Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Hey!

Erni suddenly stopped, like a video with the spacebar pressed. She maintained her balance with the dark long sword, standing still.

Holographic patients are changing:

Divided by the midline of their faces, their left and right faces were gradually torn apart - the connection was not blood and flesh, but mechanical parts, lines, and pipelines, like sticky strands of maltose.

On one side is a Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows, and on the other side is a Vajra with angry eyes. The two masks echo each other.

The shawl was completely pulled out of Erni's body and wrapped around Fang Bailu's arm like a python.

It did not make a hole in Fang Bailu's body, but moved closer to his face.

"what."

Fang Bailu and the scarf looked into each other's eyes: he could see the gouge marks left by the phone in the transparent material. Although the speed was not fast enough to cut it off, it was by no means harmless.

There was a gray-black gap, surrounded by fine cracks: Fang Bailu discovered that there was no more "1" and "0" rolling there; as long as he used his mobile phone to hit it a few times...

But after the shawl wrapped around his body, he could no longer draw his sword - unless he cut off the shawl and himself together and died together.

"…Are you scared?"

Fang Bailu grinned at the strange thing.

The glowing ribbon could have crushed its arms, but it didn't dare.

It seems that it also does not want to achieve nirvana and extinction with Fang Bailu.

Click!

The scarf is changing shape: the square ribbon keeps breaking apart and reconstructing until it becomes a neural wiring connector covered with swastikas—

"Convert! Convert!"

"It's never too late to turn back! It's never too late to turn back!"

The light and shadows cast by the screens were reflected in the sea of ​​blood in the pharmacy:

These sharp words were a roar directed at Fang Bailu.

Fang Bailu understood. No matter what this scarf was, it was trying to connect to his spiritual orifice and enlighten him.

"I think I believe in Buddhism, and I'm very dedicated. But it's embarrassing, right? I don't have spiritual acumen."

He stared at the raised nerve joint of the scarf and tapped the back of his neck with his good left hand.

"But I can also play with you. Don't regret it, huh?"

Fang Bailu pulled out the neural electrode from the groove embedded in the Mohist disciple's body and pressed it against his own temple - the sides of his face were covered with blood that had splattered and dried into scabs; therefore, he had to pick them off piece by piece first.

The shawl moved around his head, as if examining him.

"Do you know what I am? Haha."

Fang Bailu held up the tablet, pulled out the neural line from it, and handed it to Pibo:

"Come on, let's fight online and show our skills and wits; let's see who can save the other from the sea of ​​suffering."

This was the happiest time Fang Bailu had laughed since tonight.

……

……

Sink, sink in the sea of ​​information.

……

The scalding yet icy temperature enveloped Fang Bailu, and she was surrounded by boiling and freezing electronic amniotic fluid.

This time, he was not alone.

The streams of data rolled in the ocean currents, and in the distance there were golden and red waves.

Fang Bailu could vaguely see slender long arms and palms, forming a circle with complex edges.

"Thousand-armed and Thousand-eyed Avalokitesvara... one of the universal dharma-image template bases. I can't tell the details. Never mind. It's not important."

Those aggregates coded with countless scriptures usually declare the true form of existence of people in Buddhism.

He turned his imaginary face and continued to fall.

Like liquid, but without the slightest resistance, the sea of ​​data passed through his body, but refused to leave a single bit of information.

Fang Bailu saw the undercurrent beneath the water—a huge, dark object was forming on the other side.

Thoughts passed through my mind:

That's not a monster, that's me. It's all the traces of my life so far, and proof that I've lived for hundreds of years.

Perhaps, it can prove my existence better than I myself...

flutter.

Following a faint crisp sound——

Fang Bailu crossed the membrane between the artificial world and material reality and reached the other side.

……

"Ah ah ah..."

Fang Bailu woke up from the boundless darkness and embraced the boundless sky again.

It seemed as if there were bundles of tailor-made tires being put on his body: from the top of his head, neck to his torso, limbs, and even the ends of each finger.

What is in sight is not "nothing", but pure blackness:

This shows that there are still some visual signals coming from the electronic body; they are just covered by the "garbage" on the surface.

He woke up from this human-shaped prison again, but his mind was filled with excitement.

"Where is it? Where is it? Come on."

Fang Bailu groped around like a naughty child looking for a toy.

This is a reflection of his mind - the shell of his electronic body blocks out many distracting thoughts.

There seemed to be a tiny scream coming from far away, and he didn't know if it was an illusion in this confined place.

But it was real: some howling and wailing.

This is the first time I heard Pi Bo speak:

"...outside...outside...way..."

It was impossible to discern the meaning of this mumbling, as if there were layers of soundproof rooms blocking the way.

"Ha, you see me. Come over here."

Fang Bailu stretched out his hand towards the source of the sound.

It was a wonderful feeling that could not be experienced by natural limbs. Although the stagnation and restraint were extremely heavy, Fang Bailu only felt that his arms could extend to the end of the world.

"Touch", suddenly a tactile signal was transmitted into his brain.

What Fang Bailu caught was a squirming thing, like the caterpillar he played with in his hand as a child in his previous life: the fine hairs twirled in his palm, making Fang Bailu feel tingling.

Fang Bailu wanted to laugh out loud, but he had no mouth, tongue, or any organ that could produce sound.

What should I do? Should I put my palms together and crush it? Or...

"…I wish…to take refuge…"

"...Heaven...and...the only one who is supreme..."

Snapped!

"Well?"

The burr-like feeling on my hand suddenly disappeared, like bursting bubbles:

I don't know whether the image of the scarf collapsed at this point, or whether it used some magical power to forcibly disconnect.

But Fang Bailu knew that it would never be able to escape unscathed.

"Tsk, you're just surrendering like that... you're such a coward."

Fang Bailu shook his head with a little disappointment. He felt like he was wearing a neck brace to treat a cervical fracture and could only move slightly.

Although he was reluctant, he could only stop here this time. He raised his hands wrapped in a heavy burden and wanted to touch his temples on both sides.

drop!

Suddenly, a pop-up window broke through the darkness and came to my eyes:

"Too many unread emails, too many unread emails..."

"Playing for you——"

"what?"

In the darkness, lines of Chinese characters were arranged.

“To the readers:

Hope you are well!

We are looking for all humans who are still alive and conscious.

You may be panicking about the death of your city, terrified by power outages, and at a loss as to what to do.

But please stay calm, put aside your grief, we have a way to reshape the world.

Please join the chat room via the attached link and speak freely.

Sincerely,

salute!

Sincerely looking for a companion, here I come.

Note: I have found nine friends. They are all very friendly, not serious, and are all good people who like to play and chat.

Note: Don't do stupid things, don't have crooked ideas. (Some harassers who want to sell services, please respect yourself. We have set up a sword array. If you try to break in again, you will bear the consequences at your own risk.)

Note again: This includes AI that has passed the Level 17 Turing test, as well as intelligent entities that have undergone more than three topological round-sense surgeries or pan-language deconstruction rituals; we regard them all as human, so please rest assured.

One final note: For those who want to delve deeper into the Abrahamic background, please adjust your expectations before joining the conversation (not discriminatory, just someone has already reserved the spot, sorry)”

……

"This……"

The information on the sidebar told Fang Bailu that it was an email with an attachment - it came from after he fell asleep, hundreds of years ago.

Fang Bailu was in the center of the nutshell and for the first time he felt a sharp spike of horror poking his spine.

Chapter 159: Minutes of the Meeting on the Other Side of Time (Part )

Is this a... classroom? Or a conference room?

It was difficult for Fang Bailu to distinguish everything in front of him:

The small and cramped room had pure white walls and was furnished with a dozen chairs of various shapes. These simple pieces of furniture filled up the space completely. With just six or seven steps, one could walk from one end of the room to the other: of course, one had to squeeze through the chairs, sofas, and benches.

They vary in design and size, some are gorgeous, some are simple, and some are even difficult to describe clearly in words - from the plastic stools that were common in the "previous life", to the futons suspended in mid-air, and even to high chairs made of human bones.

only……

This small room had no ceiling. The walls on all four sides extended vertically upwards, reaching the limit of the visual field, until Fang Bailu could no longer see clearly.

The owner of the chat room did not set an upper limit on the height.

To use an analogy that was not quite appropriate, Fang Bailu felt like he was standing at the bottom of a bottomless pit.

In addition to the seats, there is also a standing whiteboard in the room; it is filled with crooked handwriting in oil-based markers, densely packed with words.

Compared to the flawless, clean walls, it seemed almost completely black.

It also has no top, or is of infinite height; it is like a night-colored sky, made of:

This is a writing tablet that cannot exist in material reality and can only be used by God...