Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

no respond.

As he expected, the owner of the cottage was not at home.

"..."

Fang Bailu squeezed into the gap between the concrete blocks.

The box was dark, with only small advertisements stuck on the walls and ceiling emitting a faint fluorescent light, allowing people to see things.

He turned around - the already narrow container was taken up half by some huge object, making it even more cramped.

But the owner of the house obviously doesn't think so:

A sleeping capsule is located in the middle of the room, surrounded by odd-shaped bouquets of flowers.

It was a sea of ​​flowers made of plastic bags, broken iron sheets, and woven bags.

The craftsmanship is rough, but the shape shows the maker's intentions.

"come on!"

On the sleeping cabin, someone wrote this with tape.

Fang Bailu walked to the covered box and untied the clumsy and rough knot on a corner of the canvas. Like a geek peeking at the stage behind the curtain, he gently lifted the curtain: seven or eight naked bodies were floating in the green life-sustaining fluid.

Among them were old and young, male and female, with their eyes closed, revealing the tranquility of deep sleep. These people were carefully arranged and then fixed:

They hugged each other's necks, put their arms around each other's shoulders, or gently stroked each other's heads with their hands; they were close and intimate, without any distinction between you and me.

It looks like a mural praising the affection between family members.

Fang Bailu could not see any traces of stitching or gluing on them:

The person who created this "mural" must have loved these soulless bodies very much.

The protagonist is the most conspicuous one - the girl in the center, surrounded by everyone.

The top of his head was covered with gray fluff, his lifeless, empty eyes were wide open in the nutrient solution, and the corners of his mouth were raised to the sides, revealing a blank smile.

On the shoulder were numbers that had stopped ticking, all the digits were zero: Fang Bailu recognized that they were the point card chips built into the Baijiaying. Everyone had such a display screen on their shoulder.

Among these empty shells, only her eyes were open.

He stared at her for a long while, but the girl didn't even blink.

Fang Bailu understood this very well: if it were him, he would not be willing to close his eyes either.

There was only one spot left next to the girl. Judging from the hands of others reaching out to the empty space, it seemed as if a transparent human body or a relative or friend that they could not see was placed there.

Fang Bailu stared at the empty space for a long time before finally looking away.

He couldn't bear to see such scenes now, but he wanted to see more of them.

“It’s quite cozy.”

Fang Bailu scratched the cigarette box that was half-rotten from being soaked in blood, and uttered a low sigh of approval.

The tape was stuck on the wall of the transparent dish, spelling out mechanical words:

"The stars in the sky are shining brightly. They will always shine and bring eternal peace."

Fang Bailu gently covered and tied the canvas, then found a place to sit down.

He fiddled with his pocket for a while, but in the end he didn't take out another cigarette:

It is always impolite to smoke in someone else's home without the host's permission.

……

"Ah?! You...you are not my pilgrim!"

Fang Bailu, who was taking a nap, was awakened by a sharp and mechanical synthesized voice:

A stained celestial official had squeezed in at some point in the entrance, and was uttering rigid and stiff exclamations from his huge brick-like body.

"Hey? You're back?"

Fang Bailu patted his sleepy face to cheer himself up.

Seeing his movements, Tianguan subconsciously shrank - it was strange, this kind of movement was difficult to perform with its crude body.

It raised its two short and flat auxiliary limbs again, blocking the mottled and cracked screen. On the top of its body, there was a wrinkled photo - it seemed to be a young woman, but it was no longer clear due to the yellowing and cracking:

"I...I...if you are not my pilgrim, please...come out..."

After talking for a long time, Tianguan still didn't finish his stammering words.

Fang Bailu remained seated, scratching his chest and abdomen which were itching from the healing wounds:

"Stop working. I haven't burned incense for you yet. You won't be able to recognize old acquaintances when you're in pilgrimage mode."

Most of the celestial officials he had met would use the pilgrimage mode to protect their own personalities from being disturbed by memories of pain and humiliation.

But it still appears in their dreams - yes, they dream.

“Ah? Ah… Sorry, sorry…”

The Tianguan stood there for a moment, and the screen began to flicker between light and dark.

"The pilgrimage is over... the pilgrimage is over..."

drop!

It suddenly uttered a long cry:

“Eh…wow!”

Although it was still distorted and smooth, Fang Bailu could hear a surprise in this synthesized sound:

"Oh my! Isn't this Old Square Head? Come to see me?"

It moved closer to Fang Bailu as the tires rolled, and patted his shoulders exaggeratedly with its auxiliary limbs, like a fledgling flapping its wings:

"What a rare visitor! How did you find my house? I thought your store was closed down. Is everything okay, huh?"

Fang Bailu couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand and clapped his hands with the funny auxiliary limb:

"Thanks to you, I'm doing pretty well. It's just that you haven't come to my shop for a long time, so it's a lot quieter now."

The Tianguan turned around and lay on its back next to Fang Bailu. Judging from its structure, it was probably unable to "sit".

"Hehe! So what? Without Sister Tong here, the garbage you receive won't be any good, right?"

As if remembering something, it stood up with its lower limbs equipped with spherical tires and spread its auxiliary limbs:

"Brother Fang, look at my outfit, isn't it okay? I recently found a pair of auxiliary limbs and replaced my old arms."

Fang Bailu used his fingernails to scrape off the mottled rust on the body of the Heavenly Official, picked off the obscene patterns, and brushed off the dust on the feet.

He looked it over carefully, then knocked on the hard shell of the Tianguan with his fist, which was larger than his thumb:

"Not bad, well maintained. You haven't come to my shop for a long time. I see you changed your career. Have you signed with an agency?"

Upon hearing this question, Tianguan froze suddenly, and his auxiliary limbs slowly dropped to his sides:

"No, it's not easy to find the right one... But if I keep trying, I'll definitely get there before my brain explodes."

But this loss only lasted for a moment. In the blink of an eye, it turned around happily again:

"Oh, yes! Come on, this is your first time at my house and I didn't show any courtesy. My family is here, let me show you!"

The clumsy auxiliary limbs of the Tianguan worked for a long time before untying the ropes at the two corners of the canvas. It raised its "arms" proudly like a tourist guide:

"I'm home!"

"This is my mother! This is my father whom I just found recently. It's not easy to find someone worthy of my mother. It took a lot of effort. I think she should be very satisfied? But I don't know. This is my grandfather, I..."

Those empty bodies floated up and down in the life-sustaining fluid, as if they were responding and greeting the Heavenly Official's instructions.

After counting these family members one by one, Tianguan used his short auxiliary limbs to hold himself together; the screen gradually dimmed.

Fang Bailu did not interrupt, but just followed along, enjoying this moment of warmth and tranquility.

……

"Hey! Are you asleep?"

Tianguan jumped in front of Fang Bailu's face and spoke threateningly.

"Ah, ah? No no, I'm waiting for you to continue."

Fang Bailu gently patted its prickly trunk and gave it a thumbs up.

The Heavenly Official stepped back suspiciously and pointed his auxiliary limb at the girl in the middle:

"Oh, the old me. We are old acquaintances, no need to say more! However, I have already given the remains away, but he still wants to deposit them here. It's not that I don't want to do business with you, right?"

Fang Bailu waved his hand, indicating that it shouldn't mind: He knew, of course, that the remains of the Heavenly Official could always be sold at a high price.

The celestial official gestured to the empty space and considered his words:

"There's another...important person? Well, he's not here anyway. I'll introduce him to you when I have the chance!"

Fang Bailu understood who the Heavenly Official was talking about.

It carefully knocked on its worn-out body, making a dull sound:

"Finally, it's grandma. Now she can always be with me."

"And that's all!"

Fang Bailu nodded, carefully supported himself on the ground with his palms, and stood up:

"Hello everyone."

The Tianguan turned around and used his auxiliary limbs to support his square waist:

“Brother Fang! When I become successful, I will go to your store and bless your hardware store! By then, all the garbage collectors in New Malaysia will probably trample your door to pieces…”

Fang Bailu was silent for a moment, then he solemnly bowed his hands to show his gratitude. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket and held it to the side of the Tianguan screen:

"Can I smoke?"

The Heavenly Official turned around with his lacquered torso and laughed in a friendly manner:

"Miser! I have no lungs or trachea now, and you still share them with me! You smoke all you want! Hey, it's still cigarettes! It seems that the hardware store business is really booming?"

"It's OK. A friend gave it to me."

Fang Bailu put the cigarette butt in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, then put it back into the cigarette box.

Over there, the Heavenly Official was still mumbling:

"By the way, can you take a picture for me when you have time? I still have my grandma's photo pasted on my face. If it keeps getting exposed to the wind and rain, it will probably rot away completely. When you're an official, image is very important..."

He wiped his palm across his face and sighed:

"Ah Tong. Do you want to be the Great Celestial Official? The best and most beautiful Celestial Official in Kuala Lumpur; everyone... I mean everyone, will see you."

Chapter 166: Fruit without Cause

When Fang Bailu returned to the alley in front of the hardware store, someone was already waiting for him:

"Hey! You! Do you know how long I've been in this crappy place? The lumps on your stomach are itchy, right?"

From a distance, a roar as loud as a bell rushed into my ears.

At the entrance of the alley stood a wicked man with a dragon on his left and a tiger on his right—it wasn’t that he had a dragon tattooed on his body or a tiger painted on his body:

Two arms, as thick as a white deer's waist and hips, were embedded with holographic transmitters, projecting lifelike dragons and tigers, complete with scales and fur, at the sides of the body.

"Are you trying to say your asshole is itchy? Come and deliver the goods?"

Fang Bailu put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker with a big hole at the bottom and looked to the side of the villain: the alley was mostly blocked by a simple truck, and the truck bed was covered tightly with canvas, hiding the huge object with undulating lines underneath.

It seems to be a huge statue.

Of course, he had never had an impotence surgery. But he heard that changing the anus from the lower body to the lower abdomen was a recent fashion - he didn't know whether it was true or not.

"Smooth talk. Cripple, you are Fang Bailu, huh?!"

"No, if you're still unsure, why did you call me just now..."

The thug pulled the vest made of iron chains and steel plates on his chest and stared down at Fang Bailu. Beside him were rolling clouds and surging bloody winds: