Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

It seemed that even Anbennola did not expect what was happening at this moment - especially the fact that the cyborg could speak human language.

Fang Bailu's head lay in the palm of his prosthetic body, and he blinked at the Qigong practitioner; the trance caused by lack of oxygen in his brain made it impossible for him to see Anbennola's eyes clearly.

"I didn't expect it..."

The lid of the culture dish in the prosthetic chest popped open, catching Fang Bailu's lonely head that fell down - countless tubes extended from the wall of the dish and penetrated into Fang Bailu's seven orifices.

Fang Bailu sank into the life-support solution, squinted his eyes, opened his mouth wide, revealing his bright white teeth tinged with blood, and laughed silently.

The prosthetic body turned around, its chest quietly closed, covering up the smile that was distorted by the liquid. It spoke:

"How many times will I have to be the living dead in my life? Die and live again, die and live again."

The optical lenses in his eyes seemed to reveal a human-like gaze, turning to look at Anbenola and Erni's faces. The mobile phone flew low like a swallow catching a dragonfly, hovering in front of the face of the prosthesis.

It shrugged comically, its high, hydraulic trapezius muscles slamming into its cheeks:

“The digital me, the duplicated me… Anyway, I am still me—you see, the phone thinks the same way.”

“Perhaps, this is what is called a clear mind.”

Anbenola lowered her head and trembled slightly - her short light blonde hair covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Erni stopped repeating her monotonous words and answered softly, as if she wanted to conclude the scene before her:

"Namo Amitabha."

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How to avoid the "demon possession" caused by soul transfer? Fang Bailu's solution is simple - prepare a three-soul and seven-spirit in the prosthesis for the demon possession: a mental copy with all his memories, personality and individuality after real-time synchronization.

Xie Shouzhen was right: Fang Bailu had the qualifications to be enlightened and eventually became enlightened. This was the biggest difference between him and ordinary people - like a mentally ill patient who blended into the crowd, he was also unique.

But this is the age of the crazy...

Prosthetic, no, brand new Fang Bailu raised his arms driven by hydraulic muscles on both sides, and his palms covered with shining cloud pattern circuits faced the sky, which was clearing and blood-red as the clouds were being pushed away:

“It’s definitely going to be different this time.”

He had never been more certain of his human identity than at that moment. Only humans would ride on old mules and charge at the windmills of karma; this is the root of all happiness and misfortune.

A roar came from the sky.

The fuzzy clouds were torn into pieces by the storm. With the rapidly falling foreign object as the center, the compressed air pushed the white clouds outward, forming a circle like an engagement ring, but stretching for thousands of miles.

From the outside, the punishment brought by the Love Breakup Agreement is nothing more than a long cone as thick as a wrist. The cone is as black as ink, symbolizing the dead heart of the separated lovers.

In contrast, it caused a terrible storm:

"Unfaithful man! Unfaithful man! Unfaithful man!"

The terrifying screams echoed in the sky above the ruined city. From high to low, the few remaining relatively intact glass windows shattered one by one with the howling, like celebratory fireworks at a wedding.

Everything is going to be different.

Chapter 194 Dance All Over (End)

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The world looks completely different in Fang Bailu's eyes. This is the magical power brought by the new optical lens: things that were previously out of reach now seem to be very close - standing high on a building, he can even see Penang standing on the edge of the horizon.

Fang Bailu turned his head with little interest: Compared to this, a wider world opened a corner of the curtain in front of him.

That was a scenery totally different from the ordinary world.

Amid the ruins and blood and flesh, countless past scenes overlapped. Countless figures were still wandering around, hawking, shopping, or even strolling aimlessly.

The Internet was once a mirror, a pirated version of humanity. Now, it is a pirated version of reality.

This is what Kuala Lumpur really looks like right now: a ghost town. Those are ghosts… ghosts of the new era.

It no longer matters whether humans have souls: technology has carved new footnotes under the laws of nature.

Now, he could even glimpse the network ghosts floating in the real world - the traffic capture mechanism saw through the difference between yin and yang, outlining the residual souls that had lost their holographic imaging and optical existence but were still wandering in Kuala Lumpur.

Only a few records and data are left of them, which are illusions left over from the past; they are the self-service sales systems damaged by the Xihe girl, the advertising scripts that have developed a little intelligence in the long chaotic cycle, and even the behavioral patterns and trajectories of ordinary humans recorded by the equipment... If given time - they should all have some fate, able to break away from pure script control; rise to the form of spirits or ghosts, and possess true intelligence that goes beyond the "Chinese Room" type.

But now: these monotonous numbers are trapped in the narrow gap between life and death, the barrier between reality and the Internet; they will never be able to be reborn.

"Without 'life', there is no need to experience the pain that comes with life."

This made Fang Bailu want to laugh, and he added a note to this visual mechanism: "Yin Yang Eyes". In the sea of ​​suffering, the hardware is the barge - those passengers who fell into the sea can only sink for eternity... Or have they finally reached the other side?

The long cone was falling rapidly, and its tip was surrounded by a thin semicircular layer of plastic film. The deceleration of this punishment affected the change in air pressure, as if to recalibrate the target's position. It repeatedly broke the sound barrier and splashed loud noises around, as if expressing some kind of hesitation.

At the beginning of the Love and Destruction Agreement, Fang Bailu had this question in mind: How does it determine the target to attack? Or to change the question slightly: Which part of the mortal body can determine where a person is?

This is not the myth of the Ship of Theseus or something similar: when the elements that make up the mortal body are replaced, is the person in the skin still "me"? At present, this is not even a paradox.

Fang Bailu recalled the secret that the previous owner had told her at the end: when she woke up, the corpse next to her who had died of liver cancer was...

"The physical body... is certainly not a necessary element to constitute 'me'."

He has used this way of thinking ever since.

Back to the targeting of the "Love and Despair Agreement", there are three simple possible answers:

A. Brain - the residence of the three souls and seven spirits.

B. The human body and torso—at least the larger piece of flesh.

C. The penis...and the entire reproductive system?

At this moment, the old version of Fang Bailu (only his head) was floating in the petri dish in his chest, protected by a material that blocked electrical signals; while his body along with his penis was thrown towards the Xihe girl.

"Unfaithful man! Unfaithful man! Unfaithful man!"

The high-decibel roar suppressed the noise: the long cone must be equipped with a high-quality speaker system.

"Unfaithful man... Unfaithful man. What I want to do most is to castrate the unfaithful man, right?"

Although judging from the momentum of the "Love Absolute Agreement", the lower body pierced by the long cone would probably explode with the impact force, and even skin tissue close to the square centimeter level could not be found...

A two-thirds chance of being correct... This is already high enough for Fang Bailu: his previous gambling nature has already left a deep mark on the feedback mechanism of dopamine, and has also been transplanted into the virtual neurotransmitter system of the electronic brain.

Moreover, he is willing to believe in tacit understanding——

boom!

The last sonic boom sounded over Kuala Lumpur, and the long cone passed through the sound barrier again. It did not land on Fang Bailu's head: as he expected, the location of the "Love Absolute Agreement" came to the city center, above the giant flesh and blood tree.

It was like a rapier hanging upside down. The clouds and air pushed out by the air pressure formed a semicircular guard, and the sharp blade broke through the clouds and stabbed vertically -

Immediately afterwards...

It was as if an invisible, transparent oval hammer had hit the top of the giant tree; the three-pointed branches and the knobby trunk suddenly caved inward and were flattened; the squeezed blood splashed upward and to the left and right like rain, like an ice cream that had been licked in the middle, leaving only a raised edge.

The long cone, which was only as thick as a wrist, should not have caused such a degree of impact and damage. However, Fang Bailu's dynamic vision discovered that before falling, the long cone rotated at high speed in all directions with the middle boundary as the center, forming a sphere with afterimages - like a huge blade ball that twisted endlessly.

flutter……

With the strange sound of flesh squirming, the long cone was completely immersed in the tree trunk.

All the noise just now disappeared, leaving only the tail of the long cone along the way: a straight line running through the sky and the earth - the rumbling sound was like thunder in the distance, coming from the giant tree that the Xihe girl transformed into.

Almost endless blood gushed out from the sunken gap in the long cone; Fang Bailu was reminded of a chocolate fountain: only, it was dark brown with a hint of red.

After being successively subjected to Fang Bailu's Heart Sword, the salvation of the Buddha's reward body, and the heavenly punishment of the Love Breaking Agreement, even the immortal who had just awakened from the tortoise's breath...

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As if struggling in despair, the crumbling trunk of the giant tree suddenly bulged outwards: there were three of them, all covered with cortical-like grooves and bulging arteries; they suddenly swelled up like balloons, each of them was abnormally large, with crystal clear liquid under the almost transparent skin, and shadows swaying up and down.

"Fang Bailu." Unlike usual, Anbennola's abrupt call seemed gentle and soft; "Plant your head into the middle fruit. The middle one, okay?"

Then, she lowered her voice and did not wait for Fang Bailu's answer:

"I want to change the love-break agreement."

It was a murmur, just a few decibels higher than the receiving range of the throat microphone; but it was so clearly audible in the sound pickup modules all over Fang Bailu's body.

Although Anbenola had crushed the mask with integrated communication function herself, it did not affect her communication with the first line of communication.

She pulled the shawl closer to her body, and the electric sparks from the friction between her palm and the tip burned through the ends of her hair, leaving charred marks. The nun continued to recite poems from the old times in a low voice:

"Command: The clouds are thousands of miles away, the mountains are covered with snow, to whom is the shadow heading?"

Fang Bailu caught the sharp roar of the long cone, which was slowly coming out from the barrier of blood and flesh.

"The agreement has been modified! The agreement has been modified!"

A line of blood shot up from the Xihe girl. It spun, shedding blood:

"The sky is jealous, I don't believe it, the orioles and swallows have all turned to dust..."

This time, there was less ferocity and more sorrow in Long Cone's howl—

It turned in mid-air and aimed at the rooftop where Fang Bailu and the others were...

Then, it came from the air.

Everything became so slow, as if the torrent of time was mixed and poured into sticky glue.

No matter how much blood and brain matter the long cone was previously stained with, it was now thrown into the air at high speed, leaving the cone body smooth and clean.

Clearly black and white words gushed out from the cone, and the holographic projection created a huge rolling flag that kept flashing. It was a slogan used for propaganda, and it also announced the purpose of the attack:

"All lovers are buried here."

Fang Bailu's feet, made of gold and iron, turned downwards suddenly with the ankle joints as the axis, and slammed into the mottled and riddled ground.

He naturally understood what was happening at this time:

If you draw an extension line from the tip of the cone, the end point will be Anbennola's chest... and the shawl she pulled in front of her body.

Combined with that poem, Fang Bailu could be sure of one thing. The goal of the Love Breakup Agreement had changed - now it was enforcing an old yet new behavior: "suicide for love".

For a moment, Anbennola's gaze turned over: worry, regret, reluctance and a cold farewell were all gathered in it; and Fang Bailu could see it clearly through the pre-loaded cold reading software.

"She was planning to do this from the beginning..."

A long spike is a divine punishment that hits two preys: the immortal's wonderful tree, and the Buddha's reward body.

There is no need for a pair to die for love - only one person needs to sacrifice his or her life in exchange for the continuation of the other.

……

but--

"This woman... damn, why is she always like this now and in the future?!"

He couldn't tell whether it was anger or some other emotion.

Fang Bailu's body at this moment was already able to keep pace with the speed of his thoughts - no, even his thoughts, carried by the new medium, were faster and clearer than the light and fire of the thunder.

He put the four fingers of his right hand together and placed them on the back end of the phone. He bent his forearm backward and pressed it against the hydraulically stretched biceps. His entire heavy but elastic body sank fiercely, his head and shoulders hit the ground, his arms stretched out due to the inertia brought by the weight of his whole body and his own output, and twisted into a circle due to the kinetic energy.

This is a crude spear thrower made by human bodies in a flash. Thousands of years ago, ancient humans used the same projectile structure to hunt lions and tigers on the grasslands:

The phone fired.

Ping——

There are two straight lines that slightly intersect on the roof of the building and then separate, dividing the world into irregular fragments.

The phone slid past the long cone - the flying sword, which was already running at full power, was given a terrifying initial velocity, exceeding its previous limit. The long cone, which changed direction, lost some of its momentum after losing the energy, power and inertia from the top of the sky.

With the high-frequency friction that only the microphone could capture, the forward line of the long cone was slightly offset: Fang Bailu could see the long scratch on the back of the phone, running through the entire body.

The deflected cone first passed through the stretched shawl: the scriptures on the surface (the point that was hit read "When the self-nature is awakened, the karma consciousness comes to emptiness") and the golden and red background shattered with the impact, forming spider-web-like cracks.

Silently, the half of the shawl that extended out of Erni's body turned into sparkling debris all over the sky.

Those travelers, whether they were chanting, praying, sitting on the ground, or trekking through the ruins of the city, all put down their folded hands. Their eyes flickered, and they lowered their heads and sighed, as if they were once again trapped in an eternal mystery.

The long cone continued to fly forward.

Then, it passed through Ambenola's right shoulder: almost instantly, her shoulder joint was transformed into a large round hole by the long cone that passed through it, separating the connection between her body and her right arm.

The shredded Taoist robe's sleeves and ceramic skin flew out in all directions: Fang Bailu saw the movement of each fragment - they rotated and burst outward, forming a flower facing the sun, a perfect circle.

The right arm that had torn through countless pieces of steel and flesh fell to the ground, creating a hole several centimeters deep. Nerve tubes, blood mist, and flashing electric fire extended from the hole in the Qigong practitioner's shoulder.