 She is very fragile, take it easy on
the eighth day.
"Honey, thank you for your hard work."
Su Bingyao turned to look at her husband who was about to go out.
"Come back soon."
"Yeah."
After Li Ran left home, the smile on Li Ran's face disappeared again.
Although the house was very clean, he could still see that some corners were deliberately covered with things.
And Su Bingyao's face became increasingly pale, looking haggard and tired.
Obviously, the little boy came out to cause trouble again last night.
The reason why he was able to sleep soundly until dawn was because Su Bingyao and Li Ziyang guarded him at night.
I accompany Li Ziyang to do homework, help with washing dishes and housework, and after taking a shower, it's already 11:30 in the evening.
The plan to expect Su Bingyao to wear the jersey finally came to nothing.
It was near midnight last night, and Li Ran forced himself to fall asleep.
His sleep has always been very good. As long as he falls asleep, he can sleep until dawn without waking up.
In fact, he wanted to catch that little bastard more than anyone else.
"Give me a little more time!" Li Ran had firm eyes and clenched his fists.
However, Su Bingyao and Li Ziyang's various strange behaviors indicate that they have realized that they are monsters.
To be precise, the consciousness that originally belonged to humans has returned to its original form.
So there are more people with emotions and worries, and people who need to be protected.
Although he didn't know what caused the return of consciousness, Li Ran thought it was a good thing.
At least when he returns home in the future, he will feel that he is no longer a monster, but a family member with flesh and blood and emotions.
Arrive at the community meeting point.
Lu Zhaohui did not come today, but Song Linjia, who had been absent for two days, appeared.
Song Linjia's guile value has not improved much.
"What's wrong with you these past two days? I can't contact you." Li Ran asked.
Song Linjia was sitting in the pavilion, holding her chin in her hand and looking into the distance, wondering what she was thinking.
Li Ran thought she was weird and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
(She is very fragile now, please take it easy.)
A line of prompts appeared above Song Linjia's head.
"Very crispy?" Li Ran became even more confused after reading the prompt.
Does it refer to inner vulnerability, or what?
"I, I don't want to die yet, save me, save me." Song Linjia raised her head with a look of horror on her face, her eyes full of pleading.
"What happened?" Li Ran frowned.
"Creak~Creak~"
Song Linjia slowly stood up and made a strange sound, like the sound of two porcelains colliding together.
"I, I was discovered... He, he threw him into a kiln... There was fire all around, so hot, so hot... I shouted for help, but no one answered me... It was too... too hot , I passed out... When I woke up, the fire had gone out, and I... I escaped."
Song Linjia twisted her head, her head swayed from side to side frame by frame, and she held on tightly with both hands. Holding Li Ran's arms, his body made a "crunching" sound.
Li Ran looked at Song Linjia in disbelief. Something was very wrong with Song Linjia at this moment.
Stiff in expression, slow in movement, and mechanical in movement, she looked like a puppet on wind-up.
"Li Ran, what's wrong with me? I...I feel...something's wrong with my body." Song Linjia shook her head frame by frame, her expression full of panic.
Li Ran was extremely horrified, and he carefully helped Song Linjia onto the stone bench in the pavilion.
Song Linjia slowly sat on the stone bench. The sound of her butt touching the stone bench was the sound of porcelain touching stone.
(She is very fragile, please be patient.)
Only then did Li Ran understand the meaning of Goldfinger's prompt.
"Li Ran, am I going to die? I...I..." Song Linjia begged with tears streaming down her face.
"Stop crying." Li Ran frowned slightly.
Song Linjia stopped crying, but she kept hiccuping.
Li Ran was really afraid that she would break herself by hiccuping accidentally.
When he was supporting Song Linjia, the skin he touched was cold, hard, and smooth, and it felt like he was touching a porcelain surface.
What's even weirder is that Song Linjia's appearance is no different from that of a normal person, but the sound produced by the body surface feedback and limb collision is like porcelain.
Li Ran took a deep breath and had to accept the fact that Song Linjia had turned into a porcelain man.
She can really make a difference now when she goes out.
"Tell me what's going on." Li Ran asked after seeing that she finally calmed down.
Just as Song Linjia was about to speak, Lu Zhaohui came over and slapped Song Linjia on the arm. Song Linjia's entire left arm flew out.
"You've been missing for two days. You're so mean... oh... ah... stupid!"
Before Lu Zhaohui could finish his words, he collapsed on the ground in fear.
The arm that was knocked away by Lu Zhaohui was quickly caught by Li Ran with a quick eye, and almost fell to pieces.
Li Ran saw Lu Chaohui from a distance, but he didn't expect him to take pictures of Song Linjia.
There was a machine-like device on Song Linjia's broken left arm, and he installed it back easily.
Lu Zhaohui was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly: "This...this..."
"If you had just patted her on the head, she would have died." Li Ran glared at Lu Zhaohui.
"Brother Ran, how could she become like this?" Lu Zhaohui said with a look of horror on his face.
Li Ran ignored the startled fool next to him and walked around Song Linjia:
"If this were in the real world, you would be dead, but fortunately it is in a strange world. As long as you are still alive, it means you are still alive. There is hope."
After hearing this, Song Linjia finally had a smile on her face, but Li Ran's next words almost made her cry.
"It's actually quite good for you to be like this. If there is a gap, it can't be cured by repairing it." Li Ran wanted to take a hammer and knock off Song Linjia's head to confirm his suspicion.
"Brother Ran, is Song Linjia infected with the virus?" Lu Zhaohui asked.
Li Ran shook his head: "No, she was made like this."
If she was infected with a virus, Golden Finger would tell her what level of spiritual infection she was.
It shows that Song Linjia is not infected with the virus.
"This is a person, not an object. How can a person be made into porcelain?" Lu Zhaohui was shocked.
In fact, this is also what Li Ran is thinking about.
Is there a spiritual infection that has the ability to turn people into frogs, sheep, or change their structure into porcelain, iron, or stone?
If this is the case, in addition to weird physical attacks, the virus-infected aboriginals also have more terrifying magical attacks.
Obviously, the spiritual infection that turned Song Linjia into a porcelain man had such an ability.
"Can I still be saved?" Song Linjia had already realized that she had turned into a porcelain man, with a look of despair on her face.
No one can answer this question.
It looks like he is alive, but inside he feels worse than dead.
She looked at Lu Zhaohui, who turned to look outside the pavilion.
She looked at Li Ran, who lowered his head thoughtfully and remained silent.
At this moment, her heart was filled with despair. What was the point of living like this?
She looked at the stone pillars of the pavilion, stood up slowly, and her eyes became determined.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound!
Li Ran and Lu Zhaohui's expressions changed drastically!
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