Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Pu Wenzhi didn't spend too much time thinking about the advertising slogans; he grabbed his still trembling arm and traced the source of the stream with his eyes.

The shop owner sat on the ground covered with gravel and dust, with his back against the pagoda-shaped machine. He stood with his left leg together and his right leg spread out at an angle.

A prosthetic body knelt on one knee beside the shop owner, fiddling with his arm. It looked a bit like the craftsman seen in the caravan, carving glowing tattoos - but even if the ancient method was used to tattoo the body, it wouldn't bleed so much.

This is some kind of implantation procedure going on.

The shop owner was really busy. Even during the operation, he was still constantly making calls and doing some business - he looked quite young:

Appearance can be changed at will, but behavior and temperament cannot. Although Park Wenzhi has been immersed in the information of the digital space for many years, he still retains his keen observation.

Park Wenzhi shrank back: the blood was flowing over and was about to touch his feet.

"Aren't you afraid of infection in this environment..."

He had already changed into a new pair of pants - torn and too big, but enough to cover his shame and not cause secondary damage to his broken heart.

This was brought to him by the boy leaning against the counter.

When the shop owner first entered the store, he looked at the boy for a long time, as if he was sizing up his body shape and limb length. But in the end, he just silently withdrew his eyes and said nothing more.

The bandits in the caravan would use alcohol and dual cultivation simulators to enter each other's dreams late at night and bring them closer together - mostly to share their own dreams and ideal modeling, as happiness is better shared with others than alone.

He had never participated in such activities. It was not simply because of his bad popularity; for Park Wenzhi, there was only deep sleep without dreams in the world: unnecessary brain activities had been eliminated through stress training when he was a child.

But at this moment, Park Wenzhi also felt that he was in some kind of dream.

For example, the shop owner's lips and tongue kept moving——

"…This outsourcing job is just like this. Do you accept it?"

After the shop owner finished speaking, he opened the cap of the anesthetic needle with his mouth and casually stabbed it into his thigh.

呲——

The indicator in the syringe dropped rapidly. This was the fifth injection of anesthetic that Park Wenzhi saw him administer.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Park Wenzhi, his eyes showing no sign of dizziness from the drugs or excessive blood loss:

"Do you understand? If you do, say 'yes'."

"Ah? Were you talking to me just now?"

Pu Wenzhi quickly turned his eyes away - he suddenly remembered his childhood school days, when the teacher called him to answer questions and stimulated his body with electric current.

"Oh...oh, oh, yes. As you command?"

He answered subconsciously, even accidentally asking a question with a sense of shame.

But in fact, Park Wenzhi didn't listen to a word. He was still in the violent shock of life, confused.

"You didn't listen."

The shop owner turned his gaze back to the left arm that was torn apart by blood, bones, flesh, skin and tendons, and stated calmly.

"This idiot is distracted! Master Huang Wu saw it at a glance!"

The monster jumped to Park Wenzhi's face at some point, and its long hair dancing wildly almost poked Park Wenzhi's eyes.

It shook its hair and bared its protruding canine teeth - a drop of saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth, turning from a holographic image into scattered blocks of color in mid-air and disappearing into the air.

Park Wenzhi raised his eyebrows and stared at the pair of malicious dog eyes:

Since I subdued this guy the first time, I can naturally suppress him the second time.

"How many scriptures can birds and beasts argue?"

As if he had noticed Park Wenzhi's thoughts, the goblin opened his mouth and showed a threatening smile:

"Before, it was Master Huang Wu who was able to bend and stretch. Do you really think it's your ability?"

The shop owner snapped his fingers and made a teasing sound:

"Shh, shh! Xiao Huang, come here."

The monster turned its head and stuck out its long tongue, changing its face:

"Woof woof woof! Awww!"

It made a mock bark and then crawled to the side of the shop owner. It turned over, revealing its hairy belly, and twisted its body.

The shop owner cooperated by reaching out his hand and scratching its belly.

This lively and flattering posture is completely different from the lifeless appearance before.

As soon as Park Wenzhi dragged the monster into the hardware store, it woke up - apart from the blood stains, it was completely intact.

His own "archery skills" did not seem to be able to completely suppress its perceptual network: it was more likely that this monster chose to take a nap during the ambush in Yizhitang, and only left the coordinates as the trigger for restarting.

This "Fang's Hardware Store" is a safe place it has determined to be.

"A spirit who loves to play dead... so cunning."

The shop owner tilted his neck back, his wet collar drooping, half from sweat and half from rain.

While doing this, his eyes never left Park Wenzhi:

"I will explain the division of labor to you again. Don't worry, you can make your choice after listening."

The shop owner lifted the monster's neck.

hum!

Two azure holographic rays burst out from the eye sockets of the big yellow dog, drawing lines outlining buildings in the air.

It was a tall tower with a broad base, and its lower part was wide and thick; the tower body rushed upward - like a thick incense stick lit in an incense burner.

"That's the goal."

Although Pu Wenzhi lacks experience of living in the city, it is impossible for anyone who has been to Kuala Lumpur to fail to recognize this building: it is the very center of the new Malaysian capital.

"It's Xianying Palace! The headquarters of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association!"

He suddenly closed his open mouth, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and swallowed his saliva - this was a real big one.

"At that time, there will be a hacker outside the venue to cooperate with you. He will focus on attacking the outer edge of the target firewall and attract the attention of the detained guardian gods."

"But he is good at long-range intrusion, maneuvering around nodes and fighting; and the target's network is divided into two layers, inner and outer, with physical isolation."

"I've seen your skills. You're not just any script kid. At least those modified cameras are pretty good."

"So, while the other hacker is distracting you, Xiao Huang—you already know him, so I won't introduce him to you—will take you inside and break the restrictions and arrays on the intranet."

The shop owner passed his hand across the empty Xianying Palace. The huge palace in the holographic light remained motionless:

"It's not shown in the picture. But there's another space underneath it - at least that's what the social worker tip-off I got said."

"After you break the ban, use your authority to open the door for me. Don't worry, it's not difficult."

"That's about it. It's very simple. Do you want to take this job? You decide the remuneration. I don't know your asking price."

Very strange: The feeling of having to make a choice made Park Wenzhi feel very strange - how long had it been since he had such an experience?

Or, never?

"You mean... can I refuse?"

The shop owner cast a surprised look, as if he had heard a bad joke that chilled the crowd:

"Of course, initiative is important. If you don't want to accept the order, then wait until we start. We need to keep it confidential, understand? Or you can stay here and help me watch the store for two days - you have nowhere else to go anyway."

Pu Wenzhi leaned against the broken wall behind him and sat up straight.

"Then...I want answers."

Compared to his own safety, Park Wenzhi cares more about other things.

He spewed out words rapidly, as if the barrier between his heart and mouth had been broken down:

"Why? Why would you swing a knife at something so... big... so huge?"

He waved his arms, outlining some invisible giant in front of him.

"To rob something? Or to steal something?"

Deep in my heart, a familiar image emerged:

Park Wenzhi suddenly realized that what he wanted to describe was actually that name - Junfu.

The shop owner nodded:

"You only want this as payment? Or as a deposit?"

"Deposit...I want something else."

Park Wenzhi imitated the pattern of this conversation and spoke out loud - he was not used to this kind of conversation.

"You were in 'Ichishido' before. The video that drove you crazy was overlaid on your visual signal by me."

"what……"

Park Wenzhi spread his hands and covered his face: He naturally knew this. After staring at the store owner for so long, he had already recognized that this was the man who broke into the ambush point of Yizhitang last night.

But apart from empty shame, pain and unbearable memories, he could not ignite any anger.

This shows that he is a qualified Goryeo citizen - the education and training he received prevented Park Wenzhi from feeling angry in his life.

The shop owner tilted his head and shook it slowly:

"Funny you're not mad. But if something did something like that to me, I'd be mad. Very mad. Very..."

Pu Wenzhi wanted to say "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you"; but when the words came to his throat, he couldn't spit them out.

Because the shop owner continued:

"I'm going to blow up the Xianying Palace—and kill the guys behind it. I have no intention of stealing or robbing it, I just want to destroy it."

"……Why?"

“Because that’s the right thing to do.”

Park Wenzhi grabbed his thigh fiercely. He could feel his nails digging into the flesh. This inexplicably gave him courage:

"You, you... I understand! I've seen people like you before! You think you can restore order and restore a clear sky to the world, right?! But do you know what is chaos and what is right?!"

He was not lying. Among Pu Wenzhi's relatives, there was a rebel who recited the words of the saints but tried to cause destruction and ruin.

"But what was the final result?"

"They say it's for benevolence and justice, but in fact, everything is——"

The shop owner threw a glance at him, interrupting Pu Wenzhi's flying saliva:

"You think too much. It's for my own sake, of course."

"Something has to be done - because if I don't do it, no one will; and maybe I'm the only one who can do it. No one will protect the life you want for you."

Pu Wenzhi didn't know how to respond to this reply: it sounded very distant, yet so close that it made people uneasy.

"You must be living a very confused life. If you can use your strengths more, you will probably be able to figure out what you really want."

Snapped!

Park Wenzhi hurriedly caught the tablet computer thrown by the store owner——

"The deposit has been paid, so you should get ready for work."

"Make a list of the instruments you need." The tablet in his hand felt rough, and the transparent protective cover was now covered with scratches and stains. "Write it down. Don't worry about the budget, just buy what comes to you. I'll buy it."

"So... when do we start?"

The shop owner knocked on the machine behind him that was full of miscellaneous items. A glowing neural line extended from it and embedded into the back of the prosthesis' neck:

"When I finish practicing a sword technique... probably tomorrow night."

Chapter 168 Zhang Nu

Incense is everlasting incense.

Two of them are short and one is long, and both are as thick as a baby's wrist. They are inserted into the reserved electric port in the furnace with the incense holder in the shape of a "big lotus".

The crudely made incense head of diode glows faintly, swaying like a flame; but no matter how strong the wind and rain are, they cannot extinguish it.

The rustling incense ash flakes off from the side and hits the face of the white deer above; then it turns into blocks of color that scatter in the wind and disappears.