Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Let's go."

"Where to go now?"

He had no answer to this question either.

Chapter 184 Song (I)

"What exactly do you want?"

Fang Bailu asked questions around him and towards the city.

In the gaps between the reinforced concrete, clusters of flowers grew. In the center of the flowers were two faces close together. The creepers wrapped around the only remaining pillar of the storage and access hall, and plump fruits grew on the creepers, growing into human faces, looking towards Fang Bailu.

The Xihe girl is still transforming - in a direction that Fang Bailu can hardly imagine.

She - Fang Bailu did not want to call this thing "Him" - no longer uses words formed by human pigments, blood vessels or muscles to express herself. Instead, she uses external pheromones and extremely concise cognitive language.

Slight swaying of the limbs, the complex arrangement and combination of body color spots, the short and strange syllables... they were mixed together, but they were able to cleverly find a foothold in the topological structure of Fang Bailu's thinking, allowing him to understand the logic displayed by the Xihe girl.

There are only a few words, and they are conveyed in words. For example -

"Hibernating dragon."

The Xihe girls on the ground shook their stamens and pistils, making faint calls.

The sea of ​​flowers all over the ground undulates like waves, changing colors and patterns; it packages the message that the Xihe girl wants to express and directly stimulates Fang Bailu's language center.

In an instant, Fang Bailu understood what she wanted to convey.

That was the "original heart" that Yu had awakened from a deep dream after a century of slumber; it was the true wish that the Xihe girl had buried deep in her heart. When Yu was still a "human", he had followed her in different appearances:

“The existence of others: is terrifying.”

"The creations of others: perpetuating this horror."

“Destruction and destruction, burning others and their creations into the ground: this is not the fundamental solution to the problem.”

"Conclusion: It is better to transform 'I' into everything, and transform everything into 'I'..."

An old acquaintance who had not appeared for a long time suddenly flashed through Fang Bailu's mind: it was the AI ​​doctor "Old Liutou" who failed in corpse refining and died a violent death.

The material of its storage finally turned into blood and flesh.

Now that I think about it again, it might be because the "zombie" created from the remains of the Xihe girl imitated the circuit and structure of the memory -

"Yeah, that's me too."

Fang Bailu did not express his thoughts and guesses, but the answer came from the girl from Xihe.

"How did you..."

"I'm picking up on your overflowing information. Body language, physiological indicators, micro movements - all I have to do is decode it."

In this kind of conversation, Fang Bailu was no longer able to display his skills in lying:

"You are like a pool of water. I only have to throw a stone into the water and judge your response by the splash."

All the cover-ups, rhetoric and deliberate confusion faded away, leaving only the most naked reaction from the heart.

Can't fake it: Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel a little sad about this. He never thought that the first person he would communicate with without any cover would be this enemy.

but……

"Interesting. Since you don't want the existence of 'others', why did you develop this kind of communication method without any barriers?"

Fang Bailu covered his face, not looking at the ubiquitous Xihe girl; he just tried to speak calmly:

"Besides, why don't you kill me? I saw in the crypt of Xianying Palace that the artificial meridians produced by the research institute all came from your torso."

He pushed hard on his legs, which had become swollen due to excessive exertion of energy on his meridians:

"There's a part of you in me, too: wouldn't it be easy to turn me into those things?"

"Are you just looking for a chat with me, a fellow countryman in time? Or is there a part of you that can't do it?"

He lowered the blinds in front of his eyes and looked at the side of the Xihe girl's head where there were only two eyes: Fang Bailu recognized those eyes, the owner of the eyes was an employee of the hardware store.

Although I have also prepared measures to deal with the collapse of the body and death -

Fang Bailu suddenly interrupted this thought and continued his chatter:

"In my opinion... you don't really understand what your true heart is."

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The signal was sent to every corner of the city via the communicator:

"Xin, you're still in this guy, right?"

"Didn't we say earlier that we were going to watch the ceremony? Before that, why not..."

"Let's watch a show together first."

He put down his hand, raised his head, and looked out through the gap that had not yet been covered by the creeping flesh. The walls of the storage and access hall had been repaired, but Fang Bailu knew that the Xihe girl could definitely see the scene outside the Xianying Palace:

"Our friends have been preparing for a long time."

……

There was light coming from the ground, piercing the haze above the city.

How many holographic generators are there in Kuala Lumpur? It is difficult to determine the exact number: the soft decoration of the house, the clothes when going out, the tide and cloud of advertisements, the color and fragrance of food... No one can live without it.

However, how many large-scale "Mirage"-class holographic generators are there that meet the power requirements and can "create clouds and mist instantly and form mountains and rivers"? Fang Bailu clearly understands this number.

There are 13,671 units.

During the not-so-long preparation period, the Compassionate Blade used the Supreme Thunder Sound to penetrate most of the firewalls and gained access to them.

Except for the hundreds of machines that were damaged or could not be turned on due to various strange problems, the rest were running at full power at this moment, blurring the line between illusion and reality.

The one responsible for overall control is Jie Shouzhen in Tianmo's heart.

Click...

Fang Bailu could faintly hear crisp sounds coming from the entire city: it was as if countless people were moving their cervical vertebrae in unison.

All the girls in Xihe that he could see turned their heads to one side, facing the direction where the light was coming from. Some even turned their necks 180 degrees and bent them backwards.

They are looking up at the sky.

Judging from the number of eyes, it should be the "new" side, right?

"Or rather, the part that is more like a human..."

Their bodies were shaking and twitching, but they couldn't stop those stubborn necks - in the "conversation" just now, "Xin" must have also seen Fang Bailu's next plan.

Fang Bailu wanted to laugh, but he only managed a forced grin. He looked at the four-eyed face of the Xihe girl and sighed:

"No matter what you become or what you call yourself... we are still human. As long as we are human, there will be space in our hearts."

“Those empty spaces are to be filled with other people: family, friends, lovers, or other fragile social relationships.”

"Of course you don't understand this - at least not yet. But I think 'he' does understand..."

This time, the Xihe girl did not give an answer.

next moment--

Ten fingers pierced through the clouds, gently pushing the dark grey sky to the sides: the sunlight shone through the gap. After an unknown period of time, the warm sun finally appeared in the sky of Kuala Lumpur again, coating the city with a layer of flowing gold.

I can’t feel the warmth of the sun on my skin—it’s an illusion created by the holographic light. But what’s the difference?

The clouds were finally slowly but firmly pushed aside, and the girl carefully poked her head out:

Her face was green and tender, with her hair curled up playfully and resting at the corners of her mouth. She had no makeup on her face, only her youth as her makeup.

Although they were far apart, Fang Bailu could still see the girl clearly——

“Eh? It’s already started…? Sorry, sorry!”

The clear voice was transmitted to every corner of Kuala Lumpur through the holographic generator.

The burning clouds of shyness spread across her cheeks and all the way to her neck. She stuck out her tongue and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

Fang Bailu was of course very familiar with this face: before becoming a celestial official, A Tong was a frequent visitor to the hardware store.

This is the face she had lost and reconstructed through modeling.

"Hello, everyone!"

Ah Tong pushed hard to the left and right, pushing the dark clouds to the sides and squeezing them out into the window-like gap.

She fell headfirst, opened her arms, and the pink petals of the princess sprinkled out from her palms, dancing like snow.

In mid-air, Atong spun magnificently with his sleeves twirling; then he landed steadily in the city without stirring up a cloud of dust.

The petals then scattered everywhere. This was a kind of rain that had never fallen in Kuala Lumpur before.

At this moment, the viewers were surprised to find that her body was so huge:

The hundreds-meter-long holographic body was made up of virtual magic of light and shadow, and the handmade hairpins on its temples were even taller than the top of Xianying Palace.

No matter where you are in the city, you can see this huge figure in the center of the city.

Those Xihe girls - or rather, their "other halves" - stood there in a daze, looking at the girl who raised her arms and greeted everyone around her.

The growth and transformation covering the city slowed down, and even the explosions and gunfire on the edge of the city became faint.

Fang Bailu raised his broken left hand, pulled out the thin rope on his index finger, wrapped it around the phone, and tied a secure knot.

He didn't expect to leave here alive:

"let's start."

call!

The mobile phone suddenly climbed upwards, dragging Fang Bailu into the air. It took Fang Bailu to poke open the membrane of Xianying Palace and continued to fly towards the sky.

Only then did he realize that the petals looked like they were carefully cut out of plastic bags - this was the personal touch that Atong added to these computer-generated performance sets.

Ah Tong turned his head several dozen meters long and seemed to catch the tiny figure flying out from between the tall buildings:

"hey-hey!"

She put her thumbs up in front of her chest, her eyes narrowed with a smile; the corners of her mouth stretched to the sides, making her dimples more obvious: the dimples could accommodate a truck.

Fang Bailu also laughed - he hadn't laughed so sincerely in a long time.

This was born out of a small promise: the whole of Kuala Lumpur was her stage and everyone would see the performance.

What will A Tong perform? Fang Bailu is also looking forward to it.

He raised his thumb vigorously, and continued to fly to the far end of the city amid the whistling of petals and strong winds:

The show and the war are about to begin.

Chapter 185 Song Beginning (Part )

Since the first day he learned about the existence of the "immortal" and the possibilities behind it, Fang Bailu has been thinking about several questions:

In what form will they exist?

How can we kill them?

as well as……

"Can you really do it with just the cards you have?"

As for the last question, there is no need to think about it now.

The phone gradually slowed down and landed on a rooftop far from the city with Fang Bailu: the alloy wire wrapped around the flying sword pulled the shoulder joint and elbow to make a sticky and strange sound. But he had already used his external consciousness to cut off the pain signal, so the wound on his left arm was harmless.

When I stepped onto the rooftop, my legs softened. It felt like I had been sitting on the toilet for too long. My lower body was numb and itchy, as if my legs had been replaced with iron bars.

Fang Bailu rolled up his trouser legs:

The skin was abnormally pale, which should be a sign of excessive blood loss; although he was clearly not exerting any effort, his muscles continued to expand and contract, and the veins and blood vessels were moving and swimming under the skin.

The artificial meridians implanted by myself "came back to life".

The soles of his feet suddenly tensed up uncontrollably, and he could no longer stand and fell to the ground.