Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Huh—for a moment, Fang Bailu felt that the rat that had been moving around in the wound had disappeared, and the pain seemed to be pulled away from his body.

"Thank you... I didn't expect the Immortal Master's hands could have this function."

As the pain faded away, Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel more energetic.

Master Huang Wu's head was still beside him, so Fang Bailu changed the wording from "An Ben" to "Immortal Master".

"You haven't even repaired your hands yet, but you fixed your mask first...?"

Anbennola looked at Fang Bailu's body, and finally turned his gaze back to Fang Bailu's legs:

The head of the monster "Ye Huang Wu" was lying there, with countless fear and grievances in his eyes.

The transparent nerve tubes extending from its nose were still tightly wrapped around Fang Bailu's hand, twisting and twitching.

Anbenola was silent for a while:

"You did it yourself because you don't trust me."

She said this with such finality that it was like stating "the sun rises in the east and sets in the west."

"You skipped the probing and just said it directly...?"

The "Anbennola" in front of him was less and less like the "outer Taoist priest" in Fang Bailu's memory.

In the past, there was a lot of testing, negotiation and feigned flattery between Fang Bailu and the outer sect Taoist priests.

Although Fang Bailu already knew that Anbennola could see his little calculation...

But she said it so bluntly that Fang Bailu couldn't come up with the excuse she had originally thought of.

Fang Bailu gently pressed the skin next to the wound on his thigh, and a trickle of blood squeezed out.

"There's still a sense of touch but no pain... It's not a normal anesthetic."

He raised his head and looked at the shadow reflected on Anbennola's mask:

"There are some information you can't reveal, and some questions you can't answer... Then I can only figure it out on my own."

Anbenola did not answer, but remained silent.

Mr. Huang Wu's dog eyes moved back and forth between Fang Bailu and An Bennola, and he dared not make a sound.

Fang Bailu pointed at the huge plastic foam ball:

"Can you help me unpack it? I want to take the stuff inside with me. It's worth a lot of money."

Anbenola turned around following his hand and sneered at the body-shaping foam ball:

"Ha! This again... Boss Fang, is this your only trick?"

"Isn't it quite useful to you..." Fang Bailu secretly complained, waiting for Anbennola to perform his magic.

The flying sword cylinder floated up silently from Anbennola's sleeves, and white lines intertwined from it, condensing into a sword shape:

A huge and rough blade, a small and narrow round hilt, and a white porcelain-like appearance - Anbennola's flying sword, "Orchid Grass".

The next time I blinked, "Bluegrass" had appeared next to the body-shaping foam ball.

Its violent and ferocious pure white blade kept rolling on the plastic foam ball, like a chisel carving a stone statue.

As the fragments of body-plastic foam flew everywhere, the figure of Mr. Huang Wuye's headless body hugging his prosthesis emerged.

thump--

Without the support of the body-shaping foam, they fell to the ground together with a dull thud.

The blade of "Orchid Grass"'s sword disappeared silently, and the cylinder flew back into her sleeve.

Anbennola looked at Fang Bailu's prosthetic quietly, and a red line flashed on the mask:

"Boss Fang, so you want to... Never mind, let's go back to your shop. That monster needs to be dealt with."

“So we can see the clues of the prosthesis…?” Fang Bailu was stunned.

Huang Wuye whimpered a few times, just like a real yellow dog. Fang Bailu checked and found that although Huang Wuye's head had a sound-generating device, for some reason he couldn't speak.

It seems that it can only speak "human language" when it is on the upper body.

Anbenola gestured around.

"How are you going to transport the things here back?"

Erni was still unconscious after being possessed, lying next to the ATV. The prosthetic body was entangled with Huang Wuye's body, and there was also Fang Bailu with a comminuted fracture of his thigh...

Although the ATV has powerful horsepower, it is not a truck after all. Not to mention, it needs Erni's biometric identification to unlock and start.

"Don't you have any Taoist children, strong men, hermits or something like that...? Ask them to help." Fang Bailu felt helpless.

On the path of spiritual practice, Dharma, wealth, companions and land are all indispensable.

The word "lover" here means that there must be good people to support and protect the Qigong practitioner's practice. Otherwise, the path of practice will be even more difficult.

Therefore, qigong practitioners basically have varying numbers of followers. "Daotong", "strongman" and "messenger" are all nicknames for these followers.

The Qigong masters guarantee their safety, enjoyment and wealth, while the followers serve them under the protection of the Qigong masters.

Anbenola was silent for a while, then raised his sleeves towards Fang Bailu and said, "You, do you count?"

Fang Bailu looked at her as if it was a matter of course, feeling a bit amused and helpless: "You are alone...Okay, I will find a way to transport it."

……

As the night deepened, the full moon at the zenith was half covered by dark clouds.

A truck rumbled over from a distance and stopped in front of Fang Bailu and others.

A holographic image generator was installed on the roof of the truck: the beam of light emitted condensed into a huge dancer, jumping and dancing in cool clothes.

The car body was covered with display screens one after another, scrolling the actual operating screen of the dual cultivation simulator - every detail on the car revealed the owner's bad taste.

Bang!

A dark-skinned man jumped out of the driver's seat and slammed the door.

He was tall, but obviously overnourished: the T-shirt on his pear-shaped body pulled fat out in layers, and his body shook like the wave when he jumped out of the car.

"Lao Fang! What's the hurry? I just ordered two bottles at the bar..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, he glanced at Anbennola next to him.

He quickly took off his large work jacket and held it in his hands, bowing vigorously:

"Master! Good evening!"

Anbenola put the sleeves of her Taoist robe together and raised them to her chest, standing without bending: she returned the bow and continued to stand quietly by the side.

Anbenola has always been very attentive to etiquette and did not forget to return the greeting even when his hands were injured.

After the fat black man bowed, he saw Fang Bailu half lying and half leaning on the ATV, and was horrified:

"Lao Fang, how did you get hurt..."

"KC!"

Fang Bailu interrupted the fat black man and tapped his temple with his fingers:

"Let's get down to business first. Is safe mode on?"

The fat black man "KC" gave Fang Bailu a thumbs up and showed him the back of his hand:

A display screen was implanted on the back of KC's hand, with a big "Secret" flashing on it.

"Brother, just rest assured, Lao Fang, it will be done!"

He patted his big belly and shook the display screen on the back of his hand to show off.

Fang Bailu pointed at KC and said to Anbennola:

"Master, KC is a professional peddler."

KC knocked his forehead hard:

"Of course I will! Lao Fang specifically told us that this is a confidential mission! Once everything is done, I will automatically forget about it!"

The peddler usually has a memory adjustment chip implanted in his brain. Once he performs a confidential mission, all memories within the mission time limit will be cached into the sector of the chip.

When the mission is completed, the chip will automatically delete all memories within the mission time limit, leaving nothing behind.

Some companies and gangs often hire dodgers like KC to carry out some delivery missions that need to be kept confidential.

"Hiss - Lao Fang, why is your leg in such a state? It hurts me just by looking at it! Have you taken the painkiller? Or should I just take you to get a new leg?"

KC approached Fang Bailu and was shocked by the two big bloody holes on his thighs.

"No, I've already taken the painkiller, and the effect hasn't worn off yet. Hurry and take me back to the store... and take the things over there back with me..."

Fang Bailu looked at the head of Master Huang Wu in his hand, grasped its slippery and transparent nerve tubes, and handed it to KC:

"KC, seal this up. This thing is a spirit, it will possess you."

He had just finished speaking and was about to ask KC to move him to the back of the truck.

Suddenly, his body felt lighter and he was helped up:

Anbennola inserted his right arm into Fang Bailu's armpit and lifted him up.

"Please pack your things first. I'll move Boss Fang to the car."

Anbennola nodded slightly to KC, then helped Fang Bailu walk towards the truck.

"An Ben, do you have something to say to me alone..." Fang Bailu felt a little suspicious.

Ambenola's right arm supported him like a hydraulic rod, and his injured thigh barely touched the ground.

"One question. I will answer you this question with absolute sincerity. But the answer can only be yes or no."

Anbenola raised his left hand, which was bloody last night and still covered with wounds, and raised his index finger tremblingly.

"After answering this question, I hope that Mr. Fang will take our partnership seriously in the future and not act like tonight again."

"one question?"

At once, many questions flashed through Fang Bailu's mind:

"Who is the mysterious person who knows my identity? How did he get the immortal's inner elixir? Why did Anbennola step into this mess?..."

But in the end, only one question came out of his mouth:

"You want that immortal body, right?"

Chapter 24: The Road is Narrow and the Grass is Long (I)

Fang Bailu was sitting in the passenger seat of the truck. His right leg had undergone surgery and was wrapped in thick white antibacterial bandages.

In order not to leave any records, Fang Bailu did not choose the unmanned chain clinic on the street, but instead found a barefoot doctor he was familiar with.

These practitioners who provide secret medical services also charge more.

The operation cost 30 yuan. There is still degradable material in the body to shape the bones. As long as I don't run around randomly, I will be able to recover completely within a month.

Unlike yesterday, although there were dark clouds in Kuala Lumpur tonight, it did not rain.

Fang Bailu got another injection of painkiller from the barefoot doctor, and his anxious mood that had lasted for more than a day finally relaxed.

I was extremely anxious when I was riding in Erni’s all-terrain vehicle before, but now I can look at the surrounding scenery with ease.

For confidentiality reasons, the windows of the peddler trucks are one-way mirrors - people inside the car can see outside, but people outside the car cannot see in. The difference is that KC also has a display screen installed on the body of the car to play hot pornographic videos in a loop, attracting the attention of many pedestrians.

Trucks are seen moving through Kuala Lumpur's business district:

A holographic projection was playing in the shopping mall: a giant dozens of stories tall was practicing boxing routines among the lights of the building, with illusions of electricity and fire entwined around him, dancing with his every move.

"As light as flying, as heavy as thunder, as shaped as a falcon catching a rabbit, as agile as a cat catching a mouse - please buy the 'I-shaped Fu Hu Quan'!" After reciting the thunderous slogan, the giant disappeared into the night like a bubble.

KC's car stereo was playing a lighthearted and cheerful ballad:

……

Land at the port, pass Yangpu (go to the port, go to Yangpu Village)

The car was halfway through the journey and the sky was pitch black.

The sky is so dark. The sky is so dark.