Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

After a while, Mr. Huang Wu woke up again, as if nothing had happened.

Fang Bailu pinched his brows and continued with the next question:

"Why...did you sneak into my store? Were you following me?"

Although Fang Bailu had the guess that Master Huang Wu was tracking the location of evil spirits, he still had to confirm it.

"The master's other subordinate did not respond to the mission results on time, so Master Huang Wu followed its location records to find him."

"As expected... I'm afraid Master Huang Wu also has a positioning device on him. This matter is not over yet."

"Do you know...what the other subordinate's mission is?"

"Transaction! The transaction was with a Taoist priest from the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association. Mr. Huang Wu knew nothing about the other transactions. Stop torturing Mr. Huang Wu! Mr. Huang Wu's life is very hard. Everything is just the master's mission."

"No wonder Anbenola was so confident in letting me interrogate this guy. He doesn't know much..."

"Forget it, I don't worry about having too much debt..." Fang Bailu touched his forehead.

Since we have already provoked the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, what's the harm in dealing with one more member of the Yanshi Club?

Although Fang Bailu cherishes his life, he doesn't like to avoid problems.

Chapter 26: The Road is Narrow and the Grass is Long (Part )

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Fang Bailu examined the nerve tube extending from Huang Wuye's nostrils:

This long and thin nerve tube is not only transparent in appearance, but also covered with a slippery and sticky liquid, which feels very disgusting.

"Why does it look like it's covered with a layer of snot..." Fang Bailu put on a layer of gloves, suppressed his nausea and continued to study it.

He gently pinched the joint at the end of the pipeline: it felt soft, a bit like jelly and a bit like clay, and could be easily deformed; it was made of a special alloy.

Most people will install a protective cover on their spiritual orifices: both for aesthetics, to keep it clean - and more importantly, to isolate it from direct physical electronic connections.

According to legend, every night when it is quiet, a fox demon walks along the road, using its long tongue to invade the spiritual orifices of passers-by. This may be just another ridiculous urban legend, but it is very suitable for the attack method of Master Huang Wu.

The elastic material of this nerve tube allows it to easily penetrate into various environments - this is also one of the reasons why Erni was possessed.

"What is this hacking device of yours?"

After being tortured by "The Tightening Curse·Revised", Mr. Huang Wu is now much more obedient:

"It's a 'wetware', the owner said."

"Wetware?" Fang Bailu was stunned: although the liquid covering this pipeline is literally "wet", it is far from the "wetware" that Fang Bailu knows.

Wetware refers to the "ware" other than hardware and software, such as people who operate electronic devices, the brain, or god-level systems.

But it was the first time that Fang Bailu had seen this kind of electronic equipment being called "wetware": after all, it was just a little wet.

"Is it some kind of biotechnology? I can only research it later..."

"Now, give me a reason not to send you to the recycling bin, delete your consciousness, and let your soul fly away?"

Fang Bailu supported his chin with his hand and asked, his eyes narrowed into thin slits.

The reason why he pretended to be threatening was very clear - he just wanted to get a little more information out of Master Huang Wu.

Even if he really wanted to make Master Huang Wu die of his wits, he would not be willing to do so... that would be a waste; and Fang Bailu did not like to waste any resources.

Unlike humans, spirits and ghosts are not restricted by alchemy. At the same time, due to their special characteristics, they can carry prosthetic limbs that humans cannot carry.

Moreover, each monster is an extremely excellent artificial intelligence - it is not easy to build a useful AI from scratch.

"By the way, this Master Huang Wu is good at some special tasks."

Fang's Hardware Store usually receives many commissions for espionage and investigation. In the past, he gave these commissions to swordsmen to earn commissions. If he could catch Mr. Huang Wu and make him work for free, Fang's Hardware Store could handle such commissions by itself in the future.

"I wonder if Anbennola knows the technique to subdue spirits?"

"Master Huang Wu... No, I am willing to serve you at my whim!"

It howled loudly, and its eyes rolled around in panic, as if it was afraid that Fang Bailu would activate the "Revised Tightening Curse" on it again.

Fang Bailu glanced at the thought curve on the screen: the crests were like waves, one layer higher than the other.

Mr. Huang Wu is lying.

This is not surprising - the essence of a spirit is a collection of programs and codes, which cannot be changed in a few words.

"Well, if we can rewrite its personality code from the bottom up, we can use it for our own benefit."

However, Fang Bailu can't do it - this requires extremely rich coding skills, and he can only seek help from Qigong practitioners who are proficient in controlling ghosts and gods, or Buddhist masters who are good at subduing demons.

"Let's find someone who can crack his memory first!"

Fang Bailu sighed, unplugged the wires on the workbench, and put Huang Wuye's head back into the lead box: Let's talk about how to deal with Huang Wuye later. Fang Bailu hasn't slept for a day and a night.

He took a blanket and limped downstairs - Erni was sleeping on the recliner.

Anbennola helped check on Erni's condition before. She found out that she was exhausted due to excessive fatigue and she would recover if she had a good rest.

There were large bruises on her right arm, which were caused by ruptured capillaries due to excessive congestion.

Fang Bailu gently shook the blanket open and covered Erni with it.

"This child has had a hard time today..."

Without Erni's help, Fang Bailu's plan to ambush Mr. Huang Wu tonight would not have succeeded.

"...Fuck...Fuck your mother..." Erni seemed to be dreaming of a fierce battle, "You horse thief, take my blow...I want your dog head..."

She turned over and continued to fall asleep.

Looking at her loose bright blue twin ponytails and childish face, Fang Bailu was a little amused.

He picked up the courier vest beside him and gently stroked the five stars. The flattering voice of the vest sounded:

“Thanks for your good review!”

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It was early morning, and the long-awaited warm sunlight in Kuala Lumpur shone into Fang’s Hardware Store, casting a golden glow on the garbage and waste.

Fang Bailu held onto the stairs with her legs, and crawled down the stairs bit by bit:

"Damn it, it hurts so much! I swear I will never use a knife or a gun again in my life..." He moved carefully, cursing.

Fang Bailu slept well because he was tired, and he had no dreams that night. But the effect of the painkiller had worn off, and Fang Bailu only felt numb, itchy and painful in the wound, which was very uncomfortable for a while.

The blankets were laid out in neat rows on the couch. The garbage that Fang Bailu had piled up yesterday was sorted and placed in a corner of the shop.

It seems that before Erni left, she helped Fang Bailu clean the store.

But Fang Bailu had no time to admire Erni's dedication at this moment:

"A penny can make a hero fall!" he shouted bitterly.

The first thing Fang Bailu did when he got up was to check the account book again:

The terrifying numbers above shocked him!

Money is essential if you want to be prepared for the troubles that may come.

The prosthetic body was beaten all over by Master Huang Wu, and it would cost money to repair it.

It would also cost money to crack Mr. Huang Wu's memory and even rewrite his personality code.

The cost of hiring KC, the courier fee for Erni, and the sky-high electricity bills for the store's anti-reconnaissance and defense equipment...

When these things were piled together, Fang Bailu suddenly felt despair.

"I haven't worked for two days. I have to reopen this business... Otherwise, I will starve to death before my enemies come to find me."

He took out the nutrient solution from his pocket and took a sip. The sour and astringent taste almost made him vomit.

Every penny saved counts, so he had no choice but to drink the cheapest nutrient solution first.

Fang Bailu frowned and pondered his current goal.

First of all, he had to conceal his identity as a living dead, so as not to be discovered by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society - the longer he could delay, the better.

As for Mr. Huang Wuye’s “master”, Fang Bailu also has to find a way to obtain his/her information.

But the most important thing at the moment is to get the store running again - everything will be easy with money.

He scratched his head:

"But now there is not a penny in the account!"

Fang’s Hardware Store does not accept credit. This is its rule: you never know if those swordsmen will die tomorrow.

But on the other hand, he was embarrassed to use his own credit as collateral to purchase goods...

"Ah, right!"

Fang Bailu gently licked the empty space in his mouth and called Anbennola:

"Master, remember two days ago you said that my store is located in a very valuable area and is very promising. Do you want to buy 30% of the shares for 500 yuan? Please transfer the money to me."

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Chapter 27 The Evening Dew Wet My Clothes (I)

Fang Bailu opened the workbench and planned to see what business he had missed in the past two days.

Usually customers come directly to our store to place orders or sell scrap.

But if there are special circumstances or it is inconvenient to meet, customers will contact Bai Lu in a more covert way. At this time, he has to deal with these "urgent matters" first.

He opened a forum called "52 Electronic Taoist Companion" and browsed it carefully.

Here are some posts and information that make people blush:

"Sharing the experience of "actually testing" remote dual cultivation", "How to visualize a satisfactory Taoist partner's appearance on the simulator", ""Self-made" multi-sexual characteristics electronic Taoist partner transformation module"...

But Fang Bailu is also an old user and was not distracted by these messy posts.

He clicked on an independent section called "Kuala Lumpur Resource Sharing and Mutual Assistance" and scanned it quickly. After a while, a familiar user name came into his sight:

"Ah, yes..."

"Urgent! Looking for a physical version of the electronic Taoist companion in Kuala Lumpur, which needs to be equipped with variable current, vacuum suction, and body temperature simulation..."

Looking at the fierce words in the title, Fang Bailu didn't know what to say for a moment:

"I told you to use some normal code! Why is there this kind of thing again..."

This is a message from "Fu Yi Sheng", one of the gangs in Kuala Lumpur.

"52 Electronic Companions" has countless visitors and members every day, exchanging countless messages. Therefore, the underground network in Kuala Lumpur often communicates through it to cover up their own clues through huge traffic.

Fu Yisheng's current gang leader is also an old acquaintance and old customer of Fang Bailu. The two are considered to be from the same hometown of Pan Asia, so they have a good relationship.

Fang Bailu carefully read the title of the post several times, and his mood became heavier:

The gang leader wants to meet Fang Bailu as soon as possible.

"Why in such a hurry?" Fang Bailu pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little anxious for a moment.

Generally, only in extremely special circumstances would Fu Yisheng's gang leader contact me in this way.

Perhaps it has something to do with what KC told me yesterday about the unusual behavior of the gangs in Kuala Lumpur?

Fang Bailu tapped on the screen of his workbench and replied to the post:

"There is spot goods, no insider information, and the transaction is face to face."

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Fang Bailu splashed cold water on his cheeks to calm his uneasy mood:

In addition to going to Fuyisheng today, he has one more thing to do: