Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Angels that stray from the flock will secrete tracking pheromones to serve as beacons to guide their lambs; and the snow ghost's prey is now thousands of miles away from home, and the strength of the pheromones is so strong that even the olfactory bulbs of the non-believers can sense it.

The snow ghost could feel the pheromones of the Trinity shining like a torch, much more conspicuous than in the previous few days - this showed that the angels' firm belief, or fanaticism, had suddenly reached a new level.

"what happened?"

She suddenly stopped walking - because the answer to the question might be right in front of her. The corner ahead, a sealed groove in the sewer, was filled with the light of pheromones; even the snow ghost's secondary olfactory bulb began to ache.

The snow ghost continued to move forward without making any sound. The hunting in the past ten days was easier than expected. She was not surprised: this was naturally the blessing of Mazu. Everything, whether good or bad, was arranged by Mazu.

She turned into the groove in silence: the angel knelt on the rough and dirty ground of the sewer with his back to her, motionless.

It was a creature with shriveled wings. The feathers on one wing had all fallen off. It had no secondary sexual characteristics and its gender could not be identified. Its naked body was covered with wrinkles and age spots, and its four arms were curled up in front of its chest. Its bald head was surrounded by sparse white hair.

Snow Ghost stood still for a long while before she approached in silence: She was sure that the angel was dead. If it were usual, she would have cut off the target's head before approaching; but at this moment, what was more important was the reason why the angel suddenly died.

That was an angel who had never cheered for baptism and had never received a holy mark, so he still maintained a humanoid appearance.

Of course, it's relative.

The human face has a long bird's beak, which hangs limply on the chest. It kneels down, curled up, with one pair of hands folded and clenched, placed on the mouth, in a prayer posture; the other pair of arms points straight forward. Gold and white tear marks flow from the angel's three pairs of eyes and extend to the neck.

Although this was the first time that Snow Ghost had personally witnessed the true appearance of the "winged man", or the "angel" mentioned by the Patriarch, the abnormality on the corpse was obviously very different from what he had heard in the past:

On the left half of the body and the wing where all the feathers had shed, faces began to emerge, covering the torso and limbs; some of them were higher and had sparse light golden hair, which made it possible to tell that they were unformed heads.

The expressions on each face were slightly different, most had their eyelids slightly closed, looking peaceful and serene, while others had a mixture of ferocious pain and confusion. However, they all had the same facial features: beautiful and heroic, clearly not the appearance of an angel.

Apart from this, there were no other obvious external injuries on the angel's body.

The Snow Ghost had never seen such a strange sight: was this some kind of magical power that had recently flowed into Luzon?

She squatted down, leaning the sword at her side, and looked in the direction pointed by the angel's index finger dripping with honey-colored blood; as the visual mode switched, the deep and dark sewer lit up in her eyes -

In the last moments of its existence, the angel seemed to have given up hiding and escaping, and instead built a crude and tiny chapel in the corner of the sewer.

The concrete of the sewer became a canvas, and the angel used his blood, which was made of milk and honey, as paint to cover the entire wall; in the center was a relief carved by his claws, which was lifelike:

It was a solitary human head, placed on a colorless coffin. Among the blurred facial features, one could only make out a huge mouth that was stretched to the ears. The angel's drooping head was facing the relief - it seemed that this was the object it worshipped before its death.

Surrounding the human head relief is the only text in the entire graffiti, which is not common in Luzon: "The Seventh Messiah."

"The Seventh Messiah?"

Snow Ghost pondered the title but came up with nothing. But she recognized the image depicted in the relief—in just a few months, rumors about the head on the coffin had already permeated Manila.

She stood up and used the camera in her eyes to repeatedly photograph the scene in front of her, muttering the name that Chu Rentou was more widely known by in Luzon:

"Nine-child ghost mother..."

Chapter 205: Infidelity (Part )

The dirt road into Manila is long and bumpy, with few people around: it is only after crossing the national highway that we encounter a checkpoint for paying tolls just before entering. The toll collectors' family of four - judging by the number of organs exposed, there may be more - are huddled in a narrow, beehive-like inspection room, which makes people feel inexplicably depressed.

The old modified van from the Sanguriguato village—with expanded driving and passenger space, probably for the larger Luzon people—was parked on the side of the road, with a strange groan coming from the hood from time to time. In the new Malaysia, this car would have been scrapped long ago.

Fang Bailu plans to use it as the main means of transportation for the trip to Manila: although it is not as fast as running, it is more convenient. If he needs to kill or rob on the way... Fang Bailu doesn't want to carry the white coffin on his back after finding it.

Around the toll booth, a small street of stalls stretched out—merchants selling frozen organ modules and meat were shouting. Fresh offal and pork chops were hung on the stalls, swaying in the wind, dripping a few drops of pink body fluids, spreading on the stained cutting table.

The pungent smell of oil wafts around the toll booth: this spicy aroma is so cheap and rough, with the fishy smell of sea and sand; it is enough to prove that it is not a virtual illusion created by synthetic MSG.

"Meat! They sell meat? It's real meat. I didn't find any holographic reaction." Park Wenzhi, who was following Fang Bailu, pursed his lips. For this Korean who had lived in Kuala Lumpur for a long time, it had been too long since he had swallowed anything other than synthetic nutritious food.

Thinking of the rumors about Luzon meat, Fang Bailu raised his hand and gathered the meaty smell molecules in front of his face.

"You have good taste! And this is not ordinary meat. They only sell fresh 'rice meat', although it is all produced by themselves. Xiao Gaoli, you can try it. I heard that the ones from your place are very conservative-"

“Rice meat?” Park Wenzhi clenched his fist in front of his face and coughed; “Human…human flesh?”

"Ah, yes, Luzon's famous snack. Don't worry, they all eat their own meat. They live in a big family and don't need so much meat, so they sell it all." Fang Bailu called up the data from 113 days ago and imitated a weak yawn. "I heard that they used to produce grass for hunters to eat. Later they found it was too troublesome, so they decided to cut their own grass. Progress is driven by lazy people... It's a pity that I'm not eating now, otherwise I would like to try it."

Whether it is pickled rice meat or fresh roasted rice meat, you can't eat it every day in Luzon - people who have just finished relocation surgery will come out to sell these excess bodies to supplement their family income. After all, even the citizens of Manila don't skin their own fresh meat every day.

These small stalls near the toll booths mostly sell human flesh, which has no flavor and few customers are interested in; they have no choice but to sell them to outsiders.

Park Wenzhi stood still and suddenly said, "Can I eat it?"

Park Wenzhi, who had infiltrated Fang Bailu's team, was a very strange person - for him, all actions had to be answered with a yes or no, and then he would act according to the answer. Fang Bailu was used to the indulgence and willfulness of those digital lurkers, and this was the first time he had seen a hacker like him.

He couldn't understand the contradiction of having power yet being afraid of power.

"Since you asked this... you should know whether you want to eat it or not, right?" Fang Bailu flipped the film in front of his pseudo eyes, treating it as rolling his eyes.

Park Wenzhi was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he had received permission or not, and walked towards the rice and meat stall with his thin legs. Now that I think about it, it wasn't Park Wenzhi who wanted to catch up with Luzon's team.

Now, the small group, which already had only a few people, has split into three groups: Erni took away Master Huang Wu, An Bennola is used to traveling alone, and Fang Bailu brought Pu Wenzhi with him as a supplement to the information warfare capabilities. The reason is simple: not only do they have to track down the soul left behind by the Mercy Blade, but they also have to find the white coffin containing the way to immortality; they also have to search for information about the immortals...

In addition, considering that everyone in the team has a lot on their minds, it would be better for each of them to relax for some time.

Fang Bailu registered the entry clearance document of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association: although the headquarters was bombed into pieces, there was no news that it would be cancelled - as long as its trade agreements with many overseas companies are still valid, it is very convenient to go to most areas of Pan Asia without a visa, such as the Fifth Khmer under the Taoist axis, the Java Group and its Indonesia, and of course the Taihai Chain and Luzon.

"Sir?" asked the older face in the middle of the toll collector's body. The already tattered T-shirt had a large hole cut out for the face, making it look even shabbier.

"I'm hanging up an order at the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association." Fang Bailu grabbed the skin on his forehead and pulled it forward like chewing gum; "Do you see this human skin? It's my mask."

There are not many Qigong masters in Luzon, and the name is different from that in New Malaysia. People tend to call Qigong masters "nobles" rather than "immortal masters".

"Got it, got it! Please wait a moment, please wait a moment." The tired-looking middle-aged man in the toll collector's family smiled, while his wife was scolding the baby in her arms in a low voice; "I don't know what's going on, I still need to check the information."

Fang Bailu had been waiting here for more than a quarter of an hour - although he knew that this was probably a means to give the vendors more time to attract customers coming into the city; but after confirming his identity as a Qi Refiner, he still had to wait... this was a bit strange.

The Microcomputer Taoism Research Association has suffered a great disaster, and there may be some procedural problems.

only……

Fang Bailu walked around the inspection booth and stopped in front of the window closest to the inspector. The middle-aged man avoided his gaze, and his wife and children, who were connected to him, turned their heads away.

"How long will it take for the people you notified to arrive? I'm too lazy to wait."

Fang Bailu had already put on human skin - and even before Fang Bailu's identity as a Qi-refining master was confirmed, in the eyes of this Luzon family, they did not show much disgust towards this lonely, "unfaithful and unfilial" foreigner...

The toll collector's huge body suddenly trembled. His wife, who was standing on his right shoulder, turned her head, her forehead covered with sweat; her face was squeezed together, revealing a smile without a smile:

"You, you are joking. It's just a small problem with the formalities. It will be solved soon. "

Fang Bailu didn't listen to her reply, but walked around the toll gate. He didn't think that killing a demon on the beach would cause much trouble - each demon is a clan, and they act badly and only for themselves: this means that no one will come to seek revenge. Even if it has a processing or supply agreement with the company, a demon of this size can't reach the Taihai Chain.

Chapter 206: Infidelity (Part )

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As for small companies in general...

If the problem could be solved directly here, it would be much simpler: Fang Bailu did not intend to spend too much time fighting in other people's homes; but if there was no need to run around - that was another matter.

"Violence is the simplest and most convenient way to deal with sexual intercourse. However, I have ignored it before..."

Since he changed into a body of iron and steel, Fang Bailu felt that he was more like a living person than before. He didn't know whether it was because of the amplification of human nature by Taoism itself, or another sign before he was possessed by a demon?

Although there are thousands of thoughts in my mind, they only take a moment to pass through the processor.

After a while, Park Wenzhi returned with a bowl of hot meat in his hands. The meat was wrapped in oil paper and then in a plastic bag, making Park Wenzhi look like he was holding a bouquet of flowers in both hands—except that the bouquet was just fingers.

If it weren't for the fact that he could see the burnt-brown human fingers with their nails peeled off in the bag, Fang Bailu would have really felt like he was back at the breakfast stand when he was a kid, holding the fried dough sticks wrapped in newspaper and plastic bags:

"How does it taste? Is it to your liking?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Park Wenzhi paused for a moment and added, "I don't dare to eat it."

……

"Oh! Fresh roasted finger food! Try our local dish."

This sentence was neither said by Pu Wenzhi nor by Fang Bailu: and a moment ago, there was clearly no one around them.

A thin hand covered with burn scars reached over from the side, bypassed Park Wenzhi's suddenly stiff body, and picked up a burnt and crispy finger. Then, the sound of chewing came from Park Wenzhi's ears.

"It's a bit old, and the ingredients are bad. This quality is disrespectful to our distinguished guests."

The voice was slender and soft, like the whisper of a person praying alone, quiet and smooth, yet clear to the ear; the Chinese words that came out of his mouth had a raised ending, with many vibratos caused by the shaking tongue, but the fricatives produced by the flat tongue were blurred - as soon as you heard it, you could tell that it was a native of Luzon who was accustomed to speaking Spanish; Fang Bailu did not find the same voice pattern in his sea of ​​consciousness.

……

At some point, a "normal" woman - relatively speaking - stood behind Park Wenzhi.

Her face can be described as pretty, without the slight distortion left by inferior facial features undergoing a transformation, but rather the natural feel brought by simple makeup enhances her beauty and recognition.

The straight black hair was tied back, revealing her full forehead. Her two light brown eyes were long and slender, with a small upward arc drawn by a dark red fine brush at the corners of her eyes; whenever she smiled, her eyes would narrow vaguely. Her eyebrows were tattooed after shaving off the natural stray hairs, and they always showed a smile - except for the sharp and straight jawline and the high nose bridge; the rest of the woman's face was soft without sharp angles.

The only difference was the position of the jawline, and the dense burn marks extended all the way down the neck and into the collar. Although most of her body was covered by a large embroidered shawl made of crystalline porous material, judging from the exposed skin and the burn area, she must have replaced her skin with artificial skin - otherwise she would have died countless times and would not have been able to move like this; but for some reason, she chose to retain such a horrifying appearance.

the most important is:

She only has a head, a pair of hands, and a pair of feet; there are no extra limbs extending from her torso. There is no other "family" connected to her body; she is all alone and self-contained.

After arriving in Luzon, it was the first time that Fang Bailu saw such a "normal" "abnormal person".

The woman turned around, bowed to Fang Bailu, and her movements were indescribably smooth and gorgeous:

"Master Fang Bailu! Welcome to Manila. I have been waiting for a long time."

In the cramped room at the toll booth, a family of four knelt down to the woman with difficulty and strangeness, and then used five or six hands to crawl away. The hawking amplified by the loudspeaker came to an abrupt end: the vendors farther away also fell silent and quietly retreated further away.

It seems that the toll collector delayed for a long time just to wait for the arrival of this woman.

Fang Bailu looked at the woman who was still bowing deeply: "You are so slow, aren't you? We have been waiting here for a long time. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Even if the person in front of him was polite, he was too lazy to hide his vigilance. The palm thunder had already been activated and preheated, in a semi-activated state ready to be activated at any time - in the eyes of ordinary people, the woman might just be a poor person with some disabilities; but Fang Bailu's sea of ​​consciousness took in everything:

In this 168cm long body, there are at least eleven activated biological tissues that can release highly concentrated energy. From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, there is no telling how many kinds of biochemical transformations and functional implants have been carried out - in terms of pure energy indicators, it is even more powerful than the monsters encountered when landing.

The greater maneuverability and flexibility brought by the small size also doubles the danger.

Pu Wenzhi might be unaware of the danger, but Fang Bailu had already discovered her arrival - and this woman was definitely a skilled weapon.

The woman raised her head, smiling, and handed over a bright red, metal-carved business card with both hands:

"My name is Tseff Rodriguez. I am currently working at Toulong Cave in Apo Mountain as an administrative manager. You can call me by my work code name 'Snow Ghost'. I came to bother you this time, not only for work, but also on the orders of the head of our company."

This is a name unique to the locals of Luzon: a Chinese name plus a Spanish surname.

"Nice to meet you." Fang Bailu took the business card, flipped it up and down, and stuffed it into the storage slot on his forearm. He answered with the same conditioned reflex as in the hardware store; "I'm Fang Bailu. So, what can I do for you?"

Apo Mountain Toulong Cave... Apo Mountain is a high mountain in Luzon, but Toulong Cave has never been heard of. Fang Bailu flipped through the corporate yellow pages of Luzon in his sea of ​​consciousness: This is a fishing company under the Taihai chain - the most common type of company in Luzon, and there is no clue.

"Master." The woman who called herself Snow Ghost continued to speak, stating rather than asking questions; "Master, you have come from Singapore and Malaysia. My family's head ancestor has arranged a banquet to welcome you. Please come and chat with me."

"No. I have some other things on hand. I'll consider visiting you after I finish them."

Since it is a subsidiary of the Taihai chain... then the "head patriarch" in Manila must be a great demon: one of the "Great Kings".

Fang Bailu simply refused - he was too lazy to beat around the bush now, and didn't need any indirect talk.

"Master, you have come from afar, so you have never seen the 'welcoming of the gods' in Luzon, right? Now that the festival is approaching, it is difficult for outsiders to move freely in Manila."

"Moreover... the Immortal Master should also know that when welcoming the gods, the kings will not allow nobles from foreign countries to stay in Manila. By then, no matter what the Immortal Master wants here, it will be difficult for him to do anything."

Chapter 207: Infidelity (Part )

"Welcoming the gods?"

Fang Bailu is no stranger to the welcoming ceremony of the gods: similar cultural activities are popular throughout Southeast Asia, naturally including Kuala Lumpur - but the welcoming ceremony of the gods in Kuala Lumpur is closer to the Minnan style and is dazzling.

Fang's Hardware Store had been purchasing goods from Luzon for many years, so Fang Bailu knew a little about the customs and practices of Manila. He had not heard much about the popular festivals to welcome the gods in Luzon; and since it was not summer, it was certainly not a variation of the Mayflower Festival.

If something goes wrong, it must be a monster.

"Something big is going to happen in Manila..."

"Snow Ghost...right? I can't get away right now. Let's discuss this at another time."

In this prosthetic body, Fang Bailu's soul composed of neurons and brain tissue does not exist, only a set of replica personality networks remains. It amplifies some of Fang Bailu's original personality traits and abandons others.

Fang Bailu felt a subtle and ambiguous desire, which was clearer than when he was a "living person": he wanted to interact with the world. To kill, to destroy, to save, to create, and to see the results of that.