Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

No regrets, this is a promise that no one has ever fulfilled.

"Until the end of the world."

"Until the end of the world..."

……

Fang Bailu stood in the void, the small room had disappeared due to the disconnection of the host. All around him was the pure gray of the cache.

The disk in his hand was still there: it was a dual cultivation simulator with an oil-painted cover of a starry night.

He looked at it for a moment.

Finally, he put the disk into his chest pocket and logged off.

Born under the tree

Chapter 180 Preface (I)

When Fang Bailu woke up in an empty room, there was no one around.

The vast ocean of vermilion disappeared completely, leaving only the steel table and cushions scattered on the ground.

He looked up: he didn't see what he wanted to see.

Neither the mask nor the Ambenolla was there anymore.

There was no torso of the Xihe girl, and the lights that formed the stars above her head were only dim.

Fang Bailu then climbed up, his left arm with broken bones hanging by his side, covered with plasters by someone.

He raised his good hand and poked his chest pocket lightly with his fingertips.

It was soft to the touch, like skin under a shirt. There was no barrier.

He grabbed the piece of fabric and held it in his palm. The shirt was stretched straight and the stitching was broken.

Snapped!

He ripped the pocket off.

There was still nothing in my pocket.

After standing there for a while, Fang Bailu put down his hand:

"what."

He stood there.

After a while, he scratched his neck. The skin was torn and blood oozed from the wound and soaked onto his back.

He used his thumb to scrape the slippery nails of his other four fingers and shook the blood off his hands.

I was so careless, luckily it doesn't hurt, he thought.

The temperature seems to be dropping, is it the season that is about to change? He thought again.

The weather in Kuala Lumpur was too humid and his throat was choking. Thinking of this, he had nothing else to think about.

So Fang Bailu turned around:

It was at this time that he saw one of the Xihe girls.

……

It was naked, with its long neck raised, looking at him with its two heads.

Fang Bailu felt that these two faces and the six eyes on them seemed familiar: the only difference between the faces was that one side had four eyes and the other side had two eyes like a normal person.

Its hands and feet were spread out on the ground, pressing against the cracked and pitted wooden floor. Its limbs were longer than a normal person's height. Its forearms and legs were pressed against the ground, and its waist was bent downward: without pornographic paintings or the body position library of Zen, one would miss this posture. Although it was in a crawling posture, its back was still a head higher than Fang Bailu's. Its skin was stretched tight by the lumpy muscles. There seemed to be no fat under the epidermis, and Fang Bailu could count every muscle bundle.

"The muscles are all stretched."

He was delighted to find that a new idea had finally emerged in his mind, so he continued to observe.

The waist and hips were unusually broad—even if the pelvis was deformed, it would not be this wide.

It was like putting a door panel sideways into its pelvis.

“Hey, it looks a bit like an ant.”

The waist and lower back bulge upwards for more than ten centimeters, but are divided into squares by wrinkles - Fang Bailu bought a fabric cushion in his previous life, which was designed like this. It looks like all the fat in the body is gathered here - except for the swaying breasts in front of the chest and the dangling penis under the crotch.

Regardless of gender or race, Fang Bailu had never seen such strange fat accumulation.

Or, is this really a human?

"No difference."

He stared at it indifferently until some words gradually appeared on the smooth, healthy, wheat-colored side of his abdomen:

"Please get in the car."

It's not a display screen embedded under the skin - the font is dark brown like a mole, which should be the result of pigmentation, but the edges are smooth and straight. With the blue-gray blood vessels acting as shadows and outlines, it is not much less designed than the print ads we have seen in the past.

"car?"

Fang Bailu looked up and down and realized that the person being referred to was the "person" in front of him.

Ridiculous description, ridiculous definition.

But for some reason there is no sense of disobedience, as if it is natural and logical.

Fang Bailu took a natural step and walked to its side:

Before getting close, the sides of the chest bulged silently outward and overlapped up and down; they were three layers of wide and long pedals that formed a staircase.

Judging from the structure of the human body, the protruding parts are ribs.

"Otherwise it will be hard to climb up."

He stepped on the steps and climbed up the back of the "car" - the feeling was hard but flexible, and even sank with the shape of the shoes. The soles were covered with blood and dirt, leaving dark red shoe prints on the surface.

"Airbag feeling."

Fang Bailu thought of sneakers with air cushions, fish bladders, and pig bladders. These almost unrelated things inexplicably popped up in his mind.

The cushion - although it felt strange, he couldn't find a better description for the waist and back - was unexpectedly comfortable and cool. The human body surface temperature varies greatly depending on the part of the body; but a normal living person cannot emit such coldness.

The temperature felt like only about 10 degrees Celsius: it was like there was air conditioning underneath me, dispelling the hot and humid rainy night in Kuala Lumpur.

He stretched out his legs, crossed them over each other, and relaxed.

The thick layer of fat wrapped around him reminded Fang Bailu of the spring mattress at home. It was also a bit like a lazy sofa.

He suppressed the thought.

"I need to find some free time to have a good sleep."

He yawned.

Chop chop...

A faint crisp sound came from behind:

He turned his head.

The tail vertebrae of the "car" are rising vertically, extending, and spreading with skin and muscles——

It stretched out into a soft backrest, fitting the curve of Fang Bailu's back and cervical spine.

"Hey, real ergonomics."

He laughed out loud, but he didn't feel happy.

The back muscles of "车" rolled and bulged, squeezing out clear and prominent words:

"Please take a short break."

"Oh."

Fang Bailu tilted his head and glanced at the side of the "car":

It was sweating. The stains left on the soles of the shoes were washed away and cleaned by the sweat secreted, and the black and red dirty water dripped onto the ground, but the skin returned to its previous brightness.

There was a protruding bone next to his hand. He held it and twisted it gently:

The skin, flesh and bones behind him fell backwards and folded into a reclining chair.

“Very convenient.”

"Thank you."

"You are the girl from Xihe, right?"

"I'm."

"Well, I'm going to kill you."

"I know. I'll give you a ride to meet me."

"Row."

Fang Bailu leaned his head back on the backrest and found a comfortable position.

He did not take the weirdness in the Xihe girl's words into consideration: at this moment, everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

It's just that something has to be killed.

The "car" supported itself with its palms and soles, and stood up. It ran briskly into the entrance of the tunnel and climbed upwards.

The tunnel is no longer the same as it had been when Bai Lu dived in: it looks like someone has detonated a detonator here, and it's full of damage.

But the "car" is like walking on flat ground. When it encounters a protruding and curled alloy plate, it folds the joints of its limbs and jumps to the other end.

Ten fingers and ten toes dug into the exposed gap and then pulled out, crawling towards the light at the end.

Fang Bailu didn't feel much vibration or impact, as if he was lying on a magnetic levitation chair; he even wanted to take an afternoon nap.

“Great suspension.”

Cold thoughts continued to run through his mind as he continued to stare at the sticky darkness around him.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally, the “car” climbed out of the deep road.

The sky seemed to be getting brighter and the rain had stopped.

A certain scene appeared from the gaps in the ruins: a warm, yellowish light spread throughout the entire city, a light that Fang Bailu had not seen for a long time.

He straightened his upper body. As if sensing Fang Bailu's wishes, Che arched his spine high to provide him with a wider field of vision.

Looking out from the ruins of the storage and access hall, he found that Kuala Lumpur was no longer the same.

The Xianying Palace building that had been pierced and smashed by himself and Guandijun was being repaired. Bones and muscles replaced the steel and cement and grew on the damaged gaps; skin and connective tissue served as a smooth outer wall, and the pores expanded and contracted.

Fang Bailu knew that the human body was not strong enough to support the weight of these skyscrapers which easily weighed tens of thousands of tons.

But everything before our eyes is not false.

Opposite the screen, which used to cover the entire wall and play advertisements year-round, was replaced by a new material: a giant screen made of the lens and iris, with pigments, blood vessels and smooth muscles spreading and fluctuating outward, reproducing the videos that were played on weekdays.

Compared with the previous ones, the protagonists and supporting actors in each advertisement are more or less the same: they are dressed the same as before, but with two almost identical heads sticking out from their collars. They recite the advertising slogans and perform their monologues for the rest of themselves to watch.

More floors seemed to have not yet completed the transformation; there were only dozens of meters high whites and pupils growing on them, contracting and expanding, looking at everything around them.

On the road, there were "cars" running on all fours, with seats on their backs carrying other slightly smaller Xihe girls. They were similar to the "car" under Fang Bailu, but some were bigger and some were smaller. Loud horns honked from their throats and long mists came out of their nostrils, as if the congested roads of the past were being reenacted.

It was not yet daybreak, and the dark grey clouds still covered the dome. The rays that looked like daylight were merely the flesh-colored light cast by neon lights and reflected off the surfaces of the city.

Further away, countless Xihe girls were in the city. They were of different sizes: the giant ones had limbs that spanned the distance between several floors, while the smaller ones were no different from ordinary people. Their postures were also different: some used their multi-jointed slender limbs to leap from the rooftops, while some spread their thin wings under their armpits and glided over the sky of Kuala Lumpur. They deformed their modulated organs and limbs into all kinds of strange tools, destroying the city inch by inch, and then used their own bodies as fillers and pillars to rebuild it.

Only a few explosions, collapses, gunshots and screams coming from the edge of Kuala Lumpur disrupted this world of one person.

Fang Bailu let go of the hand that was supporting his chin and sneered:

"It's all you."

"It's all me. It's always me."

"After today, I will be the only one in the world."

The tall buildings turned their pupils, and the blood vessels in the whites of their eyes curled up and turned, forming words; the roads that seemed to be covered with asphalt and tar opened their bright red lips and shining white teeth, and the laughter spread across the earth:

"Please watch: I am about to be born."