Chapter 312: Internet News Center

No one cared about Walpole's old mother's pleading.

At this time, the villagers in the courtyard have long been trapped in the

sadness of the rabbits and foxes.

When just raised vitality, many people already had a basic understanding of

this stuff.

Looking at the baby's situation, without three or five million vitality, I am

afraid that the fingers can't grow out.

Three to five million vitality!

This is to drain all the vitality of their villagers, and they may not be able

to get it together.

As for spending money to buy?

Then let alone.

In the past two years, Greg has greatly improved economic conditions due to

business with Kerviel, and has gradually become a Kerviel foundry.

But the so-called improvement is only to the point where people will not die

of starvation.

The poor are still countless.

Their village, relying on the convenience of Greg’s city suburbs, shared a

little industrial dividend, but they didn’t have much savings.

In other words, even if they have savings, who wants to go bankrupt and take

it out to help a little baby who knows how old he will grow and whether he

will die?

"Oh! Little Maggie, the Internet is so developed now, it changes three times a

day, maybe... there may be a solution in the future, don't cry anymore."

The aunt next door whispered to his wife Walpole.

"Yes, three or five years ago, who would have thought of the Internet? Look at

how powerful the Internet is now, and there may be even more powerful

functions in the future."

"My aunt is right. Don’t cry. If you break your body, it’s completely

hopeless. You should cheer up now and make money. If you don’t have internet

in the future, you can find the master magician, maybe you can solve it, after

all, now So many people learn magic, right? There will be no shortage of

magicians in the future."

"Maybe, the doll will become a noble magician in the future! Where does it

need other magicians."

The neighbors comforted Walpole's wife in seven words.

But, without the suffering of others, do not persuade others to be generous.

said each one nicely. For Walpole's wife, how can she bear the pain of the

child's broken fingers? That's the meat that fell from her, and it was like a

knife at the first glance.

When I think of the child’s desperate cry when faced with a rat eating, how

can outsiders understand the bone-scorching pain?

To put it hard, the child’s wound is healed, and this will become a piece of

her heart disease. Thinking of midnight will inevitably fall into the abyss.

What's more, it's not good now?

"By the way, I remember... the Internet has just launched a life insurance

today, which seems to mean that it can gather everyone's strength to save

people. Or, should you try?"

A voice of uncertainty suddenly came from the crowd.

Can!

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

Countless people followed the sound subconsciously.

"You melon grandson, what nonsense?!" An old man reprimanded the person who

spoke. It was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen, with a tender face.

Don’t blame the old man for reprimanding. Seeing that the big guys are going

to stabilize the Walpole family, your socket, this doesn’t give people

illusory hope, it's just a matter of trouble!

If this is cured, it's okay;

If this can't be cured, it is simply salting people's wounds and causing evil!

"Huh? Internet Security?" Walpole looked over suddenly, his lips trembled.

"I, I am not sure either." The young man was reprimanded with an uncertain

look.

The concept of insurance is too new, too novel, and too advanced for the

multiverse.

It can be said that many people have not yet understood the principle of this!

So let alone the countryside where the level of education is relatively low.

At this time, before the young man could speak, Walpole's wife suddenly sang

the prayer of the Internet God in a low voice.

"From the great existence of the blue star, you are the master of language and

writing, and you are the pioneer of the Internet. Under your protection, I

will be connected with all living beings and everything."

The hoarse crying voice drowned the noise in the yard.

The voice full of eager hope, as if grasping the last straw, made the

villagers sigh, and even more couldn't help but wipe the corners of their

eyes, and sigh secretly in their hearts.

They think this is impossible.

The ** of the Internet is already very kind!

But no matter how kind, it is impossible to give you three to five million

vitality based on the innocence, right?

This is not logical at all.

But, at this moment, no one dared to interrupt a mother's last desperate

attempt.

A virtual screen lit up in the yard, like a cluster of hope, so faint and

illusory.

Walpole's wife is illiterate.

However, she still faintly knows how to operate by relying on the information

flow when opening [Life Interconnection Insurance].

She first joined herself in Internet Insurance, and then joined her children.

In an instant, the virtual screen brightened slightly, shining on the son in

her arms, and Kuo Er took it back, seeming to have completed the

identification.

Walpole's wife bit her lower lip and clicked on the help button.

In an instant, the virtual screen shot out a faint light, shining on her son.

The soft light, in an instant, attracted everyone's eyes in the yard.

"Hands, hands, hands, look, hands!"

"It's growing, it's growing!"

"My God! It's so long."

The villagers collectively exclaimed.

The bold young man stretched out his head curiously.

The timid woman, looking at the penetrating appearance of her fingers slowly

squirming and growing, she even covered her mouth in fear.

It turned out that after the light shone on the baby, the baby's previously

healed severed finger suddenly sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Everyone can clearly see that first the bones protrude from the wound, then

the white bones grow muscles, and finally the pale skin envelops the flesh and

blood.

Almost in the middle of a finger, the baby has severed his finger, recovering

as before, tender as new.

Walpole's wife's eyes widened, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

She stretched out her right hand, which was full of scars because of looting

from the sky, and gently squeezed her son's newly severed hand.

"It's true! It's true!" The warm touch made Walpole's wife cry of joy.

Walpole also hurriedly reached out and held it. The real touch made him, who

had not shed a single tear from start to finish, suddenly blurred his vision.

"It really grows..." Walpole's lips trembled with excitement.

"Mother, the baby's fingers have grown out, and the baby's fingers have grown

out." An excited voice came from behind the crowd: "Hey, aunty, aunty! Aunty

fainted!"

The scene was suddenly messed up.

……

……

The news that the Walpole doll's fingers were gnawed away by a mouse, and

finally regenerated by the Internet's life interconnection, caused a sensation

in the village and became the villagers' talk after dinner.

The incident even spread in Greg's local forum.

On this day, a billowing dragon suddenly appeared on the trail outside the

village of Licock, which attracted the attention of the villagers basking in

the sun and weaving straw ropes. The four-wheeled steam trucks that I have

seen on the Internet galloped in and rolled up the dust.

After a short while, two steel monsters stopped in the open space at the

entrance of the village, attracting the attention of countless villagers.

The child looked at this scene with bright eyes and curiously.

If the villagers are literate, they will find that a line of Kerviel’s

official text is printed on the car body-Internet News Center.

The door opened and four people got down.

Two contender fighters wearing magic leather armor, with fire guns, dawn

hammer sights, and large two-handed swords hanging from their waists behind

them, armed to their teeth.

An official magician wearing a gray robe, holding a magnificent wand, and

constantly emitting waves of magical power.

——This is the official magician of the standard Kvir, each of them will

automatically connect to the Magic Bank during the mission, and have endless

magic support.

The three faintly protected a young woman with a protective gesture.

Compared with the trio who scanned the village vigilantly, the young woman had

a sweet smile on her face as soon as she got out of the car.

She walked up to the old man and said with a smile: "Good grandpa and grandma,

I'm a reporter from the Internet News Headquarters under the Internet. I heard

that one of your babies here was bitten by a mouse. Is it true?"

While speaking, the young woman beckoned to the children who were not far away

cowering and daring not to approach, and took out a handful of candies from

her pocket.