Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

It was a brief dream from the "widow" of a fourteen-year-old hacker - Fang Bailu didn't even know whether this violated any law in New Malaysia - the dream born of the fox demon's power broke straight into Fang Bailu's restless sleep.

This indirectly confirmed what the fox demon said: Fang Bailu himself did not believe that there were hackers in New Malaysia who could silently penetrate the eighteen Buddhist majesties set up by Compassion Blade for the prosthetic body; the loopholes in the skills and supernatural powers may only be understood by the closest partners.

According to her, Compassion Blade's bardo body was probably physically isolated - and according to his tracking, the final coordinates that could be located were on Luzon Island.

Besides that... there is another important reason.

Fang Bailu moved his feet slightly, so that he could stand closer to the cargo hold at the stern. After all, that was where the -

Beep beep beep!

"...Hello? Hey, hey! Oh, it's Shin-chan! We just arrived, um, just arrived a short while ago. Um, the ship just stopped. Hello? Hello! Can you hear me?... Tsk, what a weird signal."

Fang Bailu impatiently turned off the remote communication, turned his head 180 degrees, and uttered a high-decibel synthetic voice towards the cabin:

"Mr. Park? Mr. Park! The signal is very bad! I can't even make a stable call! Can you tune it up?"

A low response came from the cabin, Pu Wenzhi's weak voice was about to be drowned out by the crashing of the waves:

"The agreement has been changed. Please try again."

……

Beep beep——

Fang Bailu turned his head back silently. He couldn't help but want to use the flexible cervical vertebrae of his prosthesis:

"Oh, it's calling again!... Hello? Yes, I can hear you! It's better this time, the voice is very clear."

He had a flash of thought and immediately retrieved the credit and financial information of Fang's Hardware Store by simulating the three souls and seven spirits:

"…Everything was fine along the way! By the way, do you know what to do if the debt collector comes looking for you? Well, it's good to know…"

In order to raid the Xianying Palace of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society, Fang Bailu borrowed a large amount of money and robbed all the organizations and entities he knew - the scope covered was far more than just the small Kuala Lumpur:

"Oh, let's not talk about boring things! You and Tong were having fun, weren't you? Your legs have grown out of - oh, business? Business..."

Fang Bailu walked towards the cargo hold, and the weight of the prosthesis caused the weathered deck to creak.

He stood in front of the cargo hold and slightly adjusted the output power of his prosthesis to bring it to the most suitable state for combat - he originally wanted to take a deep breath, but he no longer had a respiratory system - then he opened the hatch.

……

"…It's normal, don't worry, 'he' is normal. The forbidden techniques are all intact."

The voices around fell silent - both Erni and Master Huang Wu silently turned their attention here.

Every member of the small caravan would turn around and look towards the cargo hold when they had nothing to do: at the coffin that was dragged out of the hardware store and carried all the way (except Fang Bailu - he asked a lucky surviving foreign craftsman called "Drowning Ghost" to perform a ritual, and had a groove opened in the back of his head and an external Taoist eye).

The reason why they insisted on using land and sea transportation instead of any aircraft was because of this "white coffin".

The "old house" transported from the second floor of the hardware store was once crystal clear and flawless, with one end extending diagonally upward, outlining a smooth arc, like a fully spread flying wing. Now it is wrapped with long-lasting gel, curing materials and talismans for sealing; pure black, lacquered white and rectangular soft plastic yellow paper interlaced, making it look like some kind of low-quality handicraft; long ropes with neural signal blockers are wrapped around and tightened around the coffin, and from time to time bright blue sparks flash and crackle when the electricity is turned on. Only the white mist is still lingering, making it difficult for the eyes outside the coffin to see the scene inside.

But anyone can see that something terrifying is sealed inside.

But everyone tacitly avoided the topic: the lonely head preserved in cryogenic conditions in the white coffin, the older version of Fang Bailu...

He was taught the secret of immortality.

Chapter 197: Unfilial (Part )

"The plan now is... let me see, head north."

Fang Bailu raised his right arm towards the sky: the "little devil" residing in his left palm was now hovering in the air fifteen meters above the ground, with its five propeller blades rotating continuously, in line with the product design specification of "five hearts facing the sky".

"Find a car in this small village and head north. It will take an hour or two to get to Manila."

It's a wonderful experience... If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "sense of overlap."

The information transmitted by the seven detection units installed on the little ghost converged into one and blasted into Fang Bailu's mind, making him feel as if he was in two man-made objects at the same time.

Even now—the carrier of Fang Bailu's soul has changed from the synapses on the neurons to the simulated virtual neural network—this weird feeling of confusion still makes him uncomfortable. Spanning hundreds of years, a total of more than 20 years of survival experience has solidified the unique way of thinking of vertebrates, causing him to be hurt in this collision; this is the limitation of native humans. Even if they have been able to get rid of the flesh that has been selected from the ancient times and considered the most suitable for survival by the innate qi, the human mind is still not born for metal and machines.

The little ghost fell slowly at a constant speed and transformed for the second time, imitating the structure of human knuckles, like a flower bud, unfolding layer by layer, blooming from the center, and folding it again into a complete palm. This little ghost was just obtained by Fang Bailu - the previous owner spent a lot of effort and time, using various collected formulas, secret spells and self-defined modules to feed it and make it change freely.

……

Fang Bailu cannot achieve enlightenment and control his prosthesis through the Buddhist way of Nirvana. This is not the choice he would make: re-write a simulation of his own personality and memory, and operate it with an exhaustive "Chinese Room", playing an eternal question-and-answer game with the outside world with the illusion of the past - not real thinking, but still maintaining the appearance and characteristics of various intelligent individuals... "neither life nor death, neither impurity nor purity".

It is simple and pleasing - that's the case for those who have long lost the joy of worldly life; it is also the reason why the guardian gods and arhats can walk freely in the human world.

There was a sentence in the help document he found: Eliminate the cause and effect of life and death, and escape the waterfall of life and death. And the Buddhist disciples did practice this with their bodies, but it was completely different from what Fang Bailu thought and wanted. He was willing to be his own puppet - the premise was that this self really existed.

……

"Fang Bailu. Fang Bailu?"

There was a call (62 decibels) coming from the three o'clock position, 13.2 meters away from him in a straight line.

He couldn't discern the emotion in it: he only knew that the speech was rapid - compared to the samples he usually collected.

……

What if you sharpen your heart? This is an idea that Fang Bailu had before many changes happened. Analyze the Taoism, incorporate the limbs installed by technology into the original body; slowly, deeply, and meticulously polish your personality, use various symbols and symbols as anchors for psychology and reality; build an expansion dock for the three souls and seven spirits through cognitive science and suggestion technology, and wear a mask to entrust yourself, so as to slow down the alienation and collapse of the original thinking.

Make the three souls and seven spirits compatible with things other than humans. Until one day, your Yang Shen and heart spirit are strong enough to embrace the myriad things in the world...

The cultivation path of the Qigong practitioner.

However, Fang Bailu has lost the basis for moving forward in this way: no one - as long as you have absorbed and emitted information from the outside world in a human body and have possessed the imprint of a human "soul" - can suddenly accept a completely constructed body.

Becoming a demon is his only destination.

……

There were footsteps - 12.53 meters away from him. The source of the sound was closing the distance between Fang Bailu and him. It was the friction caused by the polyurethane soles compressing the sand. The interval between each contact of the soles was between 0.95 seconds and 1.13 seconds, one heavy and one light. The owner of the footsteps could not maintain a good balance while walking.

It was almost there - in less than ten seconds - in front of me.

……

Possessed.

Fang Bailu doesn't like this negative word: it sounds like it represents a bleak and gloomy future. In fact, demon possession is just a collection of descriptions: a symptom of the various symptoms of human weakness that collapses after being subjected to the power of technology. Cotard syndrome, severe bisexual disorder, continuous tuning syndrome... The soul of a demon-possessed person is like a turbid soup bowl, and their thoughts are constantly cooked and baked until they turn into dark pink juice.

Many people are willing to believe that the human mind has infinite elasticity or potential, and will always rise from all kinds of hardships and turn the past into scars. However, psychological damage is usually as fatal as physical injury: it's just that such death occurs in the present, but it will take decades for the walking dead to slowly show the process of decay.

Can possession compress such a long period of decay? Compress it into a few months? A year? A few years? The answer to this question may be hidden in the personnel files and research laboratories of the companies. After all, the samples -

……

"...Fang Bailu."

"Hey. You're daydreaming again."

The sensors covering the right side of his face sent temperature and pressure readings: a hand was touching his face. It was Anbenola.

The heat from the human hand awakened Fang Bailu from his inane meditation - a very emotional statement. But now Fang Bailu could only know the fluctuation of numbers, and this feeling came from his imagination.

Just as Fang Bailu just knew that Anbennola was walking towards him, he just deliberately ignored it.

He didn't need to lower his head to see Anbennola clearly. Fang Bailu's strange face before the synthetic skin was reflected in her eyes, which made him move his optical lens away:

"Oh, it's stuck. Oh, it's been stuck all the time recently. I don't know if it's because I put too much stuff in it."

Fang Bailu shrugged: The latter part is the truth. He replaced a lot of parts for the prosthesis and added countless weapons. After putting aside the concerns about the possibility of demonic possession, choosing those high-risk manual modifications became so easy and cost-effective: he did not need expensive mental plug-ins to avoid the possibility of demonic possession brought about by these parts with parameters exceeding the standard.

"Um……"

Anbenola withdrew his hand and hid it in his wide sleeves:

"There are many evil monks in Luzon, so it's always good to be more prepared."

She seemed to believe Fang Bailu's words. The Qigong practitioner then turned around and headed towards Manila. The empty right sleeve of her robe swayed in the wet breeze from the coast, like a flag that had not yet been raised.

The right hand of Anbennola that was torn off by the Love Agreement was not only a prosthetic body replaced through surgery, but also the "fruit of the Tao" from her long years of practice.

The right arm is perfectly tuned with the nun's mind, and can exert maximum power without damaging the three souls and seven spirits; it is also one of the signs for her to maintain the balance of body and mind. But once it has been damaged to this extent, it cannot be solved by just repairing it and installing it again: Anbenola has regarded it as "external property" again. This is the connection between the Tao fruit and the Qigong practitioner: the Tao in it is mysterious. Problems like this during the practice... Fang Bailu has no solution at all:

"Yeah, those 'demons'. But I don't think it's a big problem."

This negative name is not a native name of Luzon Island. In the mouths of the people of Luzon, demons are usually suffixed with "great king" and "superior" - the hierarchy and respect it carries are self-evident. However, rumors about their true nature always flow through Southeast Asian countries with the products, and Fang Bailu often listens to them as horror stories.

"Oh! Demon! What is that?" Erni suddenly jumped down from the bow and landed beside the two men; the swordsman held the tip of the jade shoot against his face, and the rotating prosthetic limb blew his long hair back. She moved her feet slightly and cut in between Fang Bailu and Anbennola:

"Boss, you are a wild one. Tell me quickly - is it easy to kill? Hmm... it doesn't sound easy to kill."

"Demon - if we meet, you can't call him that to his face - on the one hand, he's more like... a production team leader? Or the last step in the process of making products in a factory."

"Oh! So it is..." Erni's eyes suddenly widened and she nodded thoughtfully; "...I'm sorry, I still don't understand. Well, I don't quite understand."

"Er Ni, you work for a company, so it's normal that you haven't used Luzon's processed parts. Let me tell you: this place is different from Singapore and Malaysia. There are very few automated production lines, or basically no automated production lines. Most of the implants and prostheses exported are made and polished by hand, a bit like... a small workshop? But the precision is very high! The goods are better than those from the factory. I placed an order with Luzon before, and I had to wait in line for several months before the goods were shipped. But the goods are really worth it - I heard that they have some interesting traditions to improve production efficiency..."

"Boss...are you off topic? I want to ask..."

"Don't worry, the demon - well, it should be here soon. You can go and see it with your own eyes, or just kill it for fun."

"what?"

The tip of the jade shoot stopped spinning, and Erni's long sapphire hair fell down.

"I used the little ghost to see a demon in front of me. It's in the village."

Fang Bailu raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the beach - there were concrete steps and embankments; and above them was a small village called Sanguliguato.

Jubilant shouts and enthusiastic cries were gradually heard, coming from far away and getting closer; the noisy voices were filled with joy and happiness. Mixed in with them was a strange sound: crunch, crunch; it seemed that someone was struggling to chew some crispy snack.

"Well, they should be here soon."

Chapter 198: Unfilial Piety (IV)

First, there were crowds.

One by one, villagers walked out of the shacks made of scrap iron and plastic in Sangguliguato, joined the celebrating crowd and headed towards the sea. Children used their extra hands to hug their parents, who were grafted on their thoracic vertebrae, to keep them balanced; brothers and sisters hunched over, carrying the delicate heads of their younger siblings on their backs; newlyweds ignored their unhealed joints and trotted into the crowd with their four transplanted lower limbs.

They all dragged the "water gold" they collected on a daily basis, put the waste floating from the sea into woven bags and carried them behind them.

The crowd stretched out in a long line and cheered.

Erni stood on tiptoe, shielded her eyes with her palms, and looked towards where Sanguliguato was:

"Ganlin-san? This transformation style is very weird. I really don't understand overseas fashion trends. Wait, isn't there just one demon? Why are there so many?"

Anbenola shook his head and continued Erni's question:

"They are not demons, these are just ordinary Luzon people."

"Huh?! What about the demon?"

"The demon is coming, there."

Fang Bailu did not reach out to point out the figure that had just stepped out of the huts: everyone could tell who the "demon" was at a glance, and would remember its appearance for a long, long time.

……

It looked like a "birthday cake" divided into three levels, much taller and larger than the shed: three thick cylinders, large, medium and small, stacked on top of each other - except that this cake was made of flesh, bones, metal and plastic; there were rollers installed under the base, and it was dragged forward by dozens of thick, multi-jointed human legs like spider limbs.

The heads were half embedded in the iron sheet, like round grapes piled on the cream on the surface of a cake, and even a few grapes were put on the candles.

More than a dozen rusty conveyor belts rotated on the layered cross-section of the monsters and passed in front of these heads; the water gold thrown by the villagers into the monsters' path was classified and rotated one by one.

Long arms made of bone extensions stretched out from the holes on the demon's body, leaping quickly over the waste and parts. Each hand had seven to twelve long fingers, some slender, some thick, some strangely shaped, serving as substitutes for various tools.

The demons - or rather, the "heads" within them - were issuing sharp questions and arguments to each other in some obscure dialect, creating a noisy buzzing sound; but the pairs of arms operating on the conveyor belts never stopped for a moment.

Every time it takes a step forward, shiny new objects are thrown out from the outlet at the back of its body: they are the garbage and waste swallowed by the demon, which have been processed, refurbished or reassembled into finished products.

The villagers followed it like children following candy, cheering with every outpouring and fighting for ownership of every piece of excrement.

Replenishing raw materials, reprocessing, and completing products: this is the eating, digestion, and excretion that are unique to demons, from birth to death, and the cycle repeats over and over again.

……

"Demons: Chieftains, Lords and Outsourced Processors in the Philippines. Associative Jump: Mobile Factory/Family Inheritance/Intimate."

The database popped up precise entries, providing an explanation for this nightmarish thing.

But there is naturally no such thing in dreams. All kinds of confusing images and mixed strange scenes are mixed together: this is what the human nervous system's cognition, memory, and distracting thoughts cook up in rapid eye movement sleep.

Fang Bailu doesn't dream - after he moved into this body, his mind, which was once as unpredictable as a storm, condensed into a shape and turned into a cement-cast archive.