No matter how Pan Duoduo's inner thoughts changed, the man's carving work continued.

Perhaps it was because she knew her general situation, and after removing that layer of unknown fear, the pain caused by sculpting became less unbearable for Pan Duoduo.

——Although it still hurts so much that her soul grimaces from time to time.

After the eyes are done, it's eyebrows, nose, lips, ears.

This stocky man is always very involved when he is carving.Due to the close proximity of the carved facial features, she could clearly see the fine sweat sliding down his bronze-colored skin, and she could also see his rough fingers moving with unusual flexibility.When his maroon pupils were occasionally illuminated by the firelight, there seemed to be wisps of fine hair-like golden red dancing in them, which seemed a bit of magical beauty.

Men seem to be able to easily sink into a state of ecstasy.Pan Duoduo would be fascinated by his movements from time to time, and even began to think in his heart that this rough-looking man might be a real master.

She actually had some unreasonable belief that just with his thick and thick fingers, he could also create exquisite and exquisite objects that were unique in this world.

Pan Duoduo watched him work, and somehow his heavy heart suddenly became clearer.Now she even has the leisure to tease her, hoping that the man can make her look better.

Then when she returned to her senses, she would be amused by her thoughts again——looking at the man's rough appearance, she knew that this hope was very slim.After all, no ordinary art master can grow up like this.Such exaggerated muscles are not made by practicing clay sculpture...

There are no windows in this room, only the light of the fire, so the day and night cannot be distinguished.Pan Duoduo didn't know how long time had passed, she felt that it had been a long time since she was rubbed like a ball of mud.However, the man never left the clay sculpture, just continued to work without sleep or food, without showing any sign of fatigue.

This physical fitness...isn't it too good?

Not long after the eyes could see, Pan Duoduo realized that her sense of smell had also recovered when she vaguely saw the tip of her nose that had been molded.

I expected to smell the heavy sweat on the man's body, or the unpleasant smell in this messy room, but unexpectedly there was nothing.It does have an indescribably strange smell, like the sluggish feeling of heavy metals, and also like the coke-like smell after burning fireworks.

It was similar to the smell in the metallurgical room in the imagination—but it was too clean, as if all the filth had been swallowed by fire.

Wait a minute, metallurgy?

Wait, I didn't pay much attention to it just now, those messy lumps on the ground, could it be ore?There are also those weird tools, no matter how you look at it, they are not used for making clay sculptures.

Ah... Could it be that this man is a blacksmith at his job?Is sculpture a hobby?

Pan Duoduo felt that she was the truth, after all, looking at the man's body shape, no matter how she looked at it, she was in line with a blacksmith.There was a moment before when she was fascinated and thought that he was a master sculptor, she was really too naive!

Who can tell her—why, the blacksmith wants to make clay sculptures?Doesn't it smell good if you do your job well?

His ignorant behavior caused her to suffer in this clay figurine, and she was likely to be crushed into a crooked melon by amateur handicrafts. Is there anything more suffocating than this?

Pan Duoduo was almost shut down by the successive blows.She soon realized that the most important thing was to maintain a stable mood and not get angry with herself.

So when the ear molding was completed and her hearing was restored, she was not as excited as she was at the beginning.

The man suspected of being a blacksmith was very silent, his lips were only slightly opened to blow off the fine mud, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.After Pan Duoduo's hearing recovered, she could only hear the small scratching sound of the carving knife passing by her ear, and then the occasional "crackling" sound of the flame burning. Other than that, the room was full of silence.

She thought, although it is true that a person cannot talk to himself in front of a clay sculpture, if this man is not dumb, his personality must be relatively quiet and restrained.

After another period of time, the facial features of the clay sculpture were finally completed, and Pan Duoduo was finally able to establish a connection with them with his consciousness.She saw the man staring at her left and right for a long while, and finally showed a satisfied expression after a long while.

So it's over... eh?Pan Duoduo was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the man turned around and limped out of her sight.

Ah... one of his legs... is lame?

He was almost within one step of her before, but she really didn't notice.

This is hurt?No, it's not like, on the contrary, it seems a bit natural, his posture seems to be very used to it.

After knowing that she had become a clay sculpture, Pan Duoduo was not so resentful towards the man at first.Although he caused him to experience inhuman pain, she was indeed not a human being in the eyes of a man, but a clay sculpture that could not move or hurt... From a man's point of view, he did nothing wrong.

Pan Duoduo can only say that her heart is complicated, but she can no longer confidently regard him as an enemy.

Now that she saw the man's lameness, she didn't feel sympathetic, but her senses towards him were a little more complicated.

Then there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the person in front of me...I always feel a little impressed by this scene...Where did I see it?

Pan Duoduo thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why.

Then the man limped back again.He had planed out another set of finer tools out of nowhere and was taking them out one by one.

Come on...start again...

Pan Duoduo sighed inwardly.

It can be said that the man strives for perfection in this clay sculpture of hers.She didn't know whether to be grateful or helpless.Although she couldn't see her appearance, she could feel that the man handled every detail of her body with great patience.She even wondered if he would be satisfied with making her hair so clear and fine.

You really can't judge people by their appearance. Who would have thought that such a rough person is actually a perfectionist.

Fortunately, the final touch-up didn't involve much movement, and it didn't make Pan Duoduo feel too painful.When she started to feel bored, the man finally put away his tools and rubbed the plaster on his hands on the cloth around his waist in satisfaction.

Then Pan Duoduo was caught off guard and heard the man speak for the first time—she dared to swear that she had never heard such a strange language in her previous 20 years of career, but at this moment she understood it miraculously mean.

"Very well, then they should be satisfied."

After the man finished speaking, he squatted down, picked her up, and limped towards the smelting furnace on the wall of the house.

Wait, big brother! "who are they?Are you looking for someone to customize my "large figure"?

Also, where are you going to resist me?Over there is the stove, hello!

The man obviously couldn't hear the question from Pan Duoduo's soul.Although his legs and feet were inconvenient, he walked steadily while carrying her.Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the red-hot stove, and the scorching heat almost hit her face, Pan Duoduo's soul was so anxious that she jumped over the wall.However, she was not allowed to struggle, and her whole body was directly placed into the blazing flames by a pair of strong and strong hands.

The scorching heat devoured Pan Duoduo in an instant, and the indescribable pain delayed her consciousness.

Consciousness began to slacken, and the fiery red in front of his eyes gradually began to blur.

...This is unscientific...That's not what the pottery class teaches... At least you have to wait for the clay to dry out before burning it. This operation will make her crack...

This brother is really an amateur...

...so wronged...

Before the consciousness dissipated, Pan Duoduo was thinking, is she going to die?If she dies, she might be able to return to her tatami mat for napping. She really misses the warm sunlight on the window sill in the afternoon, such a gentle goose yellow color...much better than fireworks...

Well, it's finally over...

After an unknown amount of time, Pan Duoduo's consciousness finally recovered.

Ah... what happened...

It seems that I turned into a clay sculpture inexplicably on the way to take a nap, suffered a thousand cuts, and then was thrown into the stove to enjoy a barbecue service...

Pan Duoduo shuddered in her heart, this dream was really terrible, not only the content was terrible, but the reality was also terrible.She seems to be able to easily recall the pain of wanting to live and die now, just look at the goosebumps on her arms.

What's wrong, her vision hasn't recovered at all, she didn't see her hands, let alone goosebumps.The eyes... It's not like they can't see things, but there seems to be something covering the sight, blocking all the light from the outside.

She felt it carefully, the thing seemed to cover her head tightly, completely covering her whole body.She subconsciously wanted to reach out and tear the thing off, but found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control her hand.

Can't move.

What a familiar situation!

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.She won't, is she still trapped in that clay sculpture?After such a severe fire?return?

It's outrageous!

Before Pan Duoduo figured out what kind of situation she was in, she heard a brisk and lively young voice sounding from a position closer to her.

It was still that strange language, but she still understood it.

"Dangdangdangdang~ Now let me reveal this highly anticipated finished product to everyone!"

As soon as the words fell, Pan Duoduo felt a light on the top of her head, and the thing that was tightly covering her was lifted off.

Pan Duoduo immediately heard a few sighs of praise.

The warm sunlight fell from the top of her head, and the strong light broke into her pupils, making her uncomfortable for a moment.

Then there is the long-lost blue sky and white clouds, the sky is clear... and a group of people?

Pan Duoduo looked at each other with a group of strangely dressed men and women.

Of course, it was her unilateral feeling that they looked at each other in dismay, because there was no curiosity in the eyes of the group of people looking at her, but only admiration and admiration for the object.They obviously don't know that a soul with autonomous consciousness has already inhabited this artwork.

...What is the situation?

The group, people?Really weird.

Pan Duoduo saw that the leading man had platinum-silver hair and a beard, was tall and proud, held a power stick, and looked sacred and majestic.The woman standing on the right side of him is elegantly dressed and has a noble and dignified temperament.

She also saw a man who was the strangest, not to mention his dark blue curly hair, and even his beard was blue.

As for the other younger men and women beside them, they all have Western faces at first glance, and their hair color is slightly normal, and all of them look like gods.

cosplayer?group?Groups of men, women and children?Pan Duoduo always felt that something was weird.

Uh... wait a minute, why do these people look so familiar?This kind of color matching, this kind of sense of familiarity... I always feel that something is about to come out...

Pan Duoduo subconsciously turned her attention to the short and stout man standing behind the group of people.

That's right, her maker is also here, looking at the artwork from him with an unusually low-key figure, hiding his merit and fame.

Ah... red-haired, stocky, ugly, lame, blacksmith, highly skilled, fire—isn't this, isn't this so-and-so?The god of fire and craftsmen in Greek mythology, Hephaestus!

So the group of people in front of me are the twelve main gods in Greek legend!

The leader is Zeus?The woman next to him, the queen Hera?The one with blue hair, Poseidon?

That strange language she could understand, ancient Greek?

God!

A clay sculpture made by the god of fire, Hephaestus, doesn't that mean...she has become so-and-so?

As if he couldn't tolerate Pan Duoduo's hesitation, the brisk young voice from before came to his ears again, and he began to introduce this exquisite creation to the gods in an earnest tone.

"This is the first female human created by Hephaestus in the image of the goddesses, isn't she beautiful? Her name is Pandora!"

Pandora! ! !

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