Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Hey, I finally couldn't help it."

Without thinking too much, he knew that it was the Xihe girl who was activating the meridians in her body.

Fang Bailu was touching his body, feeling the eyes of the city being cast upon him.

This was not an illusion: even from this angle, he could see the Xihe girl's gaze coming from all over Kuala Lumpur -

Some of them cling to the walls of the buildings, some dig their toes into the cement, and sit on the rooftops like birds. The distant buildings are covered with protrusions, as if covered with barnacles: a closer look reveals that they are newly grown heads.

No matter what size and form the Xihe girl was in, one of her heads was firmly fixed on A Tong, while the other was staring at Fang Bailu without blinking.

If I wait until the activation is complete, I will probably become like that.

Fang Bailu finally took out the medicine box from his pocket, pulled out the needleless syringe marked "muscle relaxant", and inserted it into his thigh.

The bulges that had been moving restlessly finally calmed down. This "muscle relaxant" was originally intended to be used on the deeply transformed enemies when breaking into Xianying Palace.

He turned his head and saw the huge figure of A Tong clearly. In Kuala Lumpur now, this seat can be regarded as a first-class seat.

Unfortunately, Fang Bailu is in a hurry now.

Perhaps it was because Atong was attracting most of the attention - the intensity and speed of meridian activation were lower than expected: even ordinary drugs could suppress it temporarily.

With the effect of the medicine, I should be able to hold on until the end of Atong's performance.

He prepared several plans to fight against the immortals at such a time -

It's time to try the first one.

Fang Bailu leaned against the edge of the rooftop, with a neural network access box at hand, which is standard equipment in every residential building.

He opened the lid of the box—

The chaotic pipelines of the past now look particularly scary:

Bright red nerve plexuses are entangled in it, and the tail end is an interface made of muscle and bone. Optical cables and nerve pipelines were once the blood vessels of this city, and countless bytes of information flowed through them.

But now, the Internet of the past has been eroded by another medium - the body of the Xihe girl.

Maybe we could call it the “Internet of Meat”?

But as long as we can connect to the Xihe girl, it will be enough.

Fang Bailu pulled out the cable from the tablet computer and inserted it into the strange, regular-shaped mass of flesh and blood.

He touched the neural electrode on his temple, took a deep breath, and prepared to enter his electronic body in the digital space.

That is the legacy that the time of sleep has given me.

Fang Bailu raised his middle finger towards the countless gazes:

"Keep looking at me?"

hum!

The holographic generators in the city increased their power. Fang Bailu saw Ah Tong squatting down in the jungle of steel and flesh, and was about to say something.

"Be good at your job——"

Then he fell into a sea of ​​information.

……

Yi Daiyan didn't know which of the situations before him was more bizarre:

She is a girl taller than a skyscraper...

Or those monsters that suddenly became motionless and unable to move?

Curiosity did not stay in the police officer's mind for long - no matter what happened, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape.

The only destination now is the police station: there are firepower, weapons and transportation there, without which it is impossible to leave the city.

Yi Daiyan dragged his increasingly heavy legs and led the child across the ruins on the street. There were no other survivors on the road, only monsters standing there surrounded by thick smoke and flesh, with their heads looking at one end of the city.

The holographic billboards that fell to the ground also became strange: the models were still enthusiastically promoting the dual cultivation simulator - but there was an extra head growing on their necks.

Yi Daiyan turned his head away and quickened his pace, not wanting to look at the strange scene; but the characters in the advertisements around him were reminding him with their two heads:

Now, I am the "monster" who doesn't fit in.

"What am I doing? My body is about to fall apart, and I want to run for my life with a kid..."

The breath smelled of blood, and the skin on the fingertips fell off when I pinched it. My nose was blocked as if I had a cold, but what came out was dark red mucus.

Finally, he had no choice but to lower his head and look at his toes moving crookedly forward.

Yi Daiyan felt someone tug at his sleeve. Turning around, he saw the child looking at the center of the city with eyes full of excitement and fear:

"That person is moving. How can he be so big? Is he a real person?"

The police officer looked at the falling petals passing through his shoulders, flashing the pale blue disturbance of holographic light:

"It's fake. People can't be that big."

A delicate and lustrous white wall, dozens of meters wide, passed through the building as if it were nothing - it was the girl's calf.

If she were a real object, Yi Daiyan would have been submerged in the shadow that covered the sky; the dust stirred up by the slightest movement would have swept through the streets like a sandstorm.

But that's not it: she is just a colorful bubble, like many things the city gives itself.

"This must be a program pre-recorded by some celestial official... The city is in such a mess right now, no one has time to care."

What new tricks could there be? Mostly a solo, with a little dancing at best. Except for the messengers of the heavenly officials, everyone was tired of it.

"Let's go, run for our lives."

Yi Daiyan pulled the child and continued forward.

At the other end, the giant girl half-crouched down and continued her speech toward the city:

"Um... my name is Tong! I'm glad to be able to perform here!"

The volume provided by the holographic generator is just right, as if it is coming from your ear.

"Actually, I prepared a lot... but in the end, I chose the one I wanted the most."

"Most wanted?"

Although he was in a hurry to get on the road, Yi Daiyan couldn't help but raise his head. These four words had an inexplicable appeal:

Colorful lights flashed across the girl's hand, and a pipa appeared in her hand - a hundred-meter-long pipa. The keyboard set installed on the string grooves was shining with a faint light, and the pickups were distributed throughout the instrument, ready to capture the vibrations of the strings and convert them into electrical signals.

"A lead electric pipa..."

Yi Daiyan slowed down his pace, and a faint curiosity suddenly arose in his chest.

Ah Tong plucked the strings lightly, and the lively melody spread throughout Kuala Lumpur:

"Today, I want to perform with my family."

There were strange vibrations in the air, and the noise of the holographic generators was clearly audible. This was a sign that they were generating further strange visions -

hum!

More huge figures appeared with the rolling clouds. They either jumped down from the sky or walked out of the neon arches - they had only one thing in common: they were holding various musical instruments in their hands. They were men and women, old and young: if it weren't for this abrupt occasion, it would really look like a big family outing together.

But compared to A Tong, their eyes lacked spirit. Yi Daiyan also worked in the red-light district - the empty eyes of these people were no different from those workers who cut off their consciousness and rented out their bodies.

These are just "shells" - fake puppets created by calculation, with no real people behind them.

They surrounded the girl.

"band……?"

Yi Daiyan saw the smile on the girl's face: this kind of smile he had only seen in immersive movies, it shouldn't exist in real life.

The girl raised her hand and pointed at the people around her one by one:

"The shamisen, the player, is my father."

"Where's Luan Zheng, my mother?"

"Keyboard and bass drum, sister. Yes! Sister!"

"chimes……"

……

A spotlight extended from the top of the sky, shining the light towards the focal point of the stage.

Finally, the girl finished introducing the people around her. She took a deep breath, puffed up her cheeks, and then spit out:

"Hello everyone, we are 'Atong Family'!"

After saying that, she placed her ten fingers on the strings.

The sound waves rolled by.

The strings were plucked like a storm, and the sound of the piano was as sharp as a knife, like an electric current running along the back of the spine and across the scalp. Then the big drums and chimes jumped into the river of melody, leading the rolling beat; the sound of the flute and the zither echoed with the deep sound of the bass sheng, embellishing the hot and surging auditory feeling.

The microphone, drawn by the changing light and shadow, broke out of the ground and grew in front of A-Tong's face. She opened her mouth:

"At dusk, when the rain stops, there is a night-blooming jasmine

Clouds and mist lazily cover this river

The five senses are open but the mind is stagnant

He swung his fists at Cotton with his strong limbs! "

The vibrating singing sound passed through Yi Daiyan's body, shaking him. It was not a beautiful ballad, nor was it a melodious tune. He just felt like someone was holding up a sledgehammer and hitting his chest.

"The malaria is pragmatic and points out the money

Humaqi is a cynic and a homebody

Fish jumps over the dragon gate to pass the ivory tower

The dumb cow cleared the wasteland and built a bridge to the sky! "

(Dumb Cow-Frog Pond)

Chapter 186 Song Beginning (Part )

The sea of ​​information has changed.

The digital sea water that was once colorless was dyed a bright red, and it became darker as it went deeper.

As Fang Bailu was sinking, he occasionally saw flesh buds swimming around him like fish.

"Red Ocean..."

This is a signal that the public network in Kuala Lumpur and even in Singapore and Malaysia is undergoing changes.

Even the information in the sea water became increasingly complex and turbid, mixed with many scattered sensory signals: Fang Bailu could see, ask, and hear his own physical body leaning on the rooftop in reality from various angles - this should be the data that overflowed when the Xihe girls connected to the Internet.

Fang Bailu swam more and more vigorously, his mind freed from the limitations of his broken body and running at high speed.

He wanted to sort out the information he had obtained after a brief contact with the Xihe girl:

For example...what is the "way to longevity"?

He had an inference about this.

"Technology. It's some applied technology that spans several disciplines."

The "way to longevity" of the Xihe girl includes at least several forms of expression: first, the manipulation and modification of the innate Qi - in her hands, the human body is like a Lego toy, and can even complete the generation and iteration of new traits in a short period of time. This is beyond Fang Bailu's understanding of the new century biochemical science.

However, in actual physical evolution, she prefers to imitate and recreate existing tools rather than using biological characteristics to advance technology to a higher level.

Compared to Fang Bailu’s imagination, the Xihe girl’s way of thinking is still... too "human".

This is a weakness worth exploiting.

"Although, these weird products do meet her autistic desires."

He sailed through the currents of the sea of ​​information, letting his thoughts run wild:

"But does this mean that she only knows the results but not the reasons? She just knows how to use it——"

If this guess is correct, then the person hidden under that ghostly body is just some kind of... "tool user"?

Perhaps the years of sleep were just for the purpose of mastering and digesting this tool; and the "birth" she mentioned was to truly understand the way to immortality and successfully move to the next level of life.