People are in a weird world, you call this a game of cultivation

Chapter 68 She is fragile, take it easy

eighth day.

"Honey, you've worked hard."

Su Bingyao turned her head to look at her husband who was about to leave the house.

"come back earlier."

"Ah."

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

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

Also, Su Bingyao's face became paler and paler, haggard and exhausted.

Apparently, last night, Xiao Guan bastard came out to make trouble again.

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

Accompany Li Ziyang to do homework, help wash dishes and do housework, and after taking a shower, it will be 11:30 in the evening.

The plan to expect Su Bingyao to wear a jersey eventually fell through.

Last night near midnight, 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.

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

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

However, the strange behaviors of Su Bingyao and Li Ziyang showed that they had realized that they were monsters.

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

That's why there are more emotions and worried people, and people who need protection.

Although the return of consciousness was unknown for some reason, Li Ran thought it was a good thing.

At least going home in the future will make him feel that he is no longer facing a monster, but a family with flesh and blood and emotions.

Come to the community meeting point.

Lu Zhaohui didn't come today, but Song Linjia, who had been absent for two days, showed up.

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

"What's the matter with you these two days, and I can't contact you." Li Ran asked.

Song Linjia was sitting in the gazebo, staring into the distance with his chin resting on his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Li Ran felt that she was weird, so he couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.

(She's brittle now, take it easy.)
A line of prompts appeared above Song Linjia's head.

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

Does it mean inner vulnerability, or what?
"I, I don't want to die yet, save me, save me." Song Linjia raised her head in horror, her eyes full of pleading.

"What happened?" Li Ran frowned.

"crunch~crunch~"

Song Linjia got up slowly, and there was a strange sound from his body, like the sound of two porcelains colliding and rubbing together.

"I, I was found...he, he was thrown into a kiln...there was fire all around, so hot, so hot...I shouted for help, no one answered me...too...too hot , I passed out... When I woke up, the fire was out, and I... I escaped."

Song Linjia twisted her head, and her head swayed from side to side frame by frame. She firmly grasped Li Ran's arms with both hands, and her body made a "creak~creak" sound.

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

Stiff, slow, and mechanical, she looked like a clockwork puppet.

"Li Ran, what's wrong with me, I...I feel...I feel that something is wrong with my body." Song Linjia shook his head frame by frame, his expression full of horror.

Li Ran was horrified in his heart, and carefully helped Song Linjia onto the stone bench in the gazebo.

Song Linjia sat slowly on the stone bench, buttocks touching the stone bench was the sound of porcelain touching stone.

(She's very fragile, take it easy.)
Only then did Li Ran understand what Goldfinger's prompt meant.

"Li Ran, am I dying, I...I..." Song Linjia begged tearfully.

"Don't cry." Li Ran frowned slightly.

Only then did Song Linjia stop crying, but she kept hiccupping.

Li Ran was really afraid that she would break himself with a hiccup accidentally.

When he first supported Song Linjia, the skin he touched was cold, hardened, and smooth, and it felt like he was touching the surface of porcelain.

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

Li Ran took a deep breath and had to accept the fact that Song Linjia had turned into a porcelain figure.

She can really touch porcelain when she goes out now.

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

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

"It's been two days since you disappeared, you're so thick... Wo... ah... grass!"

Before Lu Zhaohui finished speaking, he collapsed on the ground in fright.

The arm that was slapped flying by Lu Zhaohui was caught by Li Ran with a sharp eye, and it was almost smashed 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 device similar to a mechanical bracket on Song Linjia's broken left arm, and he easily installed it back.

Lu Zhaohui was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly: "This... this..."

"If you had slapped her on the head just now, she would have died." Li Ran glared at Lu Zhaohui.

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

Li Ran ignored the startled second idiot next to him, he paced around Song Linjia and said:

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

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

"It's actually quite good for you to do this. If there is a gap, you can't die by mending it." Li Ran wanted to take a hammer and knock it off Song Linjia's head to confirm his conjecture.

"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 is infected with a virus, Golden Finger will remind her what level of spiritual infection she is.

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 what Li Ran is thinking about.

Is there a spiritually infected body that has the ability to turn people into frogs or sheep, or change people's structure into people of porcelain, iron, or stone like magic?
If this is the case, then in addition to the weird physical attacks, the aborigines infected by the virus also have even more terrifying magical attacks.

Apparently, the spiritually infected body that turned Song Linjia into a porcelain figure possessed such abilities.

"Is there any help for me?" Song Linjia had realized that she had become a porcelain figure, and her face looked hopeless.

No one can answer this question.

It seems to be alive, but inside it is more uncomfortable than dead.

She looked at Lu Zhaohui, and Lu Zhaohui turned to look outside the gazebo.

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

At this moment, her heart was ashamed, what was the point of living like this.

She looked at the stone pillars of the gazebo, stood up slowly, her eyes became determined.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound!
Li Ran and Lu Zhaohui's expressions changed drastically!

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