Puppeteer of the Wasteland World 11
The small house was filled with neatly arranged materials and tools, as well as half a tree trunk that occupied almost two-thirds of the ground.
The sofa is not far from the fireplace. Ping An cannot reach the sides of the sofa even if he stretches his body, so it can be used as a small bed.
The weather is gradually getting colder.
The space under the sofa is soft and thick, so just cover it with a soft and fluffy quilt, and you can have a moist and comfortable winter.
Ping An curled up his body habitually and was not sleeping soundly. His trembling eyelashes indicated that he would wake up from his sleep at any time and make the best choice to deal with the situation.
This is an instinct developed by being in danger for a long time.
Luo Chen was half leaning on the chair, the dim light just enough to illuminate the table clearly. He was concentrating on how to extract the contents of the alien core and use it as the source of power for the puppet.
In other words, he will use the power of the devil to fight the devil.
As for the emotional power he obtained through Cheats 2.0, it is still used to give these things various abilities as before. Each prop will become his perception point so that he can better grasp the information about various monsters.
A night passed.
When Luo Chen woke up, he sat cross-legged and began to practice as usual. He stopped only when Ping An showed signs of waking up. He then got up and went to the small kitchen that was specially set up to cook.
The fragrance quickly filled the room.
The stove, which was showing signs of going out, barely made the whole room less cold. Ping'an woke up rubbing his eyes, breathed in the fragrance in the air, quickly jumped out of bed and put on his coat, then quickly cleaned up the stove and added some firewood and coal.
Coal is made by mixing coal powder with water and making it into a solid like a large pancake. It is more durable and easier to store.
After he finished, he quickly went to get some water to wash his face and brush his teeth.
Luo Chen put the pot on the stove and started stir-frying the meat and vegetables. He also added some pickled vegetables. It didn’t look very good, but it was salty and fragrant and went very well with rice.
Ping'an's mouth was full of oil. Even though his eating habits had improved recently, it still couldn't change his desire for food. But he could see that Luo Chen was very fond of cleanliness and tidiness, so he was always careful not to look ugly while eating.
After dinner, Ping An began to clean up the dishes and tidy up the entire cabin. He also sprinkled water on the floor to prevent the dust in the coal stove from flying everywhere and making it difficult to clean.
Luo Chen was still sitting at the workbench, carving various things. Several level zero alien cores were placed aside, different from the obviously more beautiful alien cores on the other side.
Those were all alien cores whose energy had been absorbed, and they had essentially become empty glass bottles.
Light once again overflowed from Luo Chen's fingertips and poured into these empty alien cores. The light golden color looked very beautiful, as if it contained all the sunlight.
In this way, the battery is ready.
He didn't want to be disturbed by too many people. As more and more people bought puppet joint props, they would definitely come to him to replenish their energy after using up all the energy.
He doesn't have that much time, nor does he want to be a human power bank to charge other people's props every day. It would be better for him to make a convenient power bank. They can just buy the power bank and return the shell after using it up.
In order to prevent people from reselling them at high prices, which would go against his original intention of helping those in need, he also specially made these power banks into sensor-based ones.
For example, if someone buys a power bank, when their hand touches the power bank, it will automatically match the props on the other person's body. In this way, only the other person can use the power bank.
Others couldn't use it at all.
In just half an hour, Luo Chen had made several power banks. He specifically told Ping An to wear gloves before touching these alien cores, and said that these power banks could only be sold to people who bought the props.
Ping An didn't expect Luo Chen to give him such an important task. His face flushed with excitement: "I will do my best!"
Luo Chen smiled and nodded.
At ten o'clock in the morning, it began to get lively outside. Liu San and Sun Tian, who came early in the morning, were always keeping an eye on the door opposite, fearing that they would disturb Mr. Ding if they came too early, and that they would appear to be ignoring Mr. Ding if they came too late.
After seeing Ping An come out with a basin of water to wash the pots and dishes, he waited patiently for another hour before knocking on the door. His tone was respectful and nervous, "Mr. Ding?"
Ping An opened the half-open door and said, "Come in."
Liu San let Sun Tian go in first, then rubbed his hands, "Mr. Ding, this is my good friend Sun Tian, he..."
Luo Chen raised his hand, signaling Liu San not to continue.
This morning, he used the secret manual of cultivation to develop a natural ability that can be used to sense the soul aura of another person. No matter how good a person's disguise is, he cannot hide his soul.
For example, Liu San's aura is mostly grayish white, mixed with some dark red and a few bright red mixed with black, as well as a small amount of black.
This means that Liu San is neither good nor bad in character, but just an ordinary person like everyone else, especially in the doomsday. It is impossible for a person to be so perfect that his soul is pure white.
As for the dark red, it represents the number of alien species killed by the opponent. Bright red means that the opponent has killed humans with black souls. As for the small amount of black, it represents the dark side deep in the opponent's heart.
This is also normal.
Liu San is a man who will repay kindness and revenge, and he does not have much dark side in his heart.
And this person is called Sun Tian.
Luo Chen carefully sensed the color of the other party's soul and showed a rare hint of surprise.
The man who lost both legs seemed to have tried his best to keep himself clean, but the clothes he wore had obviously been washed many times. The fabric at his elbows had been worn white from crawling on the ground for so long.
Even so, his soul emitted a white light, mixed with a hint of gold, a small amount of dark red dotted the light, and no black was seen.
This is a soul with excellent character and perseverance. It struggles in the mud but still lives towards the sun.
Luo Chen's expression was gentle, and he said in a warm voice, "Your price is more expensive than Liu San's. Are you sure you want to customize a pair of legs?"
Sun Tian's eyes suddenly lit up, faintly flashing with tears, surprise and excitement: "I do, I do."
For him, any price is worth it.
As long as he can stand up, as long as he is no longer a burden, as long as he can protect his wife and children, he would be willing to die.
Luo Chen took a quick look at the other person and already knew the approximate size of the prosthetic limb. He nodded and said, "The price is fifty level two alien cores. You can pay it back in installments. There is no time limit."
"Come and pick up the goods in five days. As for the deposit, you can pay me after you make money using these legs."
Sun Tian was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.
Liu San hurriedly asked, "Can I pay the deposit for Sun Tian?"
Luo Chen smiled faintly: "No."
Liu San didn't dare to say anything more. He believed that his brother would not run away without paying. He patted the other party's shoulder and said excitedly: "Hurry up and thank Mr. Ding."
Sun Tian's throat was sore, and his thousands of words of gratitude turned into one sentence, "Thank you..."
Liu San and Sun Tian left.
Ping'an was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.
Luo Chen waved to Ping An, and when Ping An came over, he asked, "Do you want to have a new arm? It might be a little different from your other arm."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ping An suddenly raised his head, his eyes incredibly bright, and with a little wet anxiety like a little animal: "Can I, can I really have it?"
He knew how expensive a single alien core was, not to mention so many second-level alien cores, something he could never earn in his entire lifetime.
But he didn't want to be a waste and drag down Mr. Ding.
Ping An's eyes dimmed again, and he whispered, "I'd better not buy it. I can't afford it."
Luo Chen looked at Ping An seriously.
The soul of a child is purer than that of an adult, but Ping An's soul is like a fusion of two extremes, half of it is white, so pure that there is not even a trace of impurities, and the other half is black, so rich that it is pitch black.
Clean and kind, dark and extreme.
The two qualities are clearly distinct, forming a certain balance.
Luo Chen thought about the child's experience of being exploited by his parents, bullied by his brothers and sisters, and finally sacrificing his arm to protect his older brothers and sisters, and being abandoned by his parents.
It is not difficult to imagine that when this child was waiting to die on that snowy day, his soul was still pure, and he was still wholeheartedly burning himself for his family.
This is a child who really lacks love.
Similarly, this love will also turn into extreme hatred, suppressed in the heart, waiting for the day when it will sprout and grow.
But the child eventually died in the snow.
Ping An gave the last bit of food to the original body. That day, a wave of alien species happened to hit. This child with only one arm would definitely protect the original body at all costs.
But he was still too weak.
At the moment of the original body's death, the long-lost conscience was awakened.
Luo Chen touched Ping An's head and said, "I don't want your money. I will take good care of you and raise you up. You are a very good and lovely child."
Ping An held Luo Chen tightly with one hand, his voice trembling, "Really?"
He never dared to tell Mr. Ding how terrible and dark thoughts were hidden in his heart. He wanted to destroy this base one day and kill all the parents and people who bullied him.
Except Mr. Ding.
He will protect Mr. Ding.
But now, Mr. Ding wants to adopt him and take care of him until he grows up. He also praises him for being very good and cute.
He was both excited and guilty, and couldn't speak for a long time.
Luo Chen touched Ping An's head and said, "Yes, are you willing?"
Ping An was particularly greedy for this concern. With red eyes, he whispered to Luo Chen: "But I'm not good at all. I'm a very bad child. I hate my original family and those who bullied me."
"No one will bully you anymore. You can continue to hate these people and bully them back when you grow up."
He dislikes repaying evil with kindness.
Ping An smiled awkwardly, then raised his head and said seriously with red eyes, "When I grow up, I will take care of Mr. Ding in his old age."
Luo Chen: “…”
What else could he say? Of course he nodded and said yes.
Ping An immediately smiled, rubbed his red face, and happily grabbed Luo Chen's arm, "Mr. Ding, this is my home, right?"
"yes."
Luo Chen nodded with a smile.
For Ping An, Mr. Ding at this moment seemed to be glowing all over, making him want to get closer to him. His heart was full and he was extremely happy.
He felt that he would wake up laughing even in his dreams from now on.
Ping An ran to the sofa again and said, "We will be a family from now on."
There were two little dolls lying on the sofa, one was a Gothic doll with spider legs on the lower body, and the other was a violent doll that was smiling and looked particularly cute.
Their dark eyes flashed,
Luo Chen was not surprised.
Because these two puppets are endowed with a lot of power, some puppets in the world of cultivation can make simple responses.
In the modern world, they are more like computer AI, without real thoughts and emotions.
Luo Chen withdrew his gaze and started to get busy.
Time flies.
During this period, Ping'an's vague anxiety and uneasiness completely disappeared. He became more cheerful and paid more attention to Luo Chen's every move.
He would boil water in advance and place the tea that was neither hot nor lukewarm on the edge of the table so that Luo Chen could drink it anytime he wanted. He would also pick up some beautiful flowers and put them in a clean bottle.
The home seems to have become warmer and more lively with the addition of a child.
Luo Chen would often cook some meat dishes to ensure Ping An had enough to eat, and he would also make some modifications to the already comfortable sofa to make it more suitable for the child to sleep on.
Even the two little dolls received a small bed made by Ping An himself, with beautiful ropes wrapped around the edge of the bed, which is very consistent with the style of the two exquisite and beautiful little dolls.
In the remaining time, Luo Chen began to teach Ping An.
Even in the apocalyptic era, writing is still an indispensable skill in human society. As children in the downtown area, we rarely have the opportunity to learn it systematically. It is already a great achievement to be able to learn and recognize some simple words intermittently.
Ping'an was the least favored child in the family and had to work every day, so he had no chance to learn calligraphy. He always looked at his brothers and sisters with envy as they wrote and drew in their notebooks.
Therefore, Ping An cherishes this opportunity very much.
The original body's family had all died in the alien tide, so Luo Chen's sudden ability to write would not arouse anyone's suspicion.
In addition to teaching Ping An to learn how to write, he also taught him all kinds of knowledge about planting, construction, etc. Ping An studied hard and never slacked off.
Wait until the agreed time arrives.
Liu San brought his friends to the house and even brought a bag of food for Luo Chen. Under the excited yet anxious gazes of the two, Luo Chen took out the prosthetic limbs he had made. "This pair of prosthetic limbs is called Scuds. They don't consume much energy during normal use. Once in a dangerous situation, the energy consumption rate will only last for half an hour at most."
Sun Tian didn't understand the hidden meaning of Luo Chen's words, but Liu San did, and his breathing quickened. "Does normal use include running?"
Luo Chen nodded.
Liu San became even more excited and hurriedly urged Sun Tian: "I will help you install the prosthesis."
Sun Tian finally came back to his senses and touched the prosthetic limb with trembling hands. It looked almost exactly like a real person's legs, with no flaws in the direction of the muscles or the skin texture.
This alone made his eyes red.
He can stand up now.
But when he put on the shoes and felt no foreign body on his legs, he subconsciously thought about it and inexplicably took a step forward with his right leg.
This sudden change frightened Sun Tian so much that he trembled and almost fell down. Liu San quickly supported him and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
He had heard that some people in the upper city had also installed prosthetic limbs, but after wearing those prosthetic limbs, it often took a long time to get used to them before they could walk on flat ground.
He was prepared that Sun Tian would have to practice for a long time before he could learn to walk.
Sun Tian's voice stumbled, his face full of shock and excitement: "Just now, my legs seemed to... come back. Did you see that? My legs just moved on their own."
When Liu San heard this, an even more incredible idea arose in his mind, and he said, "Try to take another step forward."
Sun Tian took several deep breaths before trying to think in his mind, "I want to move my left leg." The moment this thought flashed through his mind, his left leg also responded synchronously.
Sun Tian's lips trembled as he held onto Liu San tightly. "It's true, it's true, isn't it?"
He was afraid that all this was an illusion.
Liu San nodded quickly, "It's true."
Sun Tian opened his mouth, and the surging emotions in his heart burst into his throat, but he couldn't utter a word. He just looked at the two real legs and gave a more detailed response as his thoughts went on.
The big toe can move.
His feet could be lifted up, bent, and even his ankles could be moved left and right, exactly like his real legs, except that there was no sense of touch on his legs.
But this already made him extremely satisfied, and he even burst into tears.
The crying was so contagious that even Ping An couldn't help but tear up. Liu San understood Sun Tian's reaction very well. He patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Why are you crying? Your good days are coming soon."
Boss Ding is worthy of being Boss Ding.
The prosthetic limbs produced look like real legs. Not only that, they are also called "Speed Legs", which means that they can run very fast.
This ability is also very useful in the apocalypse.
In the end times, there will surely be many people who will not hesitate to buy this prosthetic limb that can be called a golden finger, even if it costs more money.
But Mr. Ding was willing to let him and his friend repay the loan in installments. How could he not be grateful for this move... Mr. Ding is such a good man.
Luo Chen sensed the affection between the two and said again, "You need to buy a spare power bank. Once the energy in your prosthetic limbs is used up, your legs won't be able to move on their own anymore."
Sun Tian said hoarsely: "I will pay back the money as soon as possible."
Luo Chen nodded to Ping An.
Ping An tried to keep a straight face, put on gloves, picked up a shiny power bank, and handed it to Sun Tian. When Sun Tian took it, the power bank sensed the energy in the prosthesis and flashed. Ping An said, "This power bank can only be used by you, not others. You can stick it on your leg to charge it. Remember to bring it back when it runs out of power. If you lose it, you will have to pay for it."
He took out a pen and wrote Sun Tian's name and the label number on the power bank on it.
Sun Tian nodded quickly to indicate that he had taken note of it.
Seeing this, Liu San hurriedly asked, "Can I buy a power bank too?"
He has always been worried about being out for too long and what would happen if the energy in his eyes ran out. But now if he had a power bank, he could get more supplies and make more money.
Ping An nodded and continued the transaction according to the previous process. Liu San still had some supplies and alien cores in his hands, so he directly handed over five level zero alien cores. If he used them sparingly, it would be enough to last for a long time.
Sun Tianzheng was slowly adapting to his legs, and his walking posture became more and more natural. Later on, there was no difference between him and a normal person.
Liu San remembered something very important and asked quickly, "Mr. Ding, is Sun Tian's flying leg ability also activated by thought like mine?"
Luo Chen nodded.
Liu San understood, and after thanking him profusely, he quickly took Sun Tian away so as not to disturb Mr. Ding's lunch break.
When he got outside, Liu San vaguely noticed that there were several people looking at him in the distance. When he looked over, they looked away very naturally.
At first glance, the other person's temperament is very similar to that of the people in the downtown area, but if you look closely, you can detect a slight sense of incongruity.
Liu San immediately understood what was going on and pulled Sun Tian towards his home.
After returning to the house, he quickly closed the door and said in a low voice: "Don't tell anyone about Mr. Ding when you go back."
Sun Tian nodded.
His wife and children kept their mouths shut. Apart from the neighbors who might keep asking questions, he also planned to shut them up by saying that it was inconvenient to talk about it.
Liu San sent Sun Tian back and agreed to go out of the city to collect resources a week later.
If you become an official psychic of the base, you can also leave the city alone outside the mission period, but you must report to the base in advance and cannot stay outside for too long.
He went out this time to take care of Sun Tian.
Luo Jing bent down to clean the filter. The salary of the job she found was pretty good, except that she had to go out early and come back late every day, which was very tiring and she might face the risk of pollution.
This was the best job she could have found.
In just a few months, Luo Jing lost a lot of weight. People around her were extremely puzzled by her behavior of not abandoning her husband and children. With Luo Jing's pretty face, it was enough for her to find a pretty good man and start a new life.
But for her, the happiness brought by a family consisting of a husband who loves her and is responsible, and an obedient and caring family consisting of her and her husband's children is not something she can just abandon.
Suddenly, someone came in and called her, "There's a man outside who says he's your husband looking for you."
Luo Jing's heart tightened.
Her husband helps her take care of the children as much as possible every day, shares all the housework, and does some odd jobs at home to make money. He has no time to come to see her.
Unless something happened at home?
Luo Jing dropped the thing in her hand to the ground and ran out the door without bothering to pick it up. When she reached the door, she didn't see her husband at all, and she became even more anxious.
"Quietly."
A familiar voice came from behind.
Luo Jing turned around abruptly, and the concern and anxiety that was about to come out of her mouth were completely stopped by her husband who was standing opposite her.
She suddenly covered her mouth, as if she had seen the most incredible scene in the world.
Sun Tian's eyes were red, but he walked towards Luo Jing with a smile, step by step, each step was extremely powerful and steady.
Luo Jing's tears fell one by one, afraid that blinking would ruin the picture.
It was not until Sun Tian hugged Luo Jing tightly that this illusory picture seemed to be completely realized, real and full of incredibleness.
"How could you leave?"
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