Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Ping Sui's father raised his index finger in front of his face and blew hard at it, completely unaware that no one could see his gesture.

Even the extremely reluctant concubines used their upper teeth to nail their lower lips together, and dared not make any sound despite the bleeding from biting them: they knew that making any sound at this moment would only lead to complete death - no, an ending more horrible than death might be waiting ahead.

But... things often go against one's will in critical moments.

when!

The iron rod in Ping Sui's father's hand slipped from his old fingers unknowingly and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"dying."

Pingsui froze. For a moment, the only people on the porch were the shadows swaying in the light, but standing still. This was his instinct: dating back countless years, Pingsui's ancestors would also "freeze" when they encountered danger - in order to pretend to be a corpse and avoid other predators.

Although he couldn't move his body, countless thoughts rushed through his mind like a tidal wave. The most common thought was hatred for his father: Why? Why did he listen to this bastard? Why did he come to the pregnancy center? Why did he leave Sanguliguato?

How he wished that he had a chance to live... so that Ping Sui could punish the dog that gave birth to him and tear the idiot into pieces!

……

I don't know how much time has passed. There are no gunshots, no scolding or warnings - I am still alive.

Pingsui opened his eyes again: the seven or eight security guards in front of him didn't even turn around; they still kept aiming their guns.

"We... our family just came in... to hide... it's very chaotic outside..."

Ping Sui's father shrank back and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, trying to get the security guards' permission.

Still no response. The light was like waves, spilling over the "stone statues" in front of him: At this moment, Pingsui began to doubt whether everything that was happening now was just a dream...?

Another moment passed.

Finally, Pingsui plucked up his courage and dragged his feet - his father curled up his legs out of fear, leaving him to bear all the weight - to the security guard closest to him.

……

An Bao's eyes were wide open, his eyelids didn't even blink. Tears flowed down his lower eyelashes and the corners of his eyes, and together with the sweat gathered at his forehead, soaked the mask covering the lower half of his face; his pupils followed Ping Sui's face and moved - but An Bao's whole body remained motionless.

Pingsui could only see Anbao's moving eyes and trembling facial muscles - without the coordination of his eyebrows and other facial muscles, the frozen Anbao could not convey any meaningful "eyes": Pingsui felt a strong and unshakable fear.

"This this?"

Pingsui didn't know what was happening: he just felt as if a test tube of alchemy, which had just been taken out of the refrigerator and was so cold that it hurt to touch, was moving up his back.

Chapter 245: Six Days of Rebellion (Part )

……

The fear of having no answers did not last long.

puff-

With a strange squeezing sound, the round white ball drilled out of the security guard's ear hole; it also brought out Ping Sui's father's scream:

“Ah, ahhh!!”

The eyeball - a solitary, unprotected visual organ without an eye socket or eyelids, protruded from the left ear of the security guard and aimed at Ping Sui. Behind the eyeball were bright red optic nerves, which, like short, flowery strings, fixed the solitary, swaying eyeball.

The white of the eye is not bloodshot or turbid; the pupil is black with a hint of brown. Such clear black and white makes it look like a newborn baby - except that this is a similarity in the "production date". The eyeball gives Ping Sui a strange feeling similar to the "freshness" of food - moist transparent mucus covers the surface of the eyeball, keeping it moist in the dry air.

Pingsui could feel the bulge and warmth in his trouser legs, the hot liquid flowing down his legs, and the stench emanating: the old man had been frightened to the point of incontinence.

No one dared to move. In extreme fear and stupor, the light on the front porch once again ushered in the rising tide - in the gradually brightening light, Ping Sui saw:

Bright red nerves, like the roots of an ancient tree, grew out from the soles of the human body in front of him. They spread out in all directions, forming a sparse and thin red net between the dark silver steel floor and the orange and white walls. At each end of the net, there was a security guard who could not move.

The eyeballs turned slightly, twisted, and scanned back and forth between the heads of Pingsui's family. It seemed that there were indistinguishable muscle bundles and fascia between the nerve plexuses, driving the eyeballs that should not be able to move to twist.

……

Maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a second, Ping Sui didn’t know how long it had been—

I don’t know if it’s because it realized that its family wasn’t security and wasn’t carrying any weapons; or maybe it’s because “it” was tired and bored... the reason isn’t important.

The eyeball retreated silently, disappeared back into the security guard's ear canal, and was retracted with a puffing sound; only the light pink sticky liquid continued to drip down the earlobe.

……

"Go, go... go. Go!!"

Ping Sui's father's words were already unclear, and sticky droplets and saliva fell on his son's neck. No matter how crazy and insane he had been before; the fear at this moment dragged him back to the real world again -

A world where he should calmly welcome his own destiny and the destiny of millions of people with a similar trajectory.

The old man wanted to paddle his legs hard and move his family out of the pregnancy center - but Pingsui, who had always been timid and cowardly, suddenly burst out with unprecedented determination.

"Who wants to be slaughtered like pigs and dogs...? I don't want to... I don't want to..."

The "string" that previously restricted his thoughts and ideas, bound Ping Sui, and allowed him to maintain his normal human form has broken.

Until this moment: Even though he had been frightened by the noble man from outside the city, the strange object in the night sky, and the explosion covering the city; it was not until this moment that Pingsui realized his place in this world.

That is even worse than waste and garbage, and no one cares about it even if it is swept away. Garbage - at least it can still get a lot of coveted eyes, and even be picked up by people and shine again in the hands of Luzon craftsmen. In this case, what is the point of saving a rotten life?

thump!

Pingsui was forced to the ground by the twisting and resistance of his father and family, but he turned a blind eye.

He still struggled desperately and dragged forward. If there were sharp objects around, even if it was just a piece of rusty iron peeled off the wall, Pingsui would take it in his hand and use it to cut off the burdens behind him that were integrated with him...

The nails of his ten fingers had been turned up and broken as he dragged them through the cracks in the floor, but Pingsui turned a blind eye; and the vine-like nerve plexuses pushed in the direction of his progress, clearing a path for him. Unconsciously, the twisting of his father and his wives and concubines also weakened - they seemed to be swallowed up by this determination and anger that was far greater than their own, and no longer tried to hinder him.

Throughout human life, we cannot avoid the fate of being occupied by some foreign entities that are larger than ourselves: no matter whether they are named "belief", "determination", "ambition" or "paranoia".

At this time of year, people are willing to offer themselves as sacrifices on the altar called "possibility". People and moths have the same commonality: they pursue rare and unpredictable light - but things that act as insect traps often have thousands of disguises.

He crouched down and pushed open the door of the birth pool.

……

……

"This is... pure amniotic fluid."

Pingsui had no children yet; therefore, as a Luzon native, it was the first time for him to see the source of life prepared by the Taihai Chain - the pure amniotic fluid that hatched and reproduced thousands of Luzon citizens.

He had never seen anything called a "swimming pool" in the old days; otherwise he would have used it as an analogy for what he saw before him.

In the middle of the room, there is a rectangular groove that is 120 meters long and 70 meters wide. The original color of the groove wall cannot be seen, but in the orange and bright amniotic fluid, it looks like the setting sun that is about to fall into the mountains. The surface of the amniotic fluid reflects the light cast from the roof - the miniature version of the mother river and the Yin pool are hung on the ceiling to show the mystery of life gestation.

……

"No, no. No, no, no... It wasn't like this before..."

Suddenly, Ping Sui's father squeezed his temples with both hands, as if he wanted to squeeze his head to pieces. He made a hoarse sound in his throat and shook his head desperately.

then……

Pingsui followed his father's gaze and saw something else in the clear and beautiful amniotic fluid -

That is... a pipe made of flesh and blood.

With waves of trembling, with the ups and downs of fullness and deflation like breathing, with the expansion and wriggling of blood passing through; under the brown and yellow skin are faintly green capillaries:

There are countless pipes like this, densely packed with the bottom of the pool filled with pure amniotic fluid.

At this time, these tubes kept swallowing and sucking, and small whirlpools and bubbles emerged from the openings; the orange-yellow pure amniotic fluid in the fetal sea was sucked away drop by drop: like a bottomless esophagus.

Where does this long tube made of flesh and blood lead to? And what is the purpose of the amniotic fluid it drinks?

Pingsui didn’t understand - his vague intuition made him deliberately avoid his curiosity: everything tonight was so weird that it didn’t deserve further investigation.

He also didn't know that at the other end of these flesh and blood tubes was a soul in a dream, sleeping forever; he also didn't know that there were many identical tubes extending from the soil to the boundless ocean outside Manila, absorbing inexhaustible biomass from the earliest seedbed of mankind, providing material for an endless dream to become reality.

but--

Even if Ping Sui knew, he probably wouldn't care.

Behind me, the murmurs continued:

"What...what...what are these? Let's go...let's go...go--"

Click!

The iron rod penetrated Ping Sui's jaw, pierced through his loose bone layer that had long lost calcium, and stirred into the old man's brain, ending his completely lost consciousness.

flutter!

Pingsui pulled out the iron rod that he had just thrust into his father's head and threw it on the ground. Even though he twisted his neck and stabbed it upward and backward, a long bloody mark was still left on the side of his neck.

"Shut up."

He said.

……

Bathing, changing clothes. Humans follow the same steps at birth and at the end of their lives.

Pingsui put on a breathing mask and walked into the preparation room before the operation. He and his relatives did not share a breathing system: Pingsui, as the main body of the meat room, retained the highest independent survival ability. The anesthetic gas released in the preparation room would stop the desperate screams of the wives and concubines who were still breathing.

But at this age, I want to clearly perceive my upcoming rebirth. The pain of awakening will make this transformation more valuable.

"Preparing for relocation... Preparing... Connecting to the birthing pool... Performing anesthesia procedures..."

The surgical execution unit in the preparation room quietly recited:

Pingsui will move to a new place and cut off the flesh and blood on his body. This is not to cut flesh to return to his mother or cut bones to return to his father: he just wants to get rid of the excess that has been with him for who knows how long. Then, Pingsui will use his own essence and the Yin essence of his wives and concubines to cultivate a new family.

Through the transparent window of the preparation room, he could see the amniotic fluid being constantly swallowed up by the flesh and blood tube; and in the pregnancy room, more amniotic fluid was being spit out into the birthing pool.

Pingsui tore open his clothes, and a gasp came from his throat.

His descendants will be born in this orange-yellow lake.

……

Chapter 246: Six Days of Rebellion (Part )

Anbenola took the egg burger, and the heat penetrated the paper bag, plastic and paper towel, and it was still a little hot. She puffed up her cheeks and blew a few mouthfuls on the hot part, then took a bite gently: the misty hot steam poured out from the bite hole, and Anbenola couldn't help but close her eyes.

The outside is crispy, but the inside is softer to the touch. The batter is slightly solidified, somewhere between crispy and sticky.

Although the minced meat is cooked directly in the batter, it is marinated before being put into the pot to remove the fishy smell of uncured pork; instead, it has a subtle chewy texture for Anbenola to chew slowly in his mouth - there is also chopped cartilage in it.

The lard used for frying and brushing on the bottom of the pan and the surface of the pancakes makes diners feel a little greasy; but the chopped green onions in the egg burgers just dilute the excessive greasiness.

Everything tastes just right, there is no conflict between the ingredients and the cooking results, but rather together with the venue and service, it creates an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

……

……

The owner waited until Anbenola swallowed the last piece of the egg burger before nodding. He didn't show his face, but his satisfaction could be seen from his body language:

“Neither side nor side, but in the middle: that’s the golden mean. It’s the same with burgers.”

Although the food tasted so good and the service attitude of the store owner was so friendly: this was a dining experience she had almost never had in the past, but - Anbenola felt like she had become a sponge, soaked with anxiety and restlessness.

Why is there a so-called fast food restaurant in a place like this? She has never seen such food before, where did it come from?

Besides that… there are more “wrongs” and “inconsistencies”, but Anbenola can’t sum them up completely.

Therefore, these complicated and confusing questions finally turned into a very simple question:

"Who are you?"

The shop owner pointed upwards at the extremely conspicuous sign. The bright colors reflected in the mask, hiding his face under the colorfulness: "Me? I'm the owner of Tuborg Burger."

This answer was so decisive, as if this identity was enough to represent everything about him.

Then he tapped the edge of the cooking table with his fingers:

"The important thing is, who are you?"

……

Without waiting for Anbenola to answer——

The shop owner suddenly twirled his fingers and pulled out a yellow and black paper roll from somewhere, stuffed it into the mask from the bottom, puffed up his cheeks and exhaled suddenly - snap! The folded and rolled paper roll stretched forward with the blowing, making a crisp sound.

With the slight sound, colorful balloons suddenly popped out from all over the dining car, including vermilion, dark green, tile blue, and apricot yellow; it was like clusters of plastic flowers growing out of the metal body.