People are in a weird world, you call this a nurturing game

Day 8.

"Wife, thank you for your hard work."

Su Bingyao turned her head and looked at her husband who was about to go out.

"Come back early."

"Um."

After Li Ran left home, the smile on Li Ran's face disappeared again.

Although the house was clean, he could still see that some corners were deliberately blocked with things.

Su Bingyao's face became paler, and she saw haggardness and fatigue.

Obviously, the little boy came out to make trouble again last night.

The reason why he was able to sleep safely until dawn was that Su Bingyao and Li Ziyang were guarding him at night.

I accompanied Li Ziyang to do homework, helped with dishes and housework, and it was 11:30 in the evening after taking a shower.

The plan to look forward to Su Bingyao wearing the jersey was finally failed.

As midnight approached last night, 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 if he can't wake up.

In fact, he wanted to catch that little boy more than anyone else.

"Give me some more time!" Li Ran's eyes were firm and his fists were clenched.

However, the strange performances of Su Bingyao and Li Ziyang show that they have realized that they are a monster.

To be precise, the consciousness that originally belonged to humans has returned to its essence.

That's why there are more emotions and concerns, and those who need protection.

Although I don’t know what causes the return of consciousness, Li Ran thinks this is a good thing.

At least when he goes home in the future, he feels like he is no longer a monster, but a family member with flesh and blood.

Come to the meeting point of the community.

Lu Zhaohui did not come today, but Song Linjia, who had been absent for two days, appeared.

Song Linjia's magic power value has not improved much.

"What's wrong with you these two days? You can't contact you." Li Ran asked.

Song Linjia sat in the pavilion, holding her chin with her hands intently looking into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

Li Ran felt that she was strange and couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly.

(She is very crisp now, please take it easy.)

A line of prompts appeared above Song Linjia's head.

"Very crisp?" After reading the prompt, Li Ran became even more confused.

Does it mean inner fragility or something?

"I, I don't want to die yet, save me, save me." Song Linjia raised her head and looked scared, and her eyes were full of begging.

"What happened?" Li Ran frowned.

“Crunch~Crunch~”

Song Linjia slowly stood up and made a strange sound on her body, just like the sound of two porcelains colliding and rubbing against one piece.

"I, I was discovered... He, he threw it into a kiln... The fire was everywhere, it was so hot, so hot... I shouted to help, no one answered me... It was too... it was too hot, I fainted... When I woke up, the fire was extinguished, and I... I escaped."

Song Linjia twisted her head, and her head swayed left and right frame by frame. She grabbed Li Ran's arms tightly with her hands, and her body made a "crunching~" sound.

Li Ran looked at Song Linjia in disbelief. Song Linjia was extremely wrong at this moment.

With a stiff expression, slow behavior, and mechanical movements, she looked like a puppet with a clockwork.

"Li Ran, what's wrong with me? I... I feel... I feel something is wrong with my body." Song Linjia trembled his head one by one, his expression full of fear.

Li Ran was extremely shocked. He carefully helped Song Linjia to the stone bench in the pavilion.

Song Linjia sat slowly on the stone bench, and what touched the butt and the stone bench were the sound of porcelain touching the stone.

(She is very crisp, please take it easy.)

Only then did Li Ran understand what the prompt just now meant by the Golden Finger.

"Li Ran, am I almost dead? I...I..." Song Linjia begged in tears.

"Stop crying." Li Ran frowned slightly.

Song Linjia stopped crying, but she kept hiccup.

Li Ran was really afraid that she would break herself by accident.

When he was just supporting Song Linjia, the skin he touched was cold, hardened, and smooth, and it felt like he was touching a porcelain surface.

What's even more strange is that Song Linjia's appearance is no different from that of a normal person, but the sound of the collision between the body surface and the limbs is like porcelain.

Li Ran took a deep breath and had to accept the fact that Song Linjia became a porcelain man.

She can really mess with the situation when she goes out now.

"Tell me, what's going on." Li Ran asked when he saw that she finally calmed down.

Just as Song Linjia was about to speak, Lu Chaohui walked over and slapped Song Linjia's arm with a palm. Song Linjia's entire left arm flew out.

"I have disappeared for two days. You are so sturdy... fertile... ah... grass!"

Before Lu Zhaohui finished speaking, he was so scared that he collapsed on the ground.

The arm that was slapped by Lu Chaohui was almost caught by Li Ran with a quick eye and almost smashed to pieces.

There was a device similar to a clamp on the broken left arm of Song Linjia, which he easily installed back.

Lu Zhaohui was frightened into a mess and couldn't even say clearly: "This...this..."

"If you patted her on the head just now, she would have hung up." Li Ran glared at Lu Chaohui.

"Brother Ran, how could she become like this?" Lu Chaohui said with horror on his face.

Li Ran ignored the shocked fool next to him, and he walked around Song Linjia:

"If this is in the real world, you are dead, but fortunately it is in a strange world. As long as you are still alive, it means you still have hope."

When Song Linjia heard this, she finally had a smile on her face, but Li Ran's next words almost made her cry.

"You are actually pretty good like this. If there is a gap, you can't even die of repairing the sewing." Li Ran wanted to use a hammer to knock it on Song Linjia's head to confirm his conjecture.

"Brother Ran, is Song Linjia infected with the virus?" Lu Zhaohui asked.

Li Ran shook her head: "No, she was made like this."

If it is infected with a virus, the golden finger will prompt her what level of mentally infected body she is.

This means that Song Linjia is not infected with the virus.

"This is a human, not an object. Can humans still make porcelain?" Lu Zhaohui was shocked.

In fact, this is also the question Li Ran is thinking about.

Is there a spiritually infected body that has the ability to turn a person into a frog, a sheep, or a change of human structure into a porcelain man, an iron man, a stone man?

If this is true, in addition to the strange physical attack methods, the indigenous people infected by the virus also have even more terrifying magic attacks.

Obviously, the mentally infected body that turns Song Linjia into a porcelain man has such ability.

"Do I still save me?" Song Linjia had already realized that she had become a porcelain man, and she looked desperate.

No one can answer this question.

It seems to be alive, but it feels more uncomfortable in my heart than death.

She looked at Lu Chaohui, and Lu Chaohui turned his head and looked outside the pavilion.

She looked at Li Ran, and Li Ran lowered his head thoughtfully and was silent.

At this moment, her heart was ashamed. What's 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 Chaohui's face changed drastically!