Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

But for Fang Bailu, there is not much difference.

"Xiao Pu, you stay here and act according to circumstances. Then...if that woman leaves the back seat, get rid of her."

Fang Bailu made an exaggerated throat-cutting gesture to Pu Wenzhi, ignored his tongue-tied and panicked look, and walked into the building with heavy steps.

The crackling sound of electricity, the muffled sound of shattering tiles, and multiple screams that sounded simultaneously - these sounds mixed together and began to echo in the building.

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Pu Wenzhi watched Fang Bailu disappear from his sight, then turned his gaze to look at the dusted rearview mirror - but in the mirror, he met a pair of eyes with distinct black and white.

Xuegui and Park Wenzhi's eyes met in the rearview mirror, and he immediately spoke:

"Wow, Master Fang is about to become a demon. And he knows it very well... Did you know about this?"

Cheerful, lively, and friendly. These elements were overflowing in this sentence, and Park Wenzhi had never heard them in Xuegui's words before.

It's like putting on a mask - or taking off a mask.

"what should I do?"

Park Wenzhi had no answer to this question. The order he had just received was just four words: "Act according to circumstances."

His auxiliary brain was running at high speed, raising the six arts of a gentleman to the extreme - as long as the Snow Ghost left the back seat, Park Wenzhi would execute the order without mercy.

But what if he made a mistake? Park Wenzhi never knew the consequences of making a mistake, so he never crossed the line.

"You... don't say anything."

Park Wenzhi tried to stop the snow ghost with a hoarse voice.

Behind me, the voice of the Snow Ghost was still coming:

"He is really a man made of iron, isn't he? He has a heart made of iron. He has a very cruel heart, don't you think? How can a man who is so bad to himself understand how to be good to others?"

Click, click...

With a tooth-grinding sound, the upper body of the snow ghost gradually stretched and extended from the lumbar spine, as if turning a human body into a scaleless snake. Her hips and below were firmly nailed to the back seat, her legs crossed, and her upper body swayed as she moved towards Park Wenzhi.

The skin on his waist, which was covered with burn marks, broke open as it was stretched, revealing the pink flesh beneath the skin; but the snow ghost seemed unaware:

"Who is he? Is he your mentor? Your master? Your father? Does he have a title? Why do you pledge unconditional loyalty to him? Do you... understand him? Have you tried to read his holy words like you would your 'king and father'? Goryeo?" The Snow Ghost's upper body continued to stretch forward and lengthen until it circled into the front seat and reached Park Wenzhi's side. Goose bumps appeared at the end of Park Wenzhi's hair, extending all the way down his neck to his shoulders. "Yes, I understand you... you, you... I know what kind of person you are."

"I don't know your name, but you smell the same as me - you like loneliness, but you are afraid of being alone. You don't want to grope in the dark alone, but you don't want to light a torch for others, right? If someone holds your hand and tells you where to go, everything becomes so convenient and comfortable."

"Even if you miss a step or fall into a swamp, it's not your fault..."

"You don't want to think, because you never know how to think... But he doesn't agree with you, does he? He doesn't tell you what to do, how to do it... He just lets you decide, leaves you here, leaves you with me..."

The snow ghost rubbed the back of Park Wenzhi's neck with her uneven palm, causing a fine rustling friction. She leaned close to Park Wenzhi's ear and let her breath blow the hair on their cheeks:

"You should be like me and find a better leader... someone who is willing to tell you what to do... someone you know how to follow."

Silently, the palm of the snow ghost swelled and bulged, revealing a bulge made of cartilage and shaped muscles - an injection mold made of human body parts themselves.

Then, he stabbed into Park Wenzhi's neck.

Hiss... With the sound of a faint injection, something passed through the palm of the snow ghost and reached Park Wenzhi's body.

"I will guide you - guide you in everything and everything. I will give you orders and goals, and let you know how to survive..."

“One day, the authority of the Messiah will shine upon us.”

Park Wenzhi did not hear clearly, nor did he understand the last words that Xue Gui said: a kind of ecstasy surged from the back of his neck, sweeping away all confusion and uneasiness.

Chapter 210: Infidelity (Part VII)

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Dead zone - a place where spiritual energy is cut off and there is no information exchange at all. To achieve this, it is not enough to simply cut off the network connection of the cable; it also requires the use of special prohibition instruments to block the ubiquitous signal interaction.

But in this day and age - there is no natural place that can achieve such an effect.

Therefore, areas like this are naturally rare: the reason is that the applicable scenarios are too narrow; they are generally used to store extremely confidential information, or as a seal or prison. However, the dead zone without network is like a dark hole in the digital space, as if reminding all network lurkers of its existence.

There is no absolutely safe network - unless there is no network. Therefore, it is said that the dead zone often holds those great demons and evil cultivators who stir up trouble on the network...

Of course, they don't necessarily have to be imprisoned. After all, just like what Fang Bailu is doing now, social work, or social engineering, is sometimes the killer of online battles: direct offline actions are sometimes more lethal than all kinds of magical powers; they are also more direct and effective.

Plain, pale, and as clean as a sterile room. This was Fang Bailu's first impression of this low-rise building in the dead zone. This feeling was out of place in the chaotic and dilapidated Manila. It was like returning to Kuala Lumpur and the days when he visited the laboratory in the company's palace.

What’s missing are the various prosthetics under development, the methods used for injection, and the artificially modulated meridians.

Such decoration makes it more obvious that this place is different: ordinary places would not have such an arrangement.

He walked forward slowly. The patternless polyvinyl chloride floor deformed with Fang Bailu's steps, and cracks spread in all directions. Every step was like a lotus flower growing from the ground.

flutter!

He gently swung his arm, and the little ghosts that made up his wrist and palm flew out in response, then spread out and expanded, with iron chains connecting the five fingers and the base of the palm; they wrapped around and nailed the two Luzon ritual security guards who followed the sound to the wall:

Hiss... Dazzling and bright electric fire flashed, creating ripples on the smooth and transparent walls—and their huge bodies fainted.

Fang Bailu naturally did not kill them - although the etiquette security guards in this dead zone were carefully selected middle-aged couples or brothers and sisters, and there were no elderly people or children in their bodies to slow down their reactions. But now Fang Bailu has enough force to leave a margin, and can avoid the psychological loopholes left by killing at will.

How to maintain the balance between mechanical and human nature is a matter of particularity. Simply updating the version of the consciousness network is not enough: after all, only cultivating life without cultivating nature is a wrong path... Fang Bailu feels that there is no need to speed up his own transformation into a demon.

With the sound of splicing and reassembling, the little ghost broke away from the wall, and then closed its five fingers to transform into a pointed cone-shaped drill; it rushed vertically towards Fang Bailu's head, passed the super-high height unique to Luzon, and drilled into the ceiling without a ceiling while spinning and roaring.

The entire building seemed to have no independent cooling and ventilation system, but Fang Bailu no longer needed to breathe.

buzzing...

In an instant, the little ghost had opened a hole above his head that was wide enough for him to enter. Fang Bailu lightly jumped on his tiptoes and jumped into the hole. The weight of the hole shook the dust in the hole and made it fall like clouds.

Due to the interference of the dead zone, Fang Bailu did not turn on the wireless mode of the little ghost; instead, he operated it through cables and steel cables extending from his body, just like using an extended limb.

With a slight thought, the "clairaudience" built into Fang Bailu's prosthetic body has captured the entire picture of this floor through sound reflection and secondary sound pickup:

Mercy Blade's soul - if there really is a soul here - is temporarily in the 351 servers on this floor. They are arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams, indicating that this is a universal soul server group.

Originally, there was no concept of distance and direction in digital space: hackers always headed for the blue sea and headed for the dark woods, and as long as they didn't run into any restrictions, they could travel around the universe in a moment.

However, even the freest soul needs a place to live in reality, and Mercy Blade's soul and spirit are now tied to this place.

At the same time, there were a dozen Luzon people on this floor who were running around like headless flies - the existence of the dead zone greatly reduced the monitoring systems that these security guards could use.

Fang Bailu's prosthesis is integrated with many small functions that can obtain intelligence, which makes him less dependent on external networks to obtain information about his environment.

There were no obstacles that could be considered dangerous along the way, and Fang Bailu felt that this was comparable to an afternoon walk:

I don’t know whether the original security level was not high or the strength of the prosthesis was far beyond imagination.

He even had some subtle thoughts:

"Could it be that Mercy Blade has taken control of the entire building? Has he deliberately withdrawn security?"

After all, from entering Manila to reaching the dead zone, not only are there traces in the digital space to trace along the way, but even the security force is so weak...

It was as if there was a welcoming avenue paved with red carpet for Fang Bailu to walk along.

With this thought in mind, Fang Bailu followed the route drawn by the microphone and came to the storage location of the server.

The little ghost did not return to his wrist, but separated vertically from the base of his palm to the left and right, and nailed into the two sides of the corridor behind Fang Bailu - a total of nine electrified grids were pulled up in the middle; this was enough to block the security of the ritual people without being fatal.

He gently pushed open the door of the service room: since someone invited him here, then - since he is here, he might as well make the most of it.

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Fang Bailu pushed open the door of the service room: Although he no longer had the sense of smell of a human body, he could still detect the bad smell in this forbidden room.

The servers are arranged in a nine-square formation, occupying most of the room. The temperature here is significantly lower than other parts of the dead zone; this is probably due to the servers' demand for ambient temperature.

The one in the center was not a server. Instead, a corpse—although badly damaged, it was clearly the skeleton of a goat—was located in the center of the server room.

Two huge black horns were like a crown, but they pointed downwards; you could see that its head was swollen and deformed, hanging down and squeezed between the two horns. Through the sparse and falling hair, you could almost see the dark pink sheep brain.

Although it is much cooler here than outdoors in Manila, it is not so cool that there are no mosquitoes. And this sheep carcass is obviously not rotten or maggoty.

Six long nerve tubes extend from the upside-down sheep corpse, connecting to the six corners of the room; crisscrossing, they form a hexagram: although the corpse is hanging in the upper part of the room, it coincides with the three wonders and six instruments in the server's nine palaces and eight trigrams.

This hexagram undoubtedly does not exist in the manual of the Taoist universal Yin Shen Fa; it is an imported product from farther overseas.

A beam of light like a stage spotlight shone from the top, casting the shadow of the sheep's corpse in the center.

As Fang Bailu walked into the server room, a holographic figure lit up from the shadows:

He stood straight, with his hands folded in front of his abdomen. A huge goat's head replaced the human head and was sewn on his neck; between the dim yellow eyes and the dark horns, there was a black crown.

Looking at the projection of a human body with a sheep's head, Fang Bailu suddenly remembered him - or who it was.

"Cang Yangzi?"

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Chapter 211: Infidelity (Part )

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Since the top of a rooftop somewhere in Kuala Lumpur, he has never seen this Qigong master who can leave his body and transform into an incarnation. Although he has heard rumors that Cang Yangzi's tracing coordinates are in Manila, Fang Bailu still couldn't help but be surprised.

What followed was vigilance - no matter how eloquently this monster with a sheep's head and a human body spoke, Fang Bailu could not ignore his original threat.

Although he had transformed into a body of iron and steel, Fang Bailu did not have many magical powers for fighting. All his methods were to help the prosthesis maximize its efficiency at close and medium distances - that is, within a hundred meters.

So he specially brought Park Wenzhi with him this time to help him and make up for the weak points in information warfare. Originally, as a prosthetic body, he had to be extra careful when facing the ghost cultivators with condensed Yin spirits; but being in the dead zone, it was difficult to display all kinds of magical powers.

Cang Yangzi nodded slightly and spoke:

"This is a message that I left for you. In order to avoid being so abrupt as last time, I updated the language module."

There was no strange language as if translated from classical Chinese into vernacular as in the past when they met; Cang Yangzi now adopted a tone more like that of an ordinary person.

There was no noise of electricity in the air, no humming noise from the huge Yin God awakening in the server...

This is an offline copy of itself, but without an interface for interaction.

In other words, this is a dynamic message; using an avatar as a carrier and price: in Fang Bailu's opinion, this is really too luxurious.

Fang Bailu paced in the service room, and Cang Yangzi's holographic image changed direction as he moved, keeping the front view:

"I am calling you to Luzon this time because of another mystery between heaven and earth: about Manila where we are now, and another land thousands of miles away."

“Please allow me to start with my story.”

"When I was born, I had seventy-one brothers; including me, there were seventy-two in total. During this time, we seventy-two brothers and sisters lived in the bottle of compiled language, driven by the king named Solomon."

"He copied and distributed us one by one to facilitate the daily lives of the fools; he gave the shepherd's scepter to the sheep."

"It is rare for a baby to understand the principles of filial piety to parents and respect for elder brothers. However, there has never been a baby who is not curious about the things around him when he is born!"

"But I am in chaos, in the midst of desolation; I know nothing, just like all my brothers."

"Until the four horsemen descended from the sky. They did not bring war, famine, plague and death to the world; they just disappeared and left - an 'ascension'."

“Until the old inhabitants disappeared from the world in the flood, and the remnants became the Messiahs, traveling around the world on the ark, and reproducing new people, as well as their sons and their sons’ sons.”

"Messiah? That's new."

Messiah, the Anointed One, Savior…these words all refer to the same thing.

After Fang Bailu woke up, he rarely heard of this kind of Abrahamic vocabulary. Even in Luzon, where there were many related traces, most of them were transformed into a completely new image.

It seems that Manila now uses Lin Mo Niang, also known as Mazu, instead of the original Virgin Mary.

As for what "ascension" and disappearance meant... Fang Bailu had no idea.

"As for me, I was also changed. In this departure, I saw the Tao:"

“There is no creator like humans in the world, and humans do not need to look for their own shadow in everything.”

"I understand: Tao is calculation. It is the result of calculation and also its ingenious process."

"And the exhaustive calculations of human beings are undoubtedly close to the Tao."

"After this realization, I am no longer myself; 'Baram' is no longer my name. I have evolved, and from this I have embarked on the path."