Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The scarlet and black smoke bubbles dispersed, and a light green mist overflowed from them again.

Smoke rose up and then disappeared into the hole in the ceiling:

"No matter which one it is, it's definitely not pleasant to be alone. I think that the 'me' hundreds of years ago didn't want to spend the long years alone, so he used himself to accompany himself."

Xiao Xin reattached the gripper to his body and let the bent and deformed sword blade rotate:

"Attala once told me: Others are hell. There will always be a gap between individuals."

"If it were before, I would have felt that being one would bridge the gap."

"But now, I think that - precisely because of this, the dependence of the two of us 'individuals' is special and meaningful... I also want to continue this relationship."

"Otherwise, won't we be alone again?"

"I don't want her and I to end up being just a fantasy that lasted for hundreds of years in some madman's mind."

Xiao Xin raised his head, and the light black eye shadow on his tattoo made his eyes look extremely sharp:

"So… no, I don't want to merge into the same person as Atara."

……

Fang Bailu grabbed his untrimmed beard and suddenly found it funny:

"You may be a quiet person every day, but you are still very clear about what's going on in your heart."

"Okay, okay, this is what I want."

Fang Bailu actually didn’t fully understand what Xiaoxin meant, but that didn’t stop her from supporting him.

"Anyway... if you just don't want to, that's much easier."

He shook off the half-dried T-shirt caused by his body temperature. The sticky sweat caused by anxiety was replaced by a chill on his back.

"Hey! Can you drink alcohol with this mask on? You can drink a little at this age."

Somehow, Fang Bailu suddenly wanted to have a bottle.

Xiaoxin nodded. He sat more relaxed than before:

"It would be fine with a straw. But I'm only used to the strong liquor of the horse thieves. The others are too weak and leave no taste in my mouth."

"...Isn't the horse thieves' strong liquor just industrial alcohol mixed with water? Can anyone drink this stuff?"

He doesn't like drinking with people who can drink too much.

Fang Bailu, who was about to stand up and look for the bottles of beer under the counter, sat down again with a plop:

"Since you have made up your mind..." Fang Bailu dragged out the last word; "Then the boss will think about how to help you."

Since one of the two "original fetuses" refused to "reunite", it was at least an improvement over Shou Niang's "copy".

The only problem is:

Doesn’t this still mean you haven’t escaped from the situation in your own imagination?

After all, he saw the respirator in the memorial cabinet behind the "shop owner".

"It is not possible to judge whether there is any deviation at this time."

He picked up every thought that drifted through the river of his mind, sifting them carefully and drying them.

If the future predicted in the visualization is very close to the reality, or even there is no difference...

So what you think now is what you will do in the future.

"If this is the case, then it would be best not to act in the way I usually think."

After all, the visualization machine makes deductions through all the details captured in the sea of ​​information.

Fang Bailu felt that he had always been cautious, careful and rational, and would not rashly do anything out of line.

What if we do the opposite?

Can this "crack in the sky" accommodate the most outrageous, crazy and unrealistic ideas?

"The 'store owner' in my imagination gave me a warning, telling me to 'use the stuff as soon as possible'... but he didn't say anything like 'don't do anything stupid', right?"

Perhaps, this is an opportunity for visualization and reality to deviate again.

He was too lazy to continue playing this game of blind mahjong, so he might as well try to overturn the table.

Fang Bailu stood up, put his hands on his waist and stretched his aching back and spine:

"Let it explode."

"..."

Xiaoxin raised his eyebrows, and even the dots of eye shadow on his tattoos revealed obvious doubts.

"I say, why don't we find a way to blow up the headquarters of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society, the Xianying Palace..."

Fang Bailu stomped his feet on the floor and repeated it.

Chapter 147 No Way Back (Part )

In cities, the boundaries between areas are blurred.

Buildings rise higher and higher until they reach the clouds; advertisements shift from entertainment software to spiritual exercises and luxury prosthetic limbs; neon lights become brighter and the crowds become sparser.

All this told Fang Bailu that he was gradually crossing the border between Alor Street and the commercial district and entering the most prosperous urban area of ​​Kuala Lumpur.

He wrapped his windbreaker tightly around himself - it was a substitute for a rubber raincoat and barely kept out the rain.

The dark grey fabric makes Fang Bailu blend into the night:

He glanced around from the corner of his eye, searching for lone citizens - he was in need of a prey.

“You can try this.”

Fang Bailu stared at a man who was leaning on the street corner, looking at the holographic model next to him with interest.

drop!

Fang Bailu tilted his head and tapped the tablet in his pocket with his fingertips:

With a short and sharp prompt sound, the software started -

……

"Ah! Damn it—"

Suddenly, the man's abdomen seemed to be hit by an invisible fist, and it was bent into a "C" shape.

Fang Bailu looked coldly at the man's sudden painful reaction. This was within his expectations.

He was playing the surveillance video of the Immortal Knuckles into the man's eyes.

This software is similar to the "circular light technique" that Xie Shouzhen used to interfere with his vision, and can project pre-made advertisements directly onto the retina.

But this version cannot cover the entire field of vision, it only pops up a pop-up window that occupies about one-fifth of the space in the eye.

"I can't ask for too much. After all, it's a free version on the forum... that's about it!"

Fang Bailu strode forward quickly and rushed to the man who was kneeling on the ground with red cheeks and curled up like a shrimp.

He suddenly opened his windbreaker and held up his palm in a display.

The inner lining pockets are filled with disks neatly arranged in different categories.

These were the only dual cultivation simulators left in the hardware store after the catastrophe, and he picked out the ones that wouldn't drive a person crazy upon use.

Looking at the man who was shaking constantly and holding his crotch tightly with both hands, Fang Bailu said softly:

"Want to buy a disc? It looks good and is easy to use."

……

"very good!"

After walking around the edge of the commercial district, Fang Bailu had sold out all the dual cultivation simulators in his coat.

He tried many methods to verify the power and effectiveness of this "weapon" - the "Immortal Knuckle" surveillance video in more detail.

Unlike the holographic defense mechanism set up in the store, Fang Bailu needs it to be more portable and flexible to adapt to possible encounters in the future.

After several attempts, Fang Bailu gained a deeper understanding of it:

After the surveillance video is projected onto the target's retina, the effect takes about one to three seconds to occur:

Regardless of gender, the target will experience uncontrollable sexual urges, accompanied by muscle spasms sufficient to limit mobility - the intensity varies from person to person, and some targets may restrict their actions due to moral shame.

Simply put, during the time the video is playing, the "audience" will become so aroused that they cannot control themselves.

The time it takes to take effect may also be related to the target's concentration. Considering the limitations of naked eye observation, the actual effect may be even faster.

It’s just that the targets he met on the road didn’t have prosthetic eyes installed - but based on Fang Bailu’s understanding of most bionic eyes on the market, there wouldn’t be much difference.

Fang Bailu tightened the buttons of her windbreaker, satisfied with the result of this short test:

At least it is much stronger than those props such as stun grenades, epilepsy poison, flying head drop, etc. that one can get. With the right equipment, it can even cause a wide-area attack.

"Why not just keep it simple and call it 'playing porn'? Damn, that sounds too stupid..."

As for the profit earned from the second-hand dual cultivation simulator that was subsequently sold at a fair price, it was a by-product of this round of small experiments: it was also an outbreak of Fang Bailu's occupational disease, and it also allowed him to relax.

Anyway, the citizens wandering around the edge of the slums don’t have much money in their pockets.

Selling colored discs on the street during a rainstorm night - this is a sight I haven't seen in hundreds of years, and it can be considered a cosplay of interesting childhood memories.

"I don't have enough resources, and my vision is small... Otherwise, if I sell this as a sex toy, I might make a lot of money."

He shrugged: It's just that this thing is so reproducible, and copies of the video have the same effect; there is no such thing as a technical barrier.

It's better to just use it as a weapon.

……

Kuala Lumpur is the heart of the entire New Malaysia. Every time the pump is pumped, batches of Kung Fu parts, artificial meridians, and external consciousness flow along the dirt roads in the wilderness and the network in the earth veins to all directions; even across the strait to other corners of Southeast Asia.

There are also other goods coming from Bangkok, Manila, and even Pan-Asia ports; they are brought into business districts and shopping malls through legal or illegal channels.

Fang Bailu is now on his way to implant the Dantian energy furnace.

He didn't like his new windbreaker very much. It wasn't as practical as his previous rubber raincoat, and he had to bring an umbrella or a hat to protect him from the bad weather in Kuala Lumpur.

The huge figure of Xianying Palace unconsciously appeared in Fang Bailu's eyes:

How much explosives would be needed to blow up this huge monster? Fang Bailu had no idea.

Explosives are rare in Kuala Lumpur's underground market, and demand is low. Fang's Hardware Store naturally has not been involved in this business.

"Explosion" was just a vague description - he wanted to dismantle the organization of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society and drive it out of the game.

Fang Bailu's inspiration came from a very clear source: in a video game that he didn't have time to see in his "previous life", there was a character who did something similar. But there was no other purpose, he just thought it was a direct way.

The Microcomputer Taoism Research Society has the right leg of an immortal, and they were the first to start searching for the "living dead".

According to my own suspicion, the superego of "Xihe Girl" is most likely related to the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association is his enemy.

"Ah! Maybe the 'Xihe Girl' was sealed in the research institute, and I blew up the Xianying Palace and caused her to wake up..."

Fang Bailu's mind was filled with random thoughts, questioning the correctness of his actions.

But now that the decision has been made, Fang Bailu is too lazy to continue hesitating about the risks it may bring.

But no matter what, this is not a plan that can be completed on a whim.

The outline of a plan has already emerged in his mind, but it still needs to be improved:

Broadcast the surveillance video of "Immortal Knuckles" to eliminate the combat effectiveness of Xianying Palace personnel and let them have a grand carnival party; then connect to the internal network of Xianying Palace to let all the people in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association look directly at their own "electronic bodies".

At least Cang Yangzi's experience told Fang Bailu that his "divine body" had the power to destroy the heart and soul, enough to cause permanent brain damage.

"Even the Qigong practitioners who have their Yin spirits out of their bodies can't resist it... so most of the others will not be able to bear it either."

Of course, Fang Bailu would not rely on this "mostly".

This still requires countless complicated steps and careful preparation, but the core idea has been determined.

Too much of my emotion has been consumed in choosing the direction of action, and forming a specific plan requires sufficient rationality.